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

“I’ve heard wicked shit, man. Estrangement armies. This whole us-versus-them, you-versus-me idea. And all my life I’ve been an ‘us’ or a ‘me’ and never a ‘them’ or ‘you.’ I couldn’t talk about what I could do, so it wasn’t real. Until it was, you know? Until I had the chance to get away from it, and now I’m here, not away from it but neck deepfucking in it, and, Kaeva? My man? I don’t think I can go in there.”


Kaeva leaned his walking stick against his body and held up both his hands, palms up. “Shot by patrol,” he said, lifting one palm, “go into the Med Center,” he finished, tipping his hands like scales and raising the other palm. “Shot by patrol…go into Med Center.” He shrugged and dropped his arms.


Eddie’s throat moved in an audible swallow. He studied Kaeva with shimmering brown eyes. “You ever been shot?”


“Like, want-to-die-suck or just damn-I-stubbed-my-toe suck?”


Chapter 36