Title: Nowhere
Train
Author: Allie
Burke
Genre: New
Adult, Paranormal Romance, Dystopian
Two-years post end-of-the-world,
all Jetilyn Fournier wants to do is learn to navigate a world that is no longer
her own. Surviving zombies feels easy, though, compared to dealing with her
rocky relationship with her best friend, the death of her mother, her sister’s
faux happiness, and her father’s sudden desire to speak, after decades of
silence. Saving herself is not even something she can fit in at the moment.
Enter Devlin Shea: for all intents and purposes, a mortal enemy. Though she
should hate him instantly upon contact, she doesn’t, and before she knows it, Jett
has another life to save. Told in the surreal prose that Allie
Burke has come to be known for, Nowhere Train is the first zombie novel of its
kind. At two parts hippie and one part magic, it is as deadly as it is
beautiful; as dark as it is hopeful, baring the question in mind: who–and
what–are Jett and her family really fighting for?
EXCERPT FROM NOWHERE
TRAIN BY ALLIE BURKE
Hands
entwined, Chris and Jett weaved through the trees of Malibu Creek, following
the unmasked trail of serenity that Grayson’s peaceful energy left behind.
Chris allowed himself to think of the Gunner as they walked. He realized it
more than likely appeared to Devlin that Jett was Chris’s girlfriend. Their
tendency to embrace human contact—her hand in his, his fingertips on her lower
back—would give the wrong impression to someone who wasn’t a Holie.
That
was not Chris’s intention. In fact, he had no intention at all. Chris and Jett
had done what they had done for so long, that his behavior with her was so
natural. And even if they weren’t—if he were with Dama or Carmen—the outcome
would be the same. There was no harm in human contact in their world. No shame
in it. Unlike those in Prius that masked it. People like the Gunners.
He
did feel shame, though, that he may have inadvertently messed that up for her.
There was…something between them, obviously.
“Stop,”
Jett spoke unexpectedly, and her voice vibrated loudly in his ears.
She
pressed her lips together like she regretted it, like she didn’t mean to open
her mouth. It was like once she’d spoken with Devlin, after months of silence,
she couldn’t stop.
“Stop
being so negative,” she said so quietly that he barely heard her. “I don’t want
to block you out right now.”
Chris
didn’t reply.
They
halted as Grayson came into view. He had his head tilted up to the sky. On a
tree branch before him perched an owl, its feathers vibrant against the grayish
sky. Blues and greens and reds, a contrast against its wide white eyes, like
Devlin’s. It stared into the distance.
Jett
was not a fan of owls. She said they were creatures of the underworld, and if
you saw one, someone close to you would die. This belief was, of course,
contrary to all the myths surrounding owls that had existed in Prius.
Grayson
sighed and slowly turned around. His reaction to the creature was as if he
shared his eldest daughter’s insights. Grayson looked like Hemingway, just
less… drunk. His beard surrounded his smile like the snow would a pale cottage
in the middle of a winter wonderland. His vibrant green eyes invited them to
show him why they were there. Jett had once told Chris that Grayson’s eyes
hadn’t always been like that. That when he created the Holie way of life, his
eyes had changed color from dull to luminous. This was what happened when you
embraced the energy that most humans refuse to believe exists.
Chris
released Jett’s hand, but as he stepped back to let them communicate, Grayson
spoke in a deep drawl that Chris had never heard before that moment.
“I
saw him,” Grayson said quietly. “The Gunner. I saw him take down the Ender.”
“Where?”
Jett asked frantically.
“Not
far from here.”
“What
do you want us to do, Dad?”
Nothing
else was spoken. And, per Grayson’s explicit, wordless instructions, that’s
exactly what they would do. Nothing. Because Grayson didn’t want to scare the
shit out of everyone for one Ender.
Which
was fine. Jett liked the beach. Even if it did have zombies running across it
every so often.
Author Bio
A Bestselling Author,
publishing imprint Manager, and Psychology Today Blogger from Burbank,
California, Allie Burke writes books she can’t find in
the bookstore. Having been recognized as writing a “kickass book that defies
the genre it’s in”, Allie writes with a prose that has
been labeled poetic and ethereal.
Her life is a beautiful
disaster, flowered with the harrowing existence of inherited eccentricity, a
murderous family history, a faithful literature addiction, and the intricate
darkness of true love. These are the enchanting experiences that inspire Allie’s fairytales.
From some coffee shop in Los
Angeles, she is working on her next novel.
Links
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