Broken City
Broken City #1
Genre/Age Group- 16+
By- D.D. Chant
A girl with no future
A man with no past
A little lost boy
And those who seek to find him....
....Welcome to Deeta's world.
Deeta Richards has never seen the outside world. Before she was born a banking crisis brought civilization to an end and now no one leaves the safety of the compounds unless they need to, but Deeta still dreams of seeing more than the building she was born in.
Tom is in the guard, this group are the only people that the tribal elders allow to leave the compound and Tom knows only too well that Deeta could never survive the harshness that exists outside. Then tragedy strikes and Deeta and her Sister Jan find themselves captured by a hostile tribe. Why does Tom know so much about these people? And why do they know so much about him? As this mystery draws to a climax, they discover that their friend Tom is not quite what he seems...
**Broken City is FREE right now! **
And now an excerpt from Broken City-
"Making new friends, Deeta?"
I jump at the sound of Tanya's voice.
"I suppose I was, he was asking if there was anything we needed."
"I'd be careful if I were you, goodness only knows what he'll want in return."
"Tanya!" I flush red, angry and embarrassed. "He just wanted to make sure we were comfortable, that all of us are comfortable."
"Yeah whatever... trust me, Deeta, he spells trouble."
"Don't be silly, I think-"
"That's the trouble, Deeta, you're not such an authority are you? You thought Tomasz was fine and look what he turned out to be!" I see a spiteful glint come into her eyes. "He's ruined you, you know. None of the boys will want you now, not after…" Her voice trails off suggestively and she looks after Robin. "Come to think of it, perhaps you should be nice to that Marshall. Or had you already thought of that?"
I watch in silence as she walks away, a self satisfied smile plastered over her face. Knowing that everyone in the hallway is looking at me, but not meeting my eyes, I drop the cloth I'm holding and walk, quite sedately up the stairs.
I don't have any destination in mind, but feel a kind of numbness come over me and everything disappears. There's no thought, no pain, not even the sensation of passing time.
I come to myself, face to face with a large door. From its shape and size I know that it is the door to the roof, my often used place of refuge. The handle puts up resistance in my fingers and with both hands I begin to pull madly at its unresponsive locks. The tears are coursing down my face as I beat a rhythmless tattoo against the hard wood.
I cry for everything in those moments. I cry for Dec and for Keya, for Jamie's misery and Tom's coldness, for the huge and strange changes that have tangled us all in their intricate web. My fist is suddenly arrested in a warm and firm clasp and I'm turned and pulled into a comforting embrace. Only one person I know radiates the comfort that I can feel tangible in the air and I allow myself to relax in Tom's arms.
For a while my shuddering sobs continue and his left arm around my waist remains tight, while his right hand smoothes my hair back from my face. But even tears must stop eventually and I become quiet.
"I didn't mean to be silly, Tom, it just-"
"I saw, Deeta."
I lean against him, absorbing the kindness and gentleness of him, just as I absorb his warmth. Tom understands, he understands what I can't even put into words and his understanding is a relief. I stand there with my head resting against his shoulder and time rolls back so that I don't feel awkward. My next question is as frank as we had used to be with each other.
"Are we good, Tom?"
"Yes, Deeta. We're good."
He draws away from me and hands me his handkerchief, I take it from him, wiping my eyes.
"Is my face red and puffy?"
"Honesty decrees that I say yes."
"I thought so... thanks, Tom."
"What for?"
"For being there when I need you most. That's what matters isn't it; being there for your friends when things are tight?"
"I guess so."
He puts his arm around my shoulders and we begin to walk down to the lower levels. Outside my door he does something he's never done before. He leans forwards and kisses my cheek, much like he would have kissed Tarri or Carris.
"Goodbye, Deeta, be good."
I jump at the sound of Tanya's voice.
"I suppose I was, he was asking if there was anything we needed."
"I'd be careful if I were you, goodness only knows what he'll want in return."
"Tanya!" I flush red, angry and embarrassed. "He just wanted to make sure we were comfortable, that all of us are comfortable."
"Yeah whatever... trust me, Deeta, he spells trouble."
