Her Revolution
by C.S. Hand
Genre: YA Dystopian
Release date: August 8th 2018
Summary:
For fans of Divergent, Red Rising, and The Hunger Games comes a gripping new tale of ambition, treachery, and love.
When what appears as a prank on arrogant ambassadors at an exotic vacation city turns out to be the first tremors of a revolution, the Enlightened Council of Castillia turns to its 11-year old undefeated military prodigy and her loyal Guardians for help.
After all, it was Innocence who liberated the Jewel of All Cities in the first place. Everyone knows she will be the last to let it slip from her grasp.
But why would anyone want to leave Castillia? Its laws are just. Its Council is democratically elected. It has liberated more cities than any other Republic, past or present.
But Castillia has enemies, that’s for sure.
Sedition is the favorite trick of the southern Republic Ausonia. In fact, the exotic vacation city used to belong to Ausonia—and they have always wanted it back.
But could those hedonists really organize anything between all their dancing and drinking?
Or has Vesper, the mighty Republic to the North finally woken from its slumber? It has plenty of old scores to settle with Castillia and it’s palm-lined streets.
Squashing the uprising and re-uniting the town and her city could be the perfect way to end the most legendary military career Castillia has ever known and begin a new, exhilarating life as a prominent politician.
But it also might just be the perfect way to start what Innocence has secretly always yearned for: her own Empire.
Genre: YA Dystopian
Release date: August 8th 2018
Summary:
For fans of Divergent, Red Rising, and The Hunger Games comes a gripping new tale of ambition, treachery, and love.
When what appears as a prank on arrogant ambassadors at an exotic vacation city turns out to be the first tremors of a revolution, the Enlightened Council of Castillia turns to its 11-year old undefeated military prodigy and her loyal Guardians for help.
After all, it was Innocence who liberated the Jewel of All Cities in the first place. Everyone knows she will be the last to let it slip from her grasp.
But why would anyone want to leave Castillia? Its laws are just. Its Council is democratically elected. It has liberated more cities than any other Republic, past or present.
But Castillia has enemies, that’s for sure.
Sedition is the favorite trick of the southern Republic Ausonia. In fact, the exotic vacation city used to belong to Ausonia—and they have always wanted it back.
But could those hedonists really organize anything between all their dancing and drinking?
Or has Vesper, the mighty Republic to the North finally woken from its slumber? It has plenty of old scores to settle with Castillia and it’s palm-lined streets.
Squashing the uprising and re-uniting the town and her city could be the perfect way to end the most legendary military career Castillia has ever known and begin a new, exhilarating life as a prominent politician.
But it also might just be the perfect way to start what Innocence has secretly always yearned for: her own Empire.
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Salute
“As
long as the enemy is not defeated, he may defeat me; then I shall no longer be
my own master; he will dictate the law to me as I did to him.”
Clausewitz
When
I was six I commanded the Sun Battalion to charge the center of Ausonia’s
forces at Serenissima, the most beautiful and opulent city on this planet.
But
it broke Ausonia’s center and then we out flanked them—on both sides.
Ausonians
begged for their lives, but when you lose your Republic’s most famous battalion
you cannot allow for survivors.
Even
if you have just stolen the jewel of
cities from an enemy’s grasp.
When
I was seven I saw my own army nearly overrun.
That
was until I came out from my command hub and grabbed the banner from a fleeing Guardian
and turned Lazarus on, then began sweeping through the enemy’s ranks with my
sword of trembling lightning.
That
was the first time I had ever been shot more than thirteen times.
When
I was eight I had to execute my second-in-command for treason. We were low on
ammunition and my lightning blade wouldn’t turn on, so I had to do it with a
rock.
When
I was nine I led a lightning-sabre charge straight into the heart of Vesper’s Hyper
Accelerated Rifles.
Everyone
but a child named Beatrice was mowed down.
But
between myself and Beatrice and the second, third, and fourth fearless waves we
cut them to pieces.
The
problem with Hyper Accelerated Rifles is if they fire too fast for too long
they overheat and then don’t fire at all.
That
was not the first time I had killed defenseless human beings—and enjoyed it.
When
I was ten I ambushed Jacob Heist and his band of outlaws who were traveling to
various cities in the South preaching about freedom and liberation and
brotherhood—the very ideals my City was founded upon.
They
said we were the very opposite of those things and that we were what they
called a “Dysotpia,” which is a new word used by uneducated thugs to incite rebellions
against people like me.
When
we ambushed them on the shore and they didn’t even try to run I assumed it was
because they knew it was over.
They
had no weapons but refused to surrender, even after I offered it to them a
second time.
So we
murdered the band of outlaws and searched for the weapon we knew we would find,
“The Chariot Buster,” which they usually used to blow our ships out of the sky.
Heist
and his gang loved to beam our hovercrafts into vapor, like he did the previous
seventeen times we tried to ambush him. In fact, he did it so much, we called
it “bait and beam.”
But
all we found in his traveling caravan were hundreds of copies of an unsettling
novel from some ancient planet about an elf and a minotaur who overthrow an
entire world.
If
that isn’t criminal literature worthy of suppression then I don’t know what is.
What
I also didn’t know was that we were being recorded and streamed live over an
inventive social media application called Periscope.
So it
looked like I butchered a peaceful intellectual on a paradisiacal white sand
beach in spite of his repeated cries for mercy and justice.
Blogs
went crazy.
They reported
that we murdered them when they were defenseless and did terrible things to
their corpses.
What
they didn’t mention is that my dogs were starving and that we had a long march
back. We weren’t going to be the ones eaten alive.
Besides,
you can’t take heavy machinery on an ambush.
The
outlaw preachers would have heard us coming miles away.
So I
had to take the dogs.
And
the dogs had to eat.
There
were hundreds of uprisings.
I
crushed them all.
My City
stood by my side. Esteemed Council members lost their seats because of me, some
had attempts made on their lives, and some were successfully assassinated.
That’s
when I learned someone can strike at you even from death, and when possible
never turn an enemy, who is mortal and fallible, into a martyr, who is
infallible and immortal.
I’m
eleven now, and this is my last year as Commander.
After
this year I will retire from my duties as a Guardian of the Republic,
squelching rebellions from the other cities who never pay their tributes on
time, are never fair in their dealings, and are always plotting against my
perfect, beautiful City.
Oh, my name is Innocence—which
as far as I can tell is just some made-up word.
About the AuthorC. S. Hand loves philosophy, literature, and science-fiction and fantasy books. He studied British Romanticism at Cambridge before leaving to translate great science-fiction and fantasy books. You can read more about his 3 great loves here.
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