Saturday, January 25, 2020
Book Tour + Review + #Giveaway: The Flow Series by Clare Littlemore @Clarelittlemore @SDSXXTours
Flow
The Flow Series Book 1
by Clare Littlemore
Genre: YA Dystopian Fiction
A flooded future. A relationship torn apart.
When 16-year old Quin's best friend Harper fails The Beck's assessment, will she ever see her again?
Regular appraisals are part of life in The Beck, a walled-in community constantly threatened by floodwaters. But when the shocking results of the most recent test are revealed, Quin knows her world is about to change forever.
Wrenched from Agric, where she has lived and worked for years, Quin finds herself thrown into the unfamiliar Patrol Sector. Yearning for her lost friend, struggling to adjust to her new surroundings, she begins to question the society she thought she knew.
And then she meets the mysterious Cam, who seems willing to break the rules for her. Determined to find Harper, Quin enlists his help. But when she discovers the horrifying truth, it might just destroy her.
If you devour fast-paced, addictive stories with compelling characters who inhabit intriguing futures, you’ll love The Flow Series.
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Chapter One
Chapter One
When I woke it was well before dawn. I could hear the rain
pattering on the pod tarps, a sound I had long ago learned to tune out. Usually
in the dark I could hear the comforting sound of the other girls’ slow, sleepy
breathing, but not today.
For
a long time, I refused to open my eyes. Lying still, I tried to prolong the
moment when I would have to admit that I was no longer asleep. Of course, the
only day we were allowed to take a break from duties was the one time we could
never stay asleep. All non-essential tasks would be suspended, for the morning
at least.
Ours
was an Agricultural pod. Growing the produce which fed the entire Beck was a
vital task, and there were more than two hundred workers assigned to man the
fields and greenhouses. Heavy flooding and regular storms meant our community
fought a constant battle against rising floodwaters, so protecting the growing
areas was paramount for our survival. But the fields and greenhouses could
manage a short period without our labour force. The Supers would man any
crucial stations for the earlier part of the day.
Usually
our pod slept until the very last moment, and then became a frenzied chaos of
activity before we all headed out to face the day. We grabbed our undershirts
and pulled on dark green overalls and boots, the creaking of camp beds echoing
throughout the near-silent pod. Every day we headed out the door as one just
before 5.30am.
Not
today though.
A
dramatic sigh from the bed next to mine interrupted my thoughts. Reluctantly I
opened my eyes to find a pair of alarmingly blue ones staring back at me, as I
had known they would be. Cassidy. Her regulation cropped hair was white-blonde
and stuck out in every direction. I tried to smile at her, knowing that the
occasion and the early hour would turn the expression into a grimace even as I
tried to seem optimistic.
“Hey.”
“Hey
yourself.”
Our
voices were a whisper. Anything above that would earn the entire pod a
reckoning. Nobody wanted that, especially today.
“You
ok?”
I
shrugged, not knowing how to reply.
“Quin!”
“I’m
ok.”
“Really?”
Now
it was my turn to sigh. “No. Not really.”
“Harper?”
I
nodded and rolled quickly on to my back, staring at the tarp above my head. The
pod was filled with muffled whispers now, and we were in danger of being overheard.
Grady, our Super, was the only one still sleeping, but she wouldn’t be for much
longer. We were better off not talking, not making any noise. I wondered as I
justified it to myself whether it was simply an excuse not to discuss the
subject any further. I had been awake for hours the previous night, dreading
today. Not for myself: for Harper. But talking about it wouldn’t make any
difference.
“Quin?”
This time the voice came from my other side and was softer, less insistent.
I
turned to see Harper staring at me. Her thin face was ghostly in the early
morning light, and I sighed as I took in her sunken cheeks and the listless
expression in her pale green eyes. Forcing a smile, I tried to sound confident.
“You
ready?”
“You
know I’m not. Barely scraped through last time.”
“But
we worked on it.”
“Not
enough Quin.”
Harper’s
eyes filled with tears but they did not fall. Fear lanced through my chest at
the defeat in her tone.
As
I turned away, I noticed that the whispering had stopped. Grady was awake and had
climbed out of her bunk to begin dressing. Eager not to anger our Super
unnecessarily, others followed suit. Today the rush to haul on overalls and
boots was not chaotic. Instead our actions were slow and measured. We had time,
and no-one was eager to embrace the day’s events. Despite this, within a few
minutes our group had gathered at the mouth of the pod and lined up. Her usual
grimace in place, Grady unzipped the tarp and a dim, grey light spilled through
the entrance. I shuddered as we marched outside in silent unison and headed
towards the canteen.