"Don't be silly, I think-"
"That's the trouble, Deeta, you're not such an authority are you? You thought Tomasz was fine and look what he turned out to be!" I see a spiteful glint come into her eyes. "He's ruined you, you know. None of the boys will want you now, not after…" Her voice trails off suggestively and she looks after Robin. "Come to think of it, perhaps you should be nice to that Marshall. Or had you already thought of that?"
I watch in silence as she walks away, a self satisfied smile plastered over her face. Knowing that everyone in the hallway is looking at me, but not meeting my eyes, I drop the cloth I'm holding and walk, quite sedately up the stairs.
I don't have any destination in mind, but feel a kind of numbness come over me and everything disappears. There's no thought, no pain, not even the sensation of passing time.
I come to myself, face to face with a large door. From its shape and size I know that it is the door to the roof, my often used place of refuge. The handle puts up resistance in my fingers and with both hands I begin to pull madly at its unresponsive locks. The tears are coursing down my face as I beat a rhythmless tattoo against the hard wood.
I cry for everything in those moments. I cry for Dec and for Keya, for Jamie's misery and Tom's coldness, for the huge and strange changes that have tangled us all in their intricate web. My fist is suddenly arrested in a warm and firm clasp and I'm turned and pulled into a comforting embrace. Only one person I know radiates the comfort that I can feel tangible in the air and I allow myself to relax in Tom's arms.
For a while my shuddering sobs continue and his left arm around my waist remains tight, while his right hand smoothes my hair back from my face. But even tears must stop eventually and I become quiet.
"I didn't mean to be silly, Tom, it just-"
"I saw, Deeta."
I lean against him, absorbing the kindness and gentleness of him, just as I absorb his warmth. Tom understands, he understands what I can't even put into words and his understanding is a relief. I stand there with my head resting against his shoulder and time rolls back so that I don't feel awkward. My next question is as frank as we had used to be with each other.
"Are we good, Tom?"
"Yes, Deeta. We're good."
He draws away from me and hands me his handkerchief, I take it from him, wiping my eyes.
"Is my face red and puffy?"
"Honesty decrees that I say yes."
"I thought so... thanks, Tom."
"What for?"
"For being there when I need you most. That's what matters isn't it; being there for your friends when things are tight?"
"I guess so."
He puts his arm around my shoulders and we begin to walk down to the lower levels. Outside my door he does something he's never done before. He leans forwards and kisses my cheek, much like he would have kissed Tarri or Carris.
"Goodbye, Deeta, be good."
Book Soundtrack - Broken City-
1. Gentian - Broken City
2. Skillet - Awake and Alive
3. Evanescence - Bring me to life
4. The All American Rejects - Can't take it
5. Fireflight - Forever
6. Gentian - Without a Choice
7. Seven Cities - It's You I'm Calling
8. Apocalyptica & Brent Smith - Not Strong Enough
9. A-ha - The Sun Always Shines On T.V.
2. Skillet - Awake and Alive
3. Evanescence - Bring me to life
4. The All American Rejects - Can't take it
5. Fireflight - Forever
6. Gentian - Without a Choice
7. Seven Cities - It's You I'm Calling
8. Apocalyptica & Brent Smith - Not Strong Enough
9. A-ha - The Sun Always Shines On T.V.
My Review - Broken City
I received a free copy of the book from the author for my honest opinion.
Deeta Richards has lived in this building all of her life. She was born in this building and has never been "out". No one ever goes "out" since the banking crisis years ago. Deeta has two sisters, a mother and father. Most of the families that live in the building are not blood kin as Deeta and her family. Deeta is a very strong willed and compassionate person in more than one way. Deeta helps her mother and her family with their own house work like cleaning and cooking but she also helps the family that lives on the floor above her the Jepsjon.
After she helps her mother Deeta goes upstairs to help "Uncle Jep" and Tom with all of the kids that Tom has brought in off the street that had nowhere to go or had no family of their own. Tom is one of the guards who are the only ones who ever get to go "out". Tom and the other guards go "out" looking for supplies and other things that they may need. Tom is a very loving and caring person who loves taking care of the people who are not capable of taking care of their selves. Tom has always looked out for Deeta and tried to make sure she was safe and had what she needed. After all she helped him a lot with the kids that he had adopted. She would babysit for him and Uncle Jep. She would help them every night give all the children a bath and feed them. All of the Children called her Aunty Deet and they called Tom Uncle Tom. Deet and Tom took care of these kids as if they were their own and in ways they were.
