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

“Man, that’s harsh,” Mecken said. “I ain’t never had ‘em.”


“You won’t need them,” Kaeva said. “You were born here, and you’re a Swift. That’s not dangerous.”


“It is if I get big and get in a fight,” Mecken said seriously. “Swifts can punch as fast as they can run, you know.”


Kaeva eyed the boy behind the wheel. He was ninety pounds soaking wet, long and lean and nut brown from the sunshine. He didn’t have to say anything. Mecken shrank away from the heat in Kaeva’s gaze.


“I wouldn’t punch anybody unless I had to. I’m just sayin’. It’s possible. I’m a skinny bitch now, but I could get big.”


“I wouldn’t do nothin’ mean! Even if I do put on meat, I’d be a peaceful bad ass.” He grinned. “Like you.”


Kaeva snorted and choked down another surge of nausea. He didn’t feel very badass at the moment. But if he could fuck during hour two of suppressors, then he could meet with Oberon and Lake to find out what the island leaders wanted.


Chapter 10