The
rain had stopped but the sky was iron grey above us. This was not unusual, but
the looming clouds seemed angrier today. As we passed the other Agric pods in
silence, different units emerged, our numbers growing steadily until the area
was filled with the sound of rhythmic marching that propelled each line, like
automatons, towards the hilltop path.
Glancing
left I could see down into the fields which stretched away before us into the
distance, empty for now. The dark, protective fencing round the Hydro Plant,
where The Beck got much of its power supply. Then the wall. Tall, strong,
protective, manned by Patrol guards as always. Beyond the wall were the
floodplains, their waters seemingly still from this distance, reflecting the
steely sky and encircling the entire Lower Beck. Sometimes the level of water
was barely visible. After a storm it increased and everyone got twitchy for a
while, until a spell of better weather beat it into temporary retreat. But the
huge body of water was always there, a silent threat that nobody in The Beck
could ignore.
Moving
beyond the Agric Compound, we skirted the edge of the LS pods, deserted at this
time of day, and then passed by the Dev Compound, where the staff would not yet
be awake. In the distance I caught a tantalising glimpse of the woods leading
to the Upper Beck, and in the distance I could just see the pass between the
hills that provided a fourth wall to our valley. Finally our line snaked sharply left towards
the Lower Beck canteen. Steam rose softly from the rear of the building and the
unmistakeable scent of baking bread filled the air. The Sustenance Crew would
also not avoid their duties today. We all had to eat.
Marching
a few steps ahead, I watched as Cassidy turned her head slightly towards me.
Usually she did this when she wanted to direct a whispered remark at me, or
snort with suppressed laughter at whatever she had found amusing. We had
perfected the art of communicating in near-silence after years of practice.
Only essential, work-related communication was permitted in The Beck. We had
learned fast that the easiest way to survive was to exist unnoticed, under the
radar. But today Cassidy’s speech seemed to die in her throat and she merely
glanced strangely at me before spinning back to face her destination again as
though she had thought better of it.
Our
lines came to a halt at the flagpole just in front of the canteen. Usually we
were eager for food and this was tangible, even in the silence. Now the lines
were filled with grim expressions and no one seemed eager to hustle in and eat.
A solitary voice, whichever Sustenance Super was on duty today, called out pod
numbers from a clipboard. One by one, the lines trudged inside the tent.
I
found myself willing the process to take longer to delay the inevitable, but
too soon our line was filing in behind the others and queuing for the daily
bowl of porridge and rough hunk of bread. Today’s portion was made with milk, a
rare treat. The usual watery substance which lurked in our bowls was replaced
by a creamy, filling warmth. It was only a pity that we couldn’t enjoy it.
Collecting
my allotted bowl, I walked to the pod’s usual table and slid on to the bench. A
moment later, a small, cold hand slid inside my own underneath the table. I
couldn’t believe how small the hand inside mine felt, how feeble. I turned
slightly to my right and managed a small smile for Harper, squeezing her hand
in return before turning my attention to the meal.
I
had little appetite, but the porridge was thick and creamy and I knew my body
needed the strength it would provide. Forcing down spoonful after spoonful, I
wished we could be afforded this kind of nourishment on a day when we could
actually enjoy it. But it was tradition, to provide us all with a filling meal
before the trials which awaited us.
The
room was eerily quiet for a building which housed so many people. All female at
the moment, the canteen contained row upon row of benches which housed a
never-ending stream of hungry workers. A large, barn-like structure with
whitewashed walls and stark, simple furniture, the canteen never stopped, and
every pod was carefully assigned two meal-time slots each day. The portions we
received were meagre and barely kept us going, so anyone missing a meal really
suffered. In our world, there were very few justifications for missing out on
food.
I
watched as table after table of girls ate, heads bowed, our silence more severe
than usual due to the tasks which awaited us. The table at the top of the room
was elevated slightly and contained the Supers. Their portions were slightly
larger than the rest, which was why Super positions were so sought after. Both
Cassidy and I would be considered for Super positions today, and Cass was
looking forward to the prospect of a slightly better diet, but I knew that
being promoted also came with its down sides. Being separated from friends I
had known from the moment I was assigned to the Agric Compound was one. The
extra responsibility was another. I wondered again if I had the stomach for it.