When Deeta wasn't helping her mother or helping Tom with the children she had other duties she had to do in the compound she like everyone else. Some days she worked in the kitchen helping to cook or clean whatever was needed doing. Every person in the tribe had a job that they were assigned.
Deeta always dreamed of going "out" to see what it was like but no one especially Tom thought she was strong enough to handle seeing what went on out there with all of the other tribes. Deeta was to innocent and soft hearted to handle the things that people did to each other on the outside. Deeta and her sisters have heard horrible stories about the other tribes and are very afraid of them. All they knew about these people were the stories that they had been told all their lives. They were afraid of the unknown. They thought that their tribe was the only good tribe there was and that all of the other tribes were bad just because of what they had been told.
They never went out to visit these other people or tribes to find out if they were good or not. They were too afraid to try out get to know these people. They had blinders on their eyes that were put there by their own parents. If they would have taken the blinders off and opened up their eyes and their minds and tried to get to know these other tribes they just might have found out that they were just like them that they had good hearts too. Deet's family/tribe's whole lives were lived and lead inside of a building closed off from the rest of the world. But so were all of the other people as well.
Deet soon learns that the ones that are most dear to her heart are hiding more secrets than she will ever know in a lifetime. She soon learns that the most precious people in her life are not exactly who she thought them to be. Deet is very surprised when she learns the truth of the people who holds a very big place in her heart is not who or what she thought them to be. Will this truth destroy her or will it make her life better than it ever has been before?
I have really and truly loved reading Broken City and can't wait to finish reading Broken Truce to find out what happens to Deeta, her sister Janny, Tom and all of the new characters that they end up meeting along their life's journey. Will they all come together in the end and become one? I love reading dystopian stories at the moment and can't seem to get enough of them. I just wish I could read faster so that I could read a lot more of them. If I could become a speed reader I would set the world or at least my world on fire reading so many books. Seriously though have you read the Broken City Series? If you have not and you even like this genre then you need to give this series a try you will not regret it in the least. It is smoking hot!
Deeta Richards has lived in this building all of her life. She was born in this building and has never been "out". No one ever goes "out" since the banking crisis years ago. Deeta has two sisters, a mother and father. Most of the families that live in the building are not blood kin as Deeta and her family. Deeta is a very strong willed and compassionate person in more than one way. Deeta helps her mother and her family with their own house work like cleaning and cooking but she also helps the family that lives on the floor above her the Jepsjon.
After she helps her mother Deeta goes upstairs to help "Uncle Jep" and Tom with all of the kids that Tom has brought in off the street that had nowhere to go or had no family of their own. Tom is one of the guards who are the only ones who ever get to go "out". Tom and the other guards go "out" looking for supplies and other things that they may need. Tom is a very loving and caring person who loves taking care of the people who are not capable of taking care of their selves. Tom has always looked out for Deeta and tried to make sure she was safe and had what she needed. After all she helped him a lot with the kids that he had adopted. She would babysit for him and Uncle Jep. She would help them every night give all the children a bath and feed them. All of the Children called her Aunty Deet and they called Tom Uncle Tom. Deet and Tom took care of these kids as if they were their own and in ways they were.
When Deeta wasn't helping her mother or helping Tom with the children she had other duties she had to do in the compound she like everyone else. Some days she worked in the kitchen helping to cook or clean whatever was needed doing. Every person in the tribe had a job that they were assigned.
Deeta always dreamed of going "out" to see what it was like but no one especially Tom thought she was strong enough to handle seeing what went on out there with all of the other tribes. Deeta was to innocent and soft hearted to handle the things that people did to each other on the outside. Deeta and her sisters have heard horrible stories about the other tribes and are very afraid of them. All they knew about these people were the stories that they had been told all their lives. They were afraid of the unknown. They thought that their tribe was the only good tribe there was and that all of the other tribes were bad just because of what they had been told.
They never went out to visit these other people or tribes to find out if they were good or not. They were too afraid to try out get to know these people. They had blinders on their eyes that were put there by their own parents. If they would have taken the blinders off and opened up their eyes and their minds and tried to get to know these other tribes they just might have found out that they were just like them that they had good hearts too. Deet's family/tribe's whole lives were lived and lead inside of a building closed off from the rest of the world. But so were all of the other people as well.
