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Tuesday, February 25, 2014

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Blog Tour: Peaceful Genocide - Excerpt + Giveaway

Title: Peaceful Genocide
Author: J.A. Reynolds
Links: Goodreads | Amazon
Publication Date: November 25, 2013

Seventeen-year-old Mitzi and Deuce can recall how many drops of water were on a leaf from a rainstorm five years ago and conversations from last week, month, or year. They have the ability to remember every second of everyday—since birth.

This gift has blessed Mitzi with a history of being sexually assaulted by researchers and abused by her own parents. She trusts no one. Likes no one. Deuce, however, is a high school standout. His gift has made him a superstar on the football field and his memory promises him endless opportunities.

When they both end up at an Alzheimer’s research facility under false proviso, they quickly realize this place isn’t what it seems to be. They endure crazy military-style tests, are forcefully drugged, and complete real-life simulations that haunt them.

Mitzi and Deuce have no idea what the researchers want to do with them or their memories. But one thing is clear: the researchers will go to any lengths to get what they want.

     Mitzi couldn’t tell if they were moving up, down, or sideways, but the centrifugal force she felt hinted at a circle. Weird. After several long minutes the door slid open. She followed Deuce out, making sure to catch every detail of this new space. And this new space was huge. By far the largest room Mitzi had come across since arriving. It was easily the length of a football field, and just as wide. The walls were a weird iridescent black, almost like huge tiles of see-through computer chips. As she took more steps, she was immediately flanked on both sides with rows of tables, computers and people—researchers with the standard OWR white coats. It looked like something out of mission control during those stupid space flights. The people looked up as she continued to follow Deuce, then she caught sight of the other people in the room, the ones lined along the walls behind the people sitting at the computer stations. They were men, all dressed in black camouflage, making them almost invisible against the wall. Their feet were spread apart, their shoulders stretched wide and tense, as if they would need to attack at any moment. They had harnesses around their shoulders, showcasing powerful automatic weapons. Each of them had dark eyes, intently focused forward. When Mitzi continued forward, she realized the men’s eyes were following them.
     “Who are they?” Mitzi whispered to Deuce.
     His broad shoulder lifted and fell. “They look like military … only different.”
     Mitzi drew her bottom lip into her mouth. “Yeah. Scarier.”
     Mitzi let her eyes continue to survey and catalog everything from the polished concrete floor to the round lights hanging over thirty feet above them. There were no other doors she could see, no vents hiding among the black walls or ceiling. Everything looked modern and digital somehow; sleek, clean, perfect. If she could picture the inside of a circuit board, this would be it. Except without the scary men.
     Her gaze swept forward and she caught site of it. It being the only word she could think off. Jutting up from the center of the room was a muted grey… something…easily the size of two fire trucks stacked on top of each other. It was like a giant aerosol can perched on its side, off the floor, and held in a teetering position by a giant metal spring. Perhaps it was a giant airplane without the wings? But it had no windows and most certainly didn’t look like it could fly—not now or ever. Airplanes were normally built from aluminum and lightweight composite materials. Mitzi was no expert, but even from her distance she could tell the outer shell probably wasn’t aluminum. Her eyes narrowed in on the seams and rivets, noticing the thickness of the material and the difference between how this thing looked compared to the outside of the very building they were in. Whatever it was, it definitely wasn’t built the same as the building, definitely wasn’t lightweight, and most certainly not aluminum. Steel perhaps.
     A narrow set of stairs led upwards from the ground, beginning at the underbelly of the giant can. Which meant it might not have any windows, but there must be a door underneath it. Mitzi was pretty damn sure she didn’t want to go into this thing. There was no telling what kind of whacked out machine it was—or what it would do to them. Looking at everything they’d been through already, this machine was probably some high-tech torture device, meant to harvest their brains or something. Mitzi withheld a shiver.
     It had a series of numerals and letters written across the top in white. Mitzi put the combination in her memory, trying to find a connection to something. She came up with nothing. She didn’t like it when she came up with nothing. .
     Mark came to a halt on a set of rubber mats that separated the shiny grey concrete floor—where the computers and people were—from a red floor, where the contraption sat. Mitzi craned her neck to get a better look at the thing. Even this close she couldn’t get a handle on it—or what it could do. It just looked like a giant un-winged airplane.
     “I seriously feel like I just walked into Star-Trek,” Deuce commented, which made Mitzi chuckle. What he saw and what she saw were two completely different things.
     Mark gave a confident smile. “Oh, this is far better than Star-Trek, I assure you. There are things we can do in here that would fascinate the most obstinate critic in our field.”
     The way in which he spoke had chills racing up Mitzi’s spine.
     “Prove it,” Mitzi countered.
     “My pleasure.” Mark waved them forward. “Step onto the rubber mat.” Mark stepped off.
     Paisley stepped on without hesitation. Deuce cast Mitzi a sidelong glance, then moved forward. Mitzi looked around, met the fixated gazes of the people watching, and then shuffled her feet to the mat.
     Mark nodded to the left and the airplane contraption lit up behind him like the freakin’ sun. Mitzi squinted. She’d scanned every inch of that thing and she was one hundred percent certain it didn’t have any lights anywhere on it. Was it glowing from within? Perhaps the outside wasn’t steel at all, but a thick cover of plastic made to look like steel. And if someone put circuits of lights behind the plastic and turned it on, bam! Instant blindness.
     “That all you got?” she asked. Since letting her skeletons out of the closet with Deuce, Mitzi had let her annoying side back out. No more niceties for the staff. It was best to keep her guard up at all times. Annoying the staff, she learned, was the easiest way to get them to come unhinged and say something they weren’t supposed to. Thus far, Mark proved the hardest to provoke. “A giant Christmas tree ornament? Not impressed.”
     Mark’s grin was fast and malevolent.
     The rubber mat beneath Mitzi shifted, making her tense. Before she could speak, or even move, the floor beneath her sucked her down like a vortex. She screamed like the girl she was and the last thing she saw before the floor swallowed her completely was Deuce’s hand reaching down for her.

Author Bio

JA Reynolds lives in the Midwest with a normal family, raising a normal daughter, with some abnormal pets. It’s extraordinarily ordinary.

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