Aurora ( A Post-Apocalyptic Dystiopian Romance)
Author
Amos Cassidy
Author Bio
Amos Cassidy is the pen name for Richard Amos and Debbie Cassidy. Amos is a 31 year old Diva and Cassidy a 38 year old mother of three; well, four if you include the husband. A common love of all things Joss Whedon, Urban Fantasy, and a tug of war over Jensen Ackles, brought them together, and one cold February afternoon, over nibbles and coffee, their partnership was born.
You can find Cassidy hard at work in her fortress of solitude which has eaten up the majority of her garden, and Amos…well he’s still trying to get the invisibility gizmo he got off a friendly alien in exchange for a pair of earphones to work. Funnily enough he hasn’t been seen around much lately…
Description
Three hundred years ago humanity almost eradicated itself…almost, but not quite. As is the persistence of human kind, we hung on; we survived, but the world as we knew it was changed forever. The exact details of what happened have been lost in time. All we know is that this is our world now and we have no choice but to live in it.
Oz and his sister True have been travelling for as long as they can remember. Ma feels that staying on the move is safe, that it prevents them getting lazy and complacent. It’s a better way to avoid bandits and raiders, a more effective way to stay alive. But the thing, the person that protects them is Oz – a lethal fighter who will go to any lengths to defend his family.
Oz makes money from cage fights while dreaming of a better life for them all – a home where they can be truly safe. True dreams of freedom, love and hope and just when she thinks she’s found it their world is turned upside down and they are forced to embark on a journey that rips them apart. For when True is taken by an unknown enemy Oz must enlist the help of a man from the shadows to save her.
A Post-Apocalyptic, Dystopian Romance, filled with action, adventure and fantasy.
Book excerpt
Red. Everything was red. He wanted Muller’s head between his hands so he could crush it. He wanted to bury his fist in the bastards face over and over again until there was nothing but a red pulpy mess. Red.
His strides ate dirt, chest tight, short nails digging into the palms of his hands. He wanted to lose control, hated losing control and because of her, he almost had. He could hear her scrambling behind him, struggling to keep up. He didn’t slow down instead he took deep breaths, allowing the fury to settle.
“Dammit, Oz! Slow down!”
Oz stopped.
“What the hell?” True caught up, grabbed his shoulder and shoved. She was pissed too, he could tell. She moved to stand in front of him, her delicate features hard with annoyance.
He met her eyes and she flinched. Good. He dropped his chin and leaned forward so his face was only inches from hers. “What the hell were you thinking following me into that fucking cesspool? Have you any idea what could have happened to you? Oh, wait, of course you have because I was very clear, very specific when I explained the dangers of those places. So let me ask you – what the hell?” Each word was a bite, and Oz was satisfied to see True deflate a little. She worried her bottom lip with her teeth, a sure sign that she was feeling the doubt in her actions.
Good.
“I’m sorry… I know I shouldn’t have but you were gone so long and Ma…Ma’s sick.”
Oz looked over her head into the fast-approaching dusk searching for their caravans. The night was silent. Empty. “Where is she?”
True turned and began to walk. “Where you left us.”
“You didn’t bring the caravan.”
“I didn’t want to attract too much attention.”
Oz snorted. Well, at least she got that part right. His chest contracted with anxiety. Ma was never sick. They’d passed a settlement a week ago that had been flying the black flag – the flag of death and sickness. They had been careful not to get too close on their way around it, but who knew how the sickness took you. Ma could be sick, which meant that True would have been exposed! His anger vanished, replaced by violent concern.
He grabbed his sister’s shoulders squeezing. “What about you? Are you okay?”
True shrugged him off. “Ouch! I’m fine. I just… I didn’t know what to do about Ma. I was scared.”
Oz nodded, peeling his fingers off her. They began to walk. “She’s a tough woman. She’ll be fine. We’ll have to rush to Bishop, there’s a healer there who may be able to help.”
“Bishop? Is that where the next fight is?”
“Yes and it’s a big one.”
“But if she’s sick… I mean, shouldn’t we keep away from the settlements?”
“And let her die? No.”
True sighed, nodding in agreement.
He hid a smile. It was easier if he made the selfish decisions.