Deet soon learns that the ones that are most dear to her heart are hiding more secrets than she will ever know in a lifetime. She soon learns that the most precious people in her life are not exactly who she thought them to be. Deet is very surprised when she learns the truth of the people who holds a very big place in her heart is not who or what she thought them to be. Will this truth destroy her or will it make her life better than it ever has been before?
I have really and truly loved reading Broken City and can't wait to finish reading Broken Truce to find out what happens to Deeta, her sister Janny, Tom and all of the new characters that they end up meeting along their life's journey. Will they all come together in the end and become one? I love reading dystopian stories at the moment and can't seem to get enough of them. I just wish I could read faster so that I could read a lot more of them. If I could become a speed reader I would set the world or at least my world on fire reading so many books. Seriously though have you read the Broken City Series? If you have not and you even like this genre then you need to give this series a try you will not regret it in the least. It is smoking hot!
Broken Truce
Broken City # 2
Genre/Age Group- 16+
By- D.D. Chant
Life isn't turning out the way that Deeta thought it would. With the Lewises defeated and peace between the tribes, she had believed that the dark times were a thing of the past.
But troubles between the tribes continue, and the Andak council have selected Tom as their ambassador and spokesman to the other tribes.
Deeta knows that there is still much resentment against the Andak, and that Tom is in danger every time he leaves the safety of Andak City.
Struggling with her own complicated feelings against the tribe that she is now a part of, Deeta tries to ignore the changing attitudes growing within her.
But when Tom is betrayed and they are thrown into great danger, Deeta finds that reality can't be ignored forever…
And now an excerpt from Broken Truce-
It's a girl, probably still in her teens, with short red hair and impossibly big blue eyes.
"Can you stand?"
The question is curt, little more than a formality as she drags me to my feet.
"We need to stop the bleeding!"
The girl shakes her head at Jan.
"We need to run like hell, unless you want to be caught?" The girl returns, passing her arm around my waist and pulling my arm over her shoulder.
"But he's blocking our exit." I gasp faintly.
The girl flashes me a grin.
"Birds don't need to walk, they can fly."
She pulls me toward the door in the wall and for one horrifying moment I really believe she's going to push me out. Instead she leans out and reaches for something just outside my line of vision. It's a stout piece of rope, joined to the tree somewhere above her. She looks from one to the other of us, assessing our physical abilities.
"I guess you'd better go first." She gestures toward Jan.
"Go where?"
The girl points through the door and we see that, about fifteen feet away in another tree, there is a young lad of about twelve, crouched on a tiny platform on one of the branches.
"You want her to swing through the trees like Tarzan and Jane?" I squeak. "She's pregnant!"
"And here I thought she'd stuffed a cushion up her jumper," returned the girl.
"You can't expect her to do it!"
Jan starts to laugh, slightly hysterical amusement in her voice.
"This from you, Deet? I climbed up that rope ladder on your say so, I think I can manage swinging through the trees."
The girl grins at Jan in approval.
"Good, Kestrel will catch you."
Without realising quite how it happens, Jan is manoeuvred toward the door and clings on for dear life as the girl launches her across the space between the two trees. A slight sound behind me alerts me to the fact that the wounded soldier, has somehow managed to pull himself up the rope ladder and into the tree house. The girl notices as well and pushes me into the corner, before turning on the soldier purposefully. As she faces him I see her lithe form take on a different attitude, she seems to slink forward, moving with the grace of a feline.
"Whatever you do; keep out of the way of the door," whispers the girl over her shoulder. I nod weakly, trying to ignore how my leg throbs and my vision blurs. I reach down clutching my thigh; blood soaks my jeans stickily, making the material drag against my wound.
She steps carefully out of the light coming through the door, her movements fluid. I shiver, she's so small, hardly reaching my shoulder, how will she defend herself against a Lewis soldier, even a wounded one. I remember suddenly the look of wild elation in the soldier's eyes as his knife had plunged in my leg.
My stomach rolls unpleasantly as I wonder what he will do to our rescuer.
The soldier sways, slightly unsteady in the middle of the room, one hand pressed against his shoulder. He hasn't removed the shard of metal; it sticks out between his bloody fingers making an already gory image even more gruesome.
