So no judging... Okay I’m kidding, I know none of you guys would ever do that.
That being said! Some of you might have heard of (or even purchased) my first novel of the Apocalyptic trilogy “Varrick”! http://www.thebookpatch.com/BookStoreResults?search=Varrick&ddl=any Well, for those who have never heard of it, I released it in print, after featuring chapters on the Battlreadystrong website, a few months ago, and I’m happy to say I’ve received some very good feedback.
Being a self published author, as many know, is not easy (being an author in general actually, unless you hit it big) and so I’m doing self advertising.
With Christmas around the corner, I thought I’d put in a ad for my book “Varrick”! It doesn’t hurt, right! Below is a small excerpt from “Varrick”. The link to the sale page will be added afterward, as well as the link above. Once an order is placed, “Varrick” will be shipped right to your door!
Feedback on “Varrick” is greatly appreciated as I am working on the the second book “Varrick 2” which will be released 2017.
So that about wraps up my plug! Hope you buy and like “Varrick”! I did the best I could to craft a novel which was compelling, while giving an option for readers without all the junk which always surfaces in other novels. “Varrick” is an effort of mine to provide clean, while still great, fiction, specifically for our teens to young adults! God bless, all the support is greatly appreciated! Zac.
Excerpt from “Varrick”
He could taste the dust, smell the ash, feel the debris underfoot. The remains of the city felt hollow, like that of a skeleton. The silence was deafening, and it felt as if it choked out life. This was Chicago.
It was dark, the tall buildings and skyscrapers dim shapes in the distance that stretched upward as far as the blackness would allow. Everything about the city felt dead. The life had left it. The people were gone.
He crouched, and ran a hand through the blackened earth, memories of what life used to be flashing through his head. He missed it. Most of it.
The wind stirred a loose plank in the wreckage to Daniel’s left. He glanced over, then heard someone behind him. It was Clint. The man got on one knee next to him. He didn’t speak for a moment. Then he said.
“Larzin was right. The Red Circle will be here in the morning.”
Daniel Varrick felt his heartbeat quicken. He nodded. “Good. They still have the package?”
Clint shrugged. “That’s for us to find out when they get here. If they do, we’ll get it from ‘em.”
The older man seemed to sense his unrest. He gave Daniel a pat on the shoulder as he left. “You’ll do fine, Dan. I felt the same way on my first assignment. Larzin trusts you, and so do I.” Clint’s tone was reassuring.
Daniel watched as his friend rejoined the rest of the men. He felt short of breath. It was because of Clint and Larzin’s trust in him that he feared failing. Daniel tried to breathe deep, his eyes squeezed shut. Tomorrow morning would come too soon for him, but he would try to be ready.
The sky was mostly dark, the eastern fringe beginning to glow as the sunrise approached. The camp was already alive. Including Daniel and Clint, there were five men who made up their group. The others were Jones, Nat, and Phil. They had been sent by Clay Larzin to retrieve something which he called the package. The Red Circle had it.
Daniel watched as the figure in the distance steadily grew closer. The dust from his descent down a large mound of debris plumed in his wake. Daniel felt a pit in his stomach. “Jones, did you see ‘em?” He asked, as the man jogged up.
Jones halted, brushing his long, greasy hair out of his eyes, and back behind the red bandana he wore on his head. He nodded. “Yeah. The Red Circle’s here. Just arrived.” He spat. “They got the package, too.”
Daniel attempted a smile. “Good. We’ll move on with Larzin’s plan. How many are there, and where?”
Jones’s face wrinkled in a grimace, revealing blackened teeth. He scratched at his scraggly beard. “More than us. About twenty I’d say.” He pointed. “Other side of that mound, and roughly fifty yards is where they are.”
Daniel turned to the rest of his task force. “Alright, you heard Jones. The Red Circle’s close, and they have the package. We’ll approach slowly. This is not a terminating mission. Our goal is not to destroy the enemy, but merely get the package. Everyone understand that?”
There were no sounds from the dead city as the force made their way toward the Red Circle. Daniel
could hear his heartbeat. It pounded in his ears, and his palms sweat as they gripped his weapon: an old handgun Larzin’s scavengers had found.
They were now right on top of the mound Jones had indicated. A stillness hung over the morning air, and nothing stirred. Daniel’s gut told him something was wrong as soon as he could see down the other side of the mound. He looked at Jones, who was staring surprised at the sight that confronted them.
Nothing. The Red Circled was gone.
“Jones?” Daniel whispered.
The man glanced at him. The look on his face changed from surprise to something Daniel had never seen before. “Sorry, boys. Larzin doesn’t have space for you anymore.”
“What are you talking about,” Daniel said, his voice hard.
Jones held up his hands. “Hey, I’m just doing my job.” His eyes narrowed. “He says he’s sorry.”
“What?!” Clint snapped. “Traitor!”
“No,” Jones almost smiled. “That’s what you are.”
Daniel couldn’t believe what was happening. He took a step forward. “What do you mean, Jones? This has to be a mistake. What did we do wrong?”
“That’s not my call, Dan. It’s Clay’s.”
Daniel saw Phil and Nat glance at each other. They knew what Jones was talking about. Daniel looked to Clint. The man was angry. “So, what? Larzin’s banishing us? Is that it?” he said.
“No. He’s not banishing you.”
Daniel felt his blood run cold. This had happened way too fast. “I can’t die. Not now.”
“I’m sorry, boys.” Jones suddenly took off running.
“No!” Daniel heard the cry, but didn’t know who it came from. Gunfire ripped through the silence.