Book Review for Rupture Promoted by Bewitching Book Tours
Rupture
Book One Transhuman Warrior Series
By
Curtis Hox
Genre:
YA Dystopian Fantasy
Book Synopsis:
Simone Wellborn is a Transhuman with an
attitude. She’s been genetically engineered from birth to be super smart. The
problem? All that tinkering her parents paid top dollar for provided a few
unexpected results, like an annoying ability to blast telekinetic energy at the
worst possible times. She also has another tricky issue: strange entities
possess her and, worse, transform her into something dangerous.
Simone's mother sends her to the Sterling School for reject Transhumans. While there, she meets a few other students with similar problems. They’re all Transhumans with dirty secrets. Heartthrob Hutto Toth is a charming gladiator. He annoys Simone from day one, but he’s also a Werebear who accidentally killed a boy in a glad match, and Simone can’t stand how much she likes him. There’s two-foot tall Wally Dorsey, who’s determined to pilot a personalized mech. His best friend, Beasley Gardner, is a mountain of a young girl with enough muscle to beat up any boy at school, but she’s suffers from a rage disorder. Finally, Simone meets Kimberlee Newkirk, an unassuming Succubus who fears she’ll kill the next boy she kisses.
These defective students find themselves at the center of a deadly conflict when another student, Joss Beckwith, attracts a Rogue Artificial Intelligence, the new power brokers in a society radically changed by science and technology.
The Transhuman Warrior Series tells the story of Simone and her friends as they’re transformed into highly specialized human weapons. They must challenge the increasing power of the Rogues as these enemies push into Realspace with one goal in mind: total domination.
Simone's mother sends her to the Sterling School for reject Transhumans. While there, she meets a few other students with similar problems. They’re all Transhumans with dirty secrets. Heartthrob Hutto Toth is a charming gladiator. He annoys Simone from day one, but he’s also a Werebear who accidentally killed a boy in a glad match, and Simone can’t stand how much she likes him. There’s two-foot tall Wally Dorsey, who’s determined to pilot a personalized mech. His best friend, Beasley Gardner, is a mountain of a young girl with enough muscle to beat up any boy at school, but she’s suffers from a rage disorder. Finally, Simone meets Kimberlee Newkirk, an unassuming Succubus who fears she’ll kill the next boy she kisses.
These defective students find themselves at the center of a deadly conflict when another student, Joss Beckwith, attracts a Rogue Artificial Intelligence, the new power brokers in a society radically changed by science and technology.
The Transhuman Warrior Series tells the story of Simone and her friends as they’re transformed into highly specialized human weapons. They must challenge the increasing power of the Rogues as these enemies push into Realspace with one goal in mind: total domination.
Book Excerpts:
Rupture
Excerpt One: Simone Wellborn
"Sterling is
for rejects. Tranz rejects."
The words exploded
out of Cooter Dawkins' mouth before his girlfriend, Simone Wellborn, could stop
him.
The two of them sat
across from each other in a booth at Mo's Coffee Shop, Cooter gripping a can of
Dr. Pepper, Simone a mochachino topped with a mountain of whip cream.
Simone was an
attractive girl with jet-black hair that stood out in two flaring pigtails. She
wore baggy clothes that hid a lean but athletic body. She wasn't much more than
a hundred and ten pounds, soaking wet, and Cooter was over six-feet tall, and
his shoulders were so wide she had to lean to the side to see who walked in.
“Oh, great,” Simone
said.
"What?"
Cooter swiveled in his seat as if his life depended on it. He spilled his soda
all over the sleeve of his navy-blue Ellington Preparatory letterman jacket but
kept his eyes glued on the oddball walking to the counter.
"Tranz."
The little
Transhuman was only two feet tall. He wasn't an infant, or even a dwarf. He was
proportioned well enough to look like a shrunken teenager who might do some
ollies on a shrunken skateboard. He even wore shrunken clothes.
"Look at that,”
Cooter said. “He's wearing a sweet pair of Bermudas, probably special ordered
from Freaks-R-Us."
"Shh,"
Simone replied and pulled on his sleeve. "Don't let him hear you. I know
who he is."
Cooter faced her.
"So? What's he going to do? Ever since the Sterling freaks started coming
to town, everyone has to walk on eggshells. Fuck that. Just because you're
transferring there doesn't mean I have to like it."
The coffee shop
wasn't a big store, but like most of the businesses in Cranton, Georgia, it was
located on Jefferson Davis Road, where the stores lined up one after the other
along the only strip in town. Simone liked Mo's because of the mismatched
couches, the free WiFi, and the posters of pop stars all over the place. She
wondered if the little Sterling student had taken a cab because he was too
short to drive, and the Sterling School was several miles out of the town
limits in the countryside.
"I wonder how
he got here," Simone said.
"Maybe he
walked," Cooter replied, then burst out laughing.
The defective
Transhuman looked their way. He carried a huge can of soda in his hands, way
too big for him, and it was enough to make Cooter laugh again.
"Shh—"
"Don't get your
titties in a twister, Simone. Deformed Tranz like him should stay locked away
in their school for the fucked-up-and-useless."
Simone sat up
straight and considered getting nasty with her jerk of a boyfriend because that
two-foot tall Tranz also had a premium intellect package—at least that was what
she'd heard.
Cooter continued.
"Otherwise, they'll be coming to town all the time. Soon, they'll be
cruising up the street, hanging out at the movie theater and game store, and
probably applying for summer jobs."