The girl pulls out another of the shard-like blades from her boot and holds it in a light, sure grip. She stands firmly between me and the soldier, just out of his reach. He lurches forward out of the shadows of the tree house and into the light cast by the door. A moment later an arrow slams into his body and I scream.
He stares down at the wooden shaft buried in his chest in astonishment, before slowly pitching backwards. My knees threaten to give way as the girl turns to me, calm and collected and passes her arm around my waist. She signals to the boy; he's moved from the small platform and sits perched on another branch. I realise that he moved to get a better shot.
He nods at her gesture and pulls the bow over his shoulder, swiftly moving through the tree limbs, half climbing, half swinging, until he reaches the platform again. Jan crouches in one corner, eyes closed and arms wrapped around a branch. Kestrel grabs the rope held tethered to the wooden platform and swings it back in our direction.
The girl catches it one handed and pulls it close.
"Can you hold on?"
I nod jerkily, grasping the rope with both hands.
"On three then."
She counts the numbers off slowly and then gives me a hefty push. I squeeze my eyes shut as the air whisks past me, clinging to the rope desperately. A few seconds later waiting arms catch me and I open my eyes. The boy, Kestrel, is supporting me with one hand and sending the rope swinging back to the girl still standing in the tree house.
"Hurry up, Wren, the soldiers have started to climb our tree."
I look down, alarmed to find that Kestrel is right; the soldier that I pushed down the ladder has recovered and is now making surprisingly quick time up the tree that, until now, I had viewed as a safe haven.
Wren sails across the space between the trees and lands lightly on the small platform that is now getting very overcrowded.
"I'll take the wounded one, Kes, you take the other and go first. Don't wait for us, just get out of here as fast as you can." She nods to Jan. "Follow him, he'll get you to safety."
Kestrel shins up the tree quickly, turning to help Jan over the rougher stretches. Whenever the gap between the branches is a little too wide there is a foothold nailed onto the tree, bridging the distance.
Wren pushes me to go next, casting a hasty look down at the soldier and finding him horribly close. Reaching to her boot she pulls another blade free and I hear a sharp cry of pain as she throws it at the soldier below us, signalling the accuracy of her aim.
Climbing up through the tree is hard and very painful, but fear pushes me onward despite the throbbing of my leg. Wren stays close to me, helping me over the more difficult areas.
Finally we reach another platform and I sag sweating against the nearest branch. Jan is nowhere in sight so I suppose Kestrel has taken Wren at her word and left us on our own. Relief floods through me at the thought that Jan and Rhubarb will be safe.
"Can you stand?"
The question is curt, little more than a formality as she drags me to my feet.
"We need to stop the bleeding!"
The girl shakes her head at Jan.
"We need to run like hell, unless you want to be caught?" The girl returns, passing her arm around my waist and pulling my arm over her shoulder.
"But he's blocking our exit." I gasp faintly.
The girl flashes me a grin.
"Birds don't need to walk, they can fly."
She pulls me toward the door in the wall and for one horrifying moment I really believe she's going to push me out. Instead she leans out and reaches for something just outside my line of vision. It's a stout piece of rope, joined to the tree somewhere above her. She looks from one to the other of us, assessing our physical abilities.
"I guess you'd better go first." She gestures toward Jan.
"Go where?"
The girl points through the door and we see that, about fifteen feet away in another tree, there is a young lad of about twelve, crouched on a tiny platform on one of the branches.
"You want her to swing through the trees like Tarzan and Jane?" I squeak. "She's pregnant!"
"And here I thought she'd stuffed a cushion up her jumper," returned the girl.
"You can't expect her to do it!"
Jan starts to laugh, slightly hysterical amusement in her voice.
"This from you, Deet? I climbed up that rope ladder on your say so, I think I can manage swinging through the trees."
The girl grins at Jan in approval.
"Good, Kestrel will catch you."
Without realising quite how it happens, Jan is manoeuvred toward the door and clings on for dear life as the girl launches her across the space between the two trees. A slight sound behind me alerts me to the fact that the wounded soldier, has somehow managed to pull himself up the rope ladder and into the tree house. The girl notices as well and pushes me into the corner, before turning on the soldier purposefully. As she faces him I see her lithe form take on a different attitude, she seems to slink forward, moving with the grace of a feline.
