The Prologue

A brief glimpse at my new book, The Uprising

Prologue

We stood in a circle, the five of us. For a spell, no one spoke. What was there to say? The only sounds were the rain beating against the flimsy tin roof, and of Lazo, in the corner, moaning quietly while Sabi nursed his wounded hand. 

Dietz, surprisingly, was the first to speak.

"You guys realize we have to do something, right?" He spoke softly, as if trying to hide the tremor in his voice. But we all heard it.

Suddenly, Felix kicked over an empty crate, making all of us jump. "And what exactly do you propose we do? We're already exiled, thanks to your brilliant rescue plan! We have no food, a poor excuse for shelter, and no allies. Face it, man. We're screwed."

"Always the pessimist, Felix," Sabi clucked from where she was crouched on the floor. "You're forgetting one very important detail. We have each other."

I rest my head in my hands, trying to drown out the emotions that are threatening to rise over my calm exterior. I want to cry, to mourn all that is now lost to us. I want to weep for the families and friends we have lost, for the innocent people sacrificed in the Spectrum's blood-lust, but most of all, I want to weep for those of us who remain. For our illusions of hope and peace have been shattered, leaving only trails of anguish and despair in their wake.

Reviews

[The old me]

Very good start. good amount of detail, just enough to mke yo uwant to read on. great job.