Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Unbelief Series by C.B. Stone

Unbelief Book 1
by C.B. Stone
Genre: YA Dystopian
171 pages

Darkness has a name...

From the ashes of destruction, the Elite rose up as the ruling power of
the New World, enforcing new laws.
Those laws are broken at great peril.
When she witnesses her best friend taken by force in the night, she knows
he is destined for a fate worse than death.
She’s heard the rumors, the whispers of what happens in
She’s seen the dead looks in the eyes of those who return.
If they return.
But she can’t ignore what she's witnessed...
No matter the danger.
How can she abandon her best friend to such a fate?
She must try to save him...
No matter the cost.
This is a dystopian series set in a post-apocalyptic world with hints of
romance. Books should be read in order. May be cliff hangers.
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Outside is freezing. The snow has piled up so high it’s up to my thighs and I wade through
it more like water than anything. It makes my progress slow going. That coupled with the biting wind doesn’t help me stay warm. It would be better if I were just walking through town. It’d still be freezing of course, but the buildings would help block some of the harsh wind.
Unfortunately, I’m not in town.

I’ve hopped over the little rock wall—I couldn’t even see it beneath the snow—and now
I’m heading out in the icy cold toward the tall ruins of the Old World. Normally, I wouldn’t be out here. It’s stupid being out here during winter, especially alone.

It’s why me and Jacob always hunted and worked together. If something goes wrong, if I fall
through a rotted floorboard or get caught by a hungry animal, or if I just get lost in the neverending white, there is no one out here to help me or save me. What’s worse, it’s incredibly illegal.

That wouldn’t worry me too much most of the time, but lately it’s been a bad idea to do
anything illegal. Selectors and other Elite have been unusually active in the Gate lately, taking people in the middle of the night for Trials and Rehabilitation, then throwing what’s left of their family to foster care… It’s never been this bad before. What I’m doing is just dumb. 
The worst kind of dumb. The kind of dumb just asking for punishment. Which is exactly why I’m doing it.

It’s maybe another mile until I hit the edge of the Old World. From there, I’ve decided I’ll
head west. Jacob and I haven’t seen all of the ruins, but we’ve seen a lot over the years and I’ve got a good feel where things are now. Most days, I’m only out here looking for things to take back to town. Stuff I can either use myself or things I can sell to the denizens of the Gate. Today’s different. Today, I’m looking for something specific. So I’m headed to the west end of the Old World town, in hopes of finding it.

Unbelief Book 2
161 pages

What happens when your eyes are opened to truth?

I dream that night of walking through the ruins. Strangely, I’m
barefoot. Yet the snow beneath my feet doesn’t feel cold, I don’t
even feel cold. Somehow though, I’m going the right way, I know I
am. I’m not sure how I know… it’s just a knowing I feel deep
down in my bones.
Sinna has stumbled into a world unlike
any she’s ever known. Her eyes have been opened and there’s no
going back. She’s never considered herself a Believer, she always
left that to Jacob, but things are happening fast.
Is there something to this faith stuff after all?

And if there is, is it strong enough to see her through what’s coming

This is a dystopian series set in a
post-apocalyptic world with hints of romance. Books should be read in
order. May be cliff hangers.

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Alex straightens in his seat at that, his foot falling from the dash back down to the floor.
“Whoa,” he says, throwing his two cents in. “I did have a plan, one that would be working out
just fine if it weren’t for sleeping beauty back there.” He points with his thumb back toward

“Last I recall, on my end, there was a plan that did not involve two escapees,” Jasper adds.

“Well he is here,” I remind them finally, my voice strained with exhaustion and anxiety.
“And he needs medical attention. Now.”

Both Jasper and Alex look away, staring out the window at the whiteness surrounding us.
When no one says anything I realize finally just how bad things are. Even though I’ve gotten
Jacob out of that camp, I’m still not going to be able to save him. Not without help and a doctor.

I sit back gingerly, half expecting to be tossed in the air again, and fall silent. I don’t know
what else to say. Glancing back over my shoulder, I can’t help looking at Jacob for the zillionth time. He’s still sweating profusely, hair plastered to his forehead in stringy wet clumps.

Please let him be okay, I think to myself. But I know the mental plea is useless. I’m not
even sure who or what I’m pleading with. There’s no help in sight, just miles and miles of snow that feels never-ending.

When I look forward once more, I see it. Through the windshield of the truck, off in the
distance I see something just barely visible through the hazy sky. At first, my heart sinks. I
squint, trying to bring whatever it is into focus. What if it’s another truck or an Elite checkpoint we’re running right smack into? If it is, we’re done for, they’ll haul us right back to
Rehabilitation and throw us right back into that awful hole. What’s worse, this time they’ll throw Alex and Jasper in too.

Guilt wracks me as I realize fully the risk I’ve put them both in. All of this just to save
Jacob, and it’s starting to look like he’s the one person who isn’t going to make it.

But when whatever is on the horizon looms closer—or rather, we get closer to it—I realize
“it” isn’t a truck and isn’t white at all. Not a checkpoint then. There’s a ring of fog up ahead
that’s making it difficult to see through, but whatever is visible on the horizon, it’s definitely a
darker color than the white Elite trucks and vans. It’s sharp edges jut out into the sky, and after a moment I realize what it reminds me of. The Old World ruins. My heartbeat quickens with a rush of hope and excitement.