"Whatever you do; keep out of the way of the door," whispers the girl over her shoulder. I nod weakly, trying to ignore how my leg throbs and my vision blurs. I reach down clutching my thigh; blood soaks my jeans stickily, making the material drag against my wound.
She steps carefully out of the light coming through the door, her movements fluid. I shiver, she's so small, hardly reaching my shoulder, how will she defend herself against a Lewis soldier, even a wounded one. I remember suddenly the look of wild elation in the soldier's eyes as his knife had plunged in my leg.
My stomach rolls unpleasantly as I wonder what he will do to our rescuer.
The soldier sways, slightly unsteady in the middle of the room, one hand pressed against his shoulder. He hasn't removed the shard of metal; it sticks out between his bloody fingers making an already gory image even more gruesome.
The girl pulls out another of the shard-like blades from her boot and holds it in a light, sure grip. She stands firmly between me and the soldier, just out of his reach. He lurches forward out of the shadows of the tree house and into the light cast by the door. A moment later an arrow slams into his body and I scream.
He stares down at the wooden shaft buried in his chest in astonishment, before slowly pitching backwards. My knees threaten to give way as the girl turns to me, calm and collected and passes her arm around my waist. She signals to the boy; he's moved from the small platform and sits perched on another branch. I realise that he moved to get a better shot.
He nods at her gesture and pulls the bow over his shoulder, swiftly moving through the tree limbs, half climbing, half swinging, until he reaches the platform again. Jan crouches in one corner, eyes closed and arms wrapped around a branch. Kestrel grabs the rope held tethered to the wooden platform and swings it back in our direction.
The girl catches it one handed and pulls it close.
"Can you hold on?"
I nod jerkily, grasping the rope with both hands.
"On three then."
She counts the numbers off slowly and then gives me a hefty push. I squeeze my eyes shut as the air whisks past me, clinging to the rope desperately. A few seconds later waiting arms catch me and I open my eyes. The boy, Kestrel, is supporting me with one hand and sending the rope swinging back to the girl still standing in the tree house.
"Hurry up, Wren, the soldiers have started to climb our tree."
I look down, alarmed to find that Kestrel is right; the soldier that I pushed down the ladder has recovered and is now making surprisingly quick time up the tree that, until now, I had viewed as a safe haven.
Wren sails across the space between the trees and lands lightly on the small platform that is now getting very overcrowded.
"I'll take the wounded one, Kes, you take the other and go first. Don't wait for us, just get out of here as fast as you can." She nods to Jan. "Follow him, he'll get you to safety."
Kestrel shins up the tree quickly, turning to help Jan over the rougher stretches. Whenever the gap between the branches is a little too wide there is a foothold nailed onto the tree, bridging the distance.
Wren pushes me to go next, casting a hasty look down at the soldier and finding him horribly close. Reaching to her boot she pulls another blade free and I hear a sharp cry of pain as she throws it at the soldier below us, signalling the accuracy of her aim.
Climbing up through the tree is hard and very painful, but fear pushes me onward despite the throbbing of my leg. Wren stays close to me, helping me over the more difficult areas.
Finally we reach another platform and I sag sweating against the nearest branch. Jan is nowhere in sight so I suppose Kestrel has taken Wren at her word and left us on our own. Relief floods through me at the thought that Jan and Rhubarb will be safe.
Book Soundtrack - Broken Truce-
1. Seven Cities - This Time Won't Come Again
2. Seven Cites - Crawl
3. David Guetta ft. Sia - Titainium
4. Keene - Somewhere Only We Know
5. Nickleback - Saving Me
6. Lee Mead - Paint it Black
7. Gentian - Finished
8. Jem - 24
2. Seven Cites - Crawl
3. David Guetta ft. Sia - Titainium
4. Keene - Somewhere Only We Know
5. Nickleback - Saving Me
6. Lee Mead - Paint it Black
7. Gentian - Finished
8. Jem - 24
Character Bio's - Broken City Series-
Deeta Richards: Deeta has spent her whole life in the building she was born in, but desperately wants to see the outside world. She is shy and withdrawn around people, and holds fast to the belief that everyone has core goodness. Looks after the Jepsjon family. Has 2 sisters: Clare (older) Jan (younger)
Tomasz 'Tom' Jepsjon: Tom is Deeta's best friend and a Gaurd. He lives with his adopted father, Professor Jepsjon, and has taken in five orphans. Together they make up one of the families in the Clark tribe. Tom has a very mysterious past, he can be cold but has always looked out for Deeta.
