Title: The Resistance
Series: Union Series
Author: T.H. Hernandez
Genre: YA, Dystopian
Release Date: 25th February 2020
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After the Union
is invaded by the Uprising, life for Evan and her friends becomes even more
dire. If they have any hopes of saving the world they know, they’re going to
need help. And it looks like there may be someone already out there trying
to accomplish the same thing.
Now living in an encampment in the Ruins, life is hard for most Unis in the
Resistance. For Cyrus and the other Ruins survivors, it’s just more of the
same.
While they train for their ultimate mission, tragedy strikes, upending everything
once again. Complicating their plans, someone in their midst is working against
them. Evan, Cyrus, and the rest of the Resistance need to locate
reinforcements to help them bring down the Uprising while rooting out the
traitor. With trust at an all-time low, no one is above suspicion as danger
walks among them.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
T.H. Hernandez is the author of young adult books. The Union, a
futuristic dystopian adventure, was a finalist in the 2015 San Diego book
awards in the Young Adult Fiction category.
She loves pumpkin spice lattes, Game of Thrones, Comic-Con, Star Wars, Doctor
Who marathons, Bad Lip Reading videos, and all things young adult,
especially the three young adults who share her home.
When not visiting the imaginary worlds inside her head, T.H. Hernandez lives in
usually sunny San Diego, California with her husband and three children, a
couple of cats, and a dog who thinks he's a cat, affectionately referred
to as "the puppycat."
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EXCERPT
Evan
Draya stands in
the middle of the holding tent that’s served as her residence the past couple
of weeks. Her long wavy hair is piled high on her head in messy disarray as she
directs her unblinking stare in my direction. Not for the first time this
morning, I regret agreeing to participate. But since Draya and I are the only
people in camp who were present during my interrogations, I let the others talk
me into it. After all, I’m the one she tortured, the one who admitted to
blowing up their camps—which we did do—along with a number of things we didn’t
do. And if we didn’t do them, she either she made it up to throw me, or someone
else out there is working against the Uprising, meaning we may have allies.
“So…what’s
going on?” Draya asks, tilting her head to the side as if we’re inviting her to
a picnic.
Mateo’s dark
curly hair brushes the ceiling of the squat tent that’s barely tall enough for
him to stand upright. A breeze from behind flutters the hem of my shirt,
alerting me that the last member of our leadership council has arrived.
“Bring me up to
speed,” Jack says.
“We waited for
you,” Rainey says, her normally raspy voice even more so at this early hour.
Jack trains his
attention on Draya for a few beats, assessing the situation as only a cop can.
Draya crosses
her arms as her mouth twists into an arrogant grin. “Anyone care to enlighten
me to the purpose of this party?”
“We need
information,” I say. “When I was in your…custody, you asked me about attacks on
the Uprising.”
Her bright blue
eyes hold a defiance, sharp enough to slice through bone.
“I thought you
said she was willing to cooperate,” I say to Cyrus, never taking my attention
from the enemy before me.
Her head tilts
in the other direction. “You haven’t asked me a question yet.”
Rainey moves
her five-foot-nothing self forward until she’s in Draya’s personal space. Even
without the scar cutting across her cheek to her jaw, she exudes power and
authority.
Draya blinks
and takes a step back then rolls her eyes. “I doubt I can tell you anything you
don’t already know.”
“Let’s start
with details of the attacks on the Uprising,” I say.
Her brows
nosedive. “You’d have more information on that than me.”
“Just…” I let
out a frustrated sigh. “Just tell us what happened from your perspective.”
She snorts and
her gaze sweeps the rest of the leadership. “You don’t know, do you? Well, now,
isn’t this interesting?”
“Draya,”
Cyrus’s warns.
“I said I’d
help, and I will, but I want something in exchange.”
Mateo crosses
his arms with a relaxed posture that says he’s bored. The way he can project
anything he wants is just one of the things that makes him such an important
part of our leadership team. After spending years as a mercenary, we were able
to recruit him to our cause. “You’re in no position to negotiate.”
Draya taps her
finger against her chin. “Oh, I think I am. I have something you want, and I
want out of this tent. I’ve been stuck in here for two weeks.”
My body
trembles as if the ground beneath my feet is quaking. “Oh really?” The words
fly from my mouth coated in the venom of my rage. “Your conditions are rough?
How are you managing to get by without all the torture? That must really suck.”
Cyrus puts a hand on my shoulder, but I shake him off. “And sleeping on a cot
instead of a concrete floor in your own vomit and shit? Wow, that must be
nearly intolerable.”
Some of the
storm clouds brewing in Draya’s eyes dissipate before her shoulders slump,
almost imperceptibly. “Fine. It was little things at first, like supply trucks
missing inventory. We thought the drivers were making money on the side. But
after investigating…we determined it wasn’t them.”
Investigating
my ass. They probably tortured them to the brink of death only to find out they
were innocent. Well, innocent of the crimes they were accused of anyway.
“Then a
high-ranking Uprising leader disappeared.” Her gaze drifts to Rainey then
Cyrus. “But after we’d lost a couple of commanders, it wasn’t completely
unexpected. There was talk about the disappearances being connected.” Pressing
her lips together, she glances at me. “That’s why I had to push you so hard
about Cy’s location. A few days after the camp attacks, the leader’s body was
found, throat slit, a hundred miles from where he was last seen.”
I glance up at
Cyrus wondering if he knows about this. He gives me a quick shake of his head.
“Go on,” he says to Draya.
“We were only
days away from striking the Union when the camps were attacked. It was a huge
setback, but they’d already placed so many people in the Union that they
quickly came up with a backup plan.” She flicks something off her pant leg.
“And you know the rest.”
“That’s a lot
of superficial information,” Mateo says. “We need dates, locations, a list of
everything that was taken from the supply trucks, where the leader was last
seen, where he was found…”
Draya’s chin
tilts up as a smirk tugs at the corners of her mouth. “I take it you don’t need
details on the camp attacks.”
Mateo’s chest
expands with each terse breath.
“Didn’t think
so,” she mumbles but spends the next couple of hours answering questions.
Unfortunately, she doesn’t provide much in the way of concrete details,
something we desperately need. If we have any hope of taking down the Uprising,
we’re going to need help.
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Looking forward to reading The Resistance. Thank you
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