Soulless
by Jacinta Maree
Genre: Dystopian New Adult
Genre: Dystopian New Adult
Blurb
We are the generation that laughs at
death.
Reincarnation; what was once
considered a gift of immortality has become an eternity of nightmares.
Nadia Richards lives in a world
plagued by reincarnation, a system of recycling souls where all past memories,
personalities and traumatic events are relived daily in disjointed sequences.
Trapped within their own warped realities, not even the richest and most
powerful are saved from their own minds unraveling. Madness is the new human
nature, and civilizations are crumpling beneath themselves trying to outrun
it.
Within a society that ignores death,
Nadia appears to be the one exception to the reincarnation trap. Born without
any reincarnated memories and with printless eyes, the hot tempered 19 year old
quickly becomes the ultimate prize to all those wishing to end the vicious
cycle, or for some, to ensure they could evade death forever.
Reader's discretion: Adult language,
violence and some adult scenes. For mature audiences only.
The world had turned to
waste; immortality was never meant for man and it drove humanity to the edge of
destruction. There had been plenty of stories about how the human race would
end. Unlike the movies from Hollywood
I kept my hand behind me,
ensuring Annie was safe before slowly creeping out. The steady thump of the
Sweepers had almost gone silent as they walked further away down the block, but
it was Annie’s sudden scream that spun me around. A dark shadow stepped up
behind us just as a snap of red crossed my vision.
No! Before I had time to
jerk my head away, the Sweeper lurched forward and snared me by the shoulder.
My body seized underneath its grip as it hoisted me up from the ground.
“Run, Annie! Run!”
Annie squealed and pressed
herself up against the building. “Nadia?”
“Just run!” I screamed as
the robot reached over and took the shotgun from my hand. It crushed the barrel
easily before finding the pistol in my back pocket. It smashed that one, too.
In its inhuman static voice,
the machine said, “Corrupted identification code detected. Blacklisted threat.
You are under arrest.”
“I’m not one of them!” I
screamed as I wrestled in its grip. “Let me go. I’m not one of them!”
About The Author
Born in Melbourne
Australia , Jacinta Maree
considers herself a chocoholic with an obsession with dragons, video gaming and
Japan
Facebook | Deviant Art | Twitter | Goodreads
Giveaway
$50 Amazon/BN Gift Card