And Cooter couldn't
have that, she knew. Cranton was a regulated township for the privileged and
wealthy, like Cooter's family, and hers. "He didn't do anything. Leave him
alone, Cooter. I'm warning you—"
"Hell if I care
what you do. You've been a pain ever since you got kicked out of Ellington.
He's one of the Sterling freaks. And don't say a thing, not after Dustin got
killed."
"It wasn't this
kid who did it—"
"Doesn't
matter."
As the little
Sterling student neared their table, he almost dropped his soda. It was slick
with condensation; he used his entire shirt to wipe it down. "Just want a
straw. Can you get it for me?"
His voice was faint
and tinny and caused Cooter to sit rigid. He glanced at the sugar counter.
"Get it yourself, freak."
Simone stood and
admitted to herself it had been a mistake to spite her mother by dating
Ellington Prep's star quarterback. She smoothed out the oversized clothes she
always wore and considered telling him off but said nothing to her boneheaded
(and soon to be) ex-boyfriend. She glided to the counter, grabbed a straw, bent
over, and handed it to the little guy.
"Hey, I'm
Simone. He's an idiot."
"I'm
Wally."
Cooter snorted.
"Lucky you she's so nice. I could strangle you with that straw."
Again, laughter. And then to Simone: "I'm an idiot?"
Simone and the
stranger from outside of town both saw that Cooter was only half kidding. He
may have been the best-looking guy around and so socially acceptable and
perfect it made Simone’s mother insane with annoyance, and, worse, he'd been
engineered by his rich parents to be what he was: Mr. Perfect, but
Simone had always known he had a mean streak. He was everything wrong with
their new society: Unforgiving. And that made them worlds apart. And,
damn it, she hated it when her mother was right.
Wally backed away,
eyes locked on Cooter.
"How'd you get
here?" Cooter asked.
Wally took another
step, almost stumbled.
Cooter slid out of
the booth. Simone moved to hold him back, but he pushed her aside and she
stumbled backward.
"Ow!"
Another local, a
young natural girl, saw it from behind the counter, but did nothing. She
obviously knew who Cooter was and didn't want to piss him off. She stood with
her hands at her sides, and watched.
"Yo, turd
man," Cooter said, “how did you get to town on those little stick
legs?"
Wally remained calm
but kept backing up, his eyes on the massive young man in front of him. They
were so disparate in size that Cooter could toss him across the room.
When the door opened
and a figure appeared, Cooter was only one step away from maybe giving Wally a
goal-winning kick. The new man was Cooter's equal in size. But he was dressed
in a black woolen robe that hid his hands and feet and made him look like some
mendicant friar in need of a bath. His long hair hung in strands from his head,
nearly covering his face. His skin was sallow, as if he'd never been in the sun
a day in his life.
The coffee girl
bumped into the espresso machine behind her and spilled a jug of milk.
Cooter paused in
mid-step as if someone had used a remote to freeze him. He put his foot back
where it had been, not where he'd intended it to go.
The stranger scanned
the room. "Wally, get in the car." His voice was soft and broken, and
very weak, as if he'd been screaming all night from the bottom of a well.
Wally seemed
saddened by what was happening, paused, then turned and walked out.
"Miss
Wellborn," the man said, "I'm Coach Buzzal Vaughn. We'll be seeing
you later today at Sterling?"
She nodded.
"Yes, sir."
Author Information:
About Curtis Hox
A little
about me:
I’ve
written six unpublished contemporary, literary science fantasy novels in the
last decade, all of which I finished and promptly put away. I didn’t even let
my wife read one until this year. (I know, ultra critical and self
defeating as hell, but that’s me.) I did rounds of agent hunting with little
luck, and since everyone is talking about epublishing, I thought I’d give it a
try by writing a series of three YA novels with all the juicy stuff I love from
Sci Fi and Fantasy and just have fun with it. I’m also forcing myself to be
open to everything that goes along with the business side of marketing
without griping, “Frack it! I just want to write.” So this site will, at first,
probably be a bit about process, plus be a place for me to explore ideas
related to my projects. Then, if all goes well, a way to market my novels.
As
of now, we’ve soft launched Bleedover, a contemporary science
fantasy novel I wrote a few years ago. We’re using it to learn the marketing
side, while I finish working with an editor on the first three books in my Transhuman Warrior Series, the fun YA novels I wrote last
summer. These have all been drafted, with covers. And Rupture
(Book One in the Transhuman Warrior Series) is in round two of the
edits.
Book Review:
Possibly the most interesting
shifter/paranormal fantasy books I’ve read.
Rupture creates a world where people are made to order. Yep, you heard right, made to order. Pick the characteristics you want: ramp up the strength, make a brainiac, create
someone who has two heart and extra lung capacity and can run or fight for
hours without tiring, extra mental acuity to meld your mind with machines, or
whatever characteristics you want. Then wham
you have a person with all these skills, cool right? Except when there are ‘glitches’ or rejects,
then they get sent to a special school to learn to handle their “issues.”
That’s where we find the kids in
the book. All of them are at Sterling
because of some problem: from two foot tall, potato shaped Wally who can
control machines with his mind to the heroine who ‘channels’ entities and can
shift. Then there are the fighters, the ‘Barbie’
girls, the AI interface, and the succubus, among others.
This book is a fascinating blend
of fantasy and paranormal, but also has tinges of Orwinian philosophy and a “big
brother” who may or may not have your best interests in mind. It is a great take on the ethical dilemma of
what would happen if we could mess with genes.
Curtis Hox creates a fascinating culture that is an engrossing read.
I give this story 4.5 out of 5
clouds.
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