QSFer Suki Fleet has a new MM post-apocalyptic tale out: The Witness of the Sun.
An epic YA post-apocalyptic love story.
A paranormal with a difference.
MC’s that are fated with a capital F.
Ilya knows little about the world Before. All his village has left are pictures in books of glittering cities made of glass, of dangerous creatures like bears and wolves that used to haunt more than the forests. Ilya knows little of the wars that forced people to flee the cities and hide.
One dusk, when Ilya and his sister are hunting rabbits, a bear, a creature that they were told no longer exists, comes into the glade, and everything Ilya thought he knew about his world begins to disintegrate. Especially everything he thought he knew about Caleb, the mysterious boy none of the villagers can understand. Getting to know Caleb feels secret. But Ilya has too many secrets of his own—he can feel heartbeats, sense the forest, the warmth of all life within it. And Ilya has not always lived in the village…though where he comes from, he does not know…
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Excerpt
Cocking his head to the side, he produced a tiny twig from his pocket. “Spring,” he said softly, showing me the tiny pink bud forming on the tip. “Come see.”
I nodded. Of course. When I darted back inside for my gloves, I caught Masha blinking sleepily at me from her bunk and held my finger to my lips. “Shhh, I’ll be back soon.”
We skirted the edge of the field beyond our cabin. Suddenly, Caleb stopped. He knelt down in the snow and began scooping it away.
“Listen. The grass is whispering,” he said in a hushed voice, crouching down low and tilting his head.
I knelt beside him and put my ear to the earth, mirroring him so we could look at one another. I grinned. This was such a weird position to be having a conversation in.
“Josef’s been teaching me things…ways…to be sociable. With you,” he added carefully before looking down and closing his eyes.
I stared, but he didn’t open them. His eyelashes fanned out far too prettily against his cheek. I bit my lip.
“What did he teach you?” I asked, my voice as hushed as his. I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it, but I could hear something creaking softly underneath my ear. If I pushed my awareness out, I knew I’d feel it, the surge of green, more of a deafening roar than the whisper Caleb was talking about, but I didn’t. I wanted to be completely present with Caleb rather than connected with what felt like the entire forest.
“Said to listen. Said I don’t. Said I barge in and have no manners, mostly.”
I laughed softly.
Caleb opened his eyes, but he didn’t look at me, not directly. “Said you’d have to like me to put up with it. Said it’s not like family who have to love you whatever.”
“You know I like you,” I said. The words left me naked, my heart beating erratically, even though I was sure Caleb would see it as nothing more than my admitting we were friends.
“When spring comes properly, Fyodor is going to train me to track.” Caleb’s eyes met mine. “He wants me to go with Sonny to the city later in spring, when the snow has melted from the pass.”
My heart did something weird, but I swallowed the feeling down. “People who go to the city don’t always come back,” I said before I could stop myself.
Author Bio
Award Winning Author. Prolific Reader (though less prolific than they’d like). Lover of angst, romance and unexpected love stories.
Suki Fleet’s first novel This is Not a Love Story won Best Gay Debut in the 2014 Rainbow Awards, and was a finalist in the 2015 Lambda Awards. Foxes won Best Gay Young Adult story in the 2016 Rainbow Awards.
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