“There,” I practically shout, pointing at it, now that I’ve identified what “it” is. The Elite
won’t be in the ruins. We can take Jacob there and— my thoughts skid to an abrupt halt.
I’m not quite sure what we’ll be able to do for him once we get there, but anything is better
than wandering around the wastelands aimlessly, with no real plan. Especially jostling about the way we are in this truck. I’m kind of surprised he isn’t throwing up by now between the fever and the rough ride.

Unbelief Book 3
165 pages

She can't walk away now...

This plan—this crazy, stupid, impossible plan—could work. At the very
least, it will serve to get the boys back into the folds of the
Elite, so they don’t come to any harm for helping me.
And it’ll get me back inside so I can try to save my father—but then
what? How will I get him out? We have no guarantees this will even
Sinna is headed back to Rehabilitation.
Like it or not, she doesn't see any other alternatives. She can't just
pretend everything is okay, and hide out in the Garden.
But how will they get back there?

And what will happen when
they do? Will they be able make it back out alive a second
Sinna isn't at all sure about any of it, but her
conscience won't let her back out now.

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After talking with Tawny, I don’t know how I’m supposed to go to this party and pretend
as though everything isn’t about to change drastically. She wouldn’t give me any details,
wouldn’t tell me what was going to happen next, but promised she would get us out of the ruins.

When I tell Alex and Jasper, they immediately want details, but I don’t have any to give them. “We just have to wait,” I say, brushing out my hair and cleaning up as best as I can to look presentable for the party. “Tawny said she could get us out of the city.”

Alex is relieved, although he’s still nervous about all of the Elite roaming around and of
course not being able to take the truck with us. But Jasper, he doesn’t look like he’s all that
happy with the answers I’ve offered.

“She wouldn’t tell you anything?” he asked for the third time since I’d come back to the

I sigh and shake my head. “No,” I say, yet again. “She wouldn’t give me any details, just
said to meet me after the party and that she would get us out of the city. Which means we need to be ready to leave as soon as that happens.”

Jasper purses his lips together, looking just as upset over things as he did the first time I
announced it to him. “How can we trust her?” he asks, pacing the small tent in agitation.

I turn to look at him, my hands going to my hips. “What do you mean, how can we trust
her?” I demand angrily. “These people took us in. Of course we can trust them!”

That was before they realized that we brought the Elite with us,” he points out, stopping
his pacing to stare me down. “You never should have told her they were here.” He looks as
though he wants to curse, but restrains himself.

I shake my head at him. “How could I not? They need to know, so they can prepare.
There’s no guarantee we’ll make it out of here before they discover the Garden,” I tell him. It’s such a dangerous situation and if anything happens to the Garden, and more importantly the people in it, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to forgive myself. They’ve done so much for us, and I feel like we’re repaying them with nothing but mortal danger.

God Wars: The Beginnings
Unbelief Book 4
188 pages

In the Beginning...

Believing wasn’t always a crime.
Faith in God wasn’t always illegal.

In the glory days of the Old World, there were
many who lived out their faith in full view of all, and taught their
children, and their children’s children about God, their beloved
In those days, prayer was still allowed in
schools, church was still held on Sundays with picnics and family get
togethers afterward, and the spare change that jangled in everyone’s
pockets still carried the words ‘In God We Trust’.
Then the God Wars happened. Life was never the same again.

This is a prequel. It's highly recommended to read the Unbelief Trilogy first.
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Other than her son, she has no other family. Her mother died last year from a heart attack.
At least Davey telephoned her to wish her happy birthday. Margaret smiles as she looks at the photo of her son, holding a prominent spot on the wall near the front entrance. He is such a handsome boy.

Unbidden, she has an immediate second thought and has to convince herself it’s not an
irreverent one. She clucks her tongue, mentally chiding herself. But if she’s being honest, Davey is proof positive that God has a sense of humor. Just like most firstborn children she’s ever known, Davey is the spitting image of his father. A weird phenomenon, but she’s convinced the first child a woman has inevitably looks like the father, whereas the second tends to look like the mother. Whether that holds true or not with everyone, only God knows. But that was certainly the case with young Davey, much to her chagrin. 

When Margaret found out she was pregnant, she realized almost immediately that she didn’t want to marry the man who got her pregnant. The man who in fact, had been her boyfriend for nearly two years prior. He’d been great fun and all, and she’d liked him well enough, but he just wasn’t the kind of man you chose to bind yourself to for the long haul.

Maybe it isn’t God's sense of humor but merely a pointed reminder that having a child with
someone binds the two of you together forever in an intangible but undeniable way. She’d lost touch with Davey's father years ago, and sometimes feels bad about that. Occasionally she is reminded how arrogant of her it has been of her to deprive Davey of a father.

C.B. Stone is sometimes called author, writer, or purveyor of stories. One
might even dub her a yarn spinner if you will. It's very possible she
might be considered just a little left of normal by most, but she's
cool with that. Really, she's too busy avoiding normal to care. On
any given day, you might find Stone pounding away at a keyboard in
sunny Florida, contemplating waves, contemplating life and dreaming
up more exciting stories to share with readers.
Except Sunday's of course. Sunday's are God's day, so you'll often find her
making her best "joyful noise" with her local church praise
team. When not pounding poor fingers to bloody nuggets and
reinventing the definition of eye strain, C.B. Stone enjoys living it
up, doing the family thing, the kid thing, and the friend thing. And
in her downtime, reading the minds of fans.
Also being invisible. Being invisible is fun.
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