Jan Richards: Deeta's younger sister. Jan is clever and bold, often taking on the mantle of 'older sister' to Deeta. Despite the fact that she is sassy and often sarcastic, she has a soft heart.
Ryder Andak: Ryder is the youngest of the Andak brothers. The Andak are the most feared tribe in the City, they have technology and resources far beyond the other tribes. The Andak tribe also has a reputation for cruelty and violence.
Professor Andres 'Jep' Jepsjon: Tom's step-father. 'Uncle Jep' adopted Tom when he was just 13. He is a voice of reason and good friend to Deeta, but he too is hiding secrets.
Hugh Richards: Deeta and Jan's father. He is an elder in the Clark tribe and leader of the hunt. A good friend of Professor Jepsjon, he is always trying to help the Jepsjon family out when he can.
Dec Jepsjon: Tom's 10 year old adopted 'nephew' who is abducted from the Clark compound. His adopted siblings are: Ricky Jepsjon, 15. Roydon 'Roy' Jepsjon, 13. Carris 'Carry' Jepsjon, 8. Tarri Jepsjon, 4.
Ralph 'Ralphie' Clark: Second son to the family that founded the Clark tribe. Fun and mischievous, Ralph is one of Deeta's best friends. Has an older brother, Jamie. Known for his kindness and abillity to make others laugh.
Nella: A female Gaurd. Friends with Tom and Deeta. A twin, but her sister Tara is dead. Has a strained relationship with Ralph Clark.
Tomasz 'Tom' Jepsjon: Tom is Deeta's best friend and a Gaurd. He lives with his adopted father, Professor Jepsjon, and has taken in five orphans. Together they make up one of the families in the Clark tribe. Tom has a very mysterious past, he can be cold but has always looked out for Deeta.
Jan Richards: Deeta's younger sister. Jan is clever and bold, often taking on the mantle of 'older sister' to Deeta. Despite the fact that she is sassy and often sarcastic, she has a soft heart.
Ryder Andak: Ryder is the youngest of the Andak brothers. The Andak are the most feared tribe in the City, they have technology and resources far beyond the other tribes. The Andak tribe also has a reputation for cruelty and violence.
Professor Andres 'Jep' Jepsjon: Tom's step-father. 'Uncle Jep' adopted Tom when he was just 13. He is a voice of reason and good friend to Deeta, but he too is hiding secrets.
Hugh Richards: Deeta and Jan's father. He is an elder in the Clark tribe and leader of the hunt. A good friend of Professor Jepsjon, he is always trying to help the Jepsjon family out when he can.
Dec Jepsjon: Tom's 10 year old adopted 'nephew' who is abducted from the Clark compound. His adopted siblings are: Ricky Jepsjon, 15. Roydon 'Roy' Jepsjon, 13. Carris 'Carry' Jepsjon, 8. Tarri Jepsjon, 4.
Ralph 'Ralphie' Clark: Second son to the family that founded the Clark tribe. Fun and mischievous, Ralph is one of Deeta's best friends. Has an older brother, Jamie. Known for his kindness and abillity to make others laugh.
Nella: A female Gaurd. Friends with Tom and Deeta. A twin, but her sister Tara is dead. Has a strained relationship with Ralph Clark.
About the Author -
Hi everyone!
My name is Dee Dee, I'm twenty seven and I live in a beautiful part of Devon, England, with my family.
That introduction made me feel a little bit like I was on Blind Date!!!
As our house is in the countryside we have some unusual neighbours including chickens, ducks, geese, pheasants, a cat (that adopted us when we moved in!!!) and some koi. I also have a very long suffering younger sister, Jingle, who is a brilliant guitar player. She keeps me supplied with coffee and brownies, generally making sure that the Chant household doesn't grind to a halt.
I really hope you enjoy reading my books as much as I enjoy writing them.
I love reading and have a kindle, I enjoy almost every genre; if there is adventure and romance I'll be there with coffee and a brownie! I also like to cook and wear impractical high heels! You may also have noticed that I have a horrible addiction to exclamation marks!!!
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