In the wake of several near-cataclysmic events, humanity created the Cure, a DNA-altering antidote to death by disease and old age. But all cures come with side effects: a small percentage of the population develops a wide range of powers, some lethal to others and some lethal to the wielder.<br><br>These people are called the Estranged, hunted and shunned, safe only on the Island of Exile. It is here that Kaeva and Eddie meet ... and where they set a prophecy in motion, quite possibly sealing their own demise, and even the end of Exile.

Breaker

“Well, hello there.” Eddie pasted a big Mr. Nice Guy smile on his face as the monitor lit and the dispatcher’s image solidified. Sweat slipped down his back. “The cab has stopped. Is there a problem?”


“A minor delay, Mr. Florence,” she replied, her perfect face warmed with a perfect smile that showed the slightest hint of her perfect teeth. “Your vehicle will resume operation shortly.”


“Oh.” He frowned, but kept his voice light. It was weird, maybe even outright odd, but he had to imagine that they’d hold the flight for him if things got sticky. Surely the airport would know there was a delay. Everything was linked to everything—


The intruder clanged in Eddie’s mind, shoving anything of himself out of the way. The stranger’s thoughts threw words around—freedom, vengeance, clarity. And then, worse: automatic weapon and necessary casualties


Chapter 7