But what else was there?
I
glanced at Cassidy sitting beside me, consuming her breakfast with a grim
determination. She too was sneaking looks at the Supers between swallowing, as
if making vital mental notes about them. After a few minutes she stared
directly at me, her eyes burning fiercely.
“Three,”
she hissed.
“Three
what?”
“Places
up for grabs,” she raised an eyebrow, “I think three of them are going up.”
I
thought about it. Of the twenty Supers currently at the top table, Cassidy
believed that three of them would be promoted to positions in other fields
today, leaving their places free for others to take. There were at least
thirteen girls I knew of being considered for elevation. Competition was tough.
Cassidy was desperate to become Super. I wasn’t quite as enthusiastic. My main
reason for wanting promotion was Harper. If she could only get through today,
and if Cassidy or I could make Super, we might protect her. Without that, we
all knew she couldn’t go on for much longer.
A
tap on my thigh brought my attention back to my friend sitting on the bench
next to me. I realised I was being handed something else. Harper was
determinedly pressing something into my hand: the hunk of bread she had been
given by the Sustenance worker. I stared at her fiercely.
“Take
it back.”
Harper
shook her head.
“Take.
It. Back!” I hissed.
The
Super on duty was looking our way. I bowed my head rapidly, pushing the bread
towards Harper, who was now staring in the other direction. I noticed that her
porridge was barely touched.
“But
you need it,” I pleaded, “more than I do.”
“I
can’t.”
Finding
sudden tears in my eyes, I had to bite my lip to keep them from falling. Harper
was desperately skinny already, she had been for months now. She had struggled
to collect her share of crops in the fields and Cassidy and I had been helping
her out, collecting extra and slipping it her way when no one was watching. The
additional work had almost killed us, but we had agreed it was worth it for
Harper. It had also had the unexpected effect of strengthening us both,
building real muscles on our wiry frames, and was one of the reasons that we
were eligible for Super promotion today.
Harper,
on the other hand, had only grown steadily weaker. I suspected that she was
ill, but admitting that was far more dangerous than trying to hide her
weakness. There was no option of medical treatment for her. We could only help
her out where possible and hope time would help her to heal. Over and over
again, I had offered her a share of my rations, hoping that the extra food
would allow her to grow stronger, but more often than not she had refused to
take it. Even when she did accept a small amount of food, she struggled to eat
it. Whatever was the matter with her seemed to have killed off her appetite and
her spirit, and she struggled even to consume The Beck’s paltry rations.
Watching
Harper struggle to finish the tiny bowl of porridge, I remembered the way she
used to be. I had known Cassidy and Harper for a long time, but three years
ago, when we all passed out of Minors and were assigned to the same Agric pod,
our friendship had really taken root. The three of us had quickly become
inseparable. The Beck was a restrictive place: the work hard and the hours long
once you moved into a Compound at the age of fourteen, but between the
regulations and the hardships there was room for friendships to grow. The
relationships we developed with our pod sisters were what kept us all going.
Where
I was quite thoughtful and quiet, Cassidy was loud and boisterous, a character
trait she was mostly forced to stifle. Cass regularly made fun of me for being
uptight, which had led to several arguments between us in the past. But Harper
was loving and gentle and funny, the perfect connection between us and she
diffused our regular spats with an easy understanding of both our characters.
She
was also by far the most suited to the Agriculture Compound. Even in the very
early days she had shown herself to be extremely adept at planting, nurturing,
and gathering the crops so essential to the continuation of life in The Beck.
She was the one who understood exactly how to make things grow and thrive, and
she was looked upon as an unofficial Supervisor well before the age of sixteen
due to her capacity for understanding exactly what was required to ensure the
healthiest harvest.
Realising
that the rest of the table had finished eating, I thrust the bread at Cassidy
underneath the table. I knew she would accept it, where I couldn’t swallow my
friend’s quota of food without feeling a keen sense of betrayal. Moments later,
we rose and began filing out of the large room, the Sustenance staff already
sweeping in to clear the bowls from the tables and begin again with the next
sitting. Leaving the canteen, our line turned out of the exit doors and wound
its way back round the path which took us within sight of the entrance again.
Now, a similar sized group of young men from the LS pods was hungrily awaiting
their turn to eat, having already chalked up several hours of work with The
Beck livestock.
Usually
plenty of glances passed between the groups, even from this distance. The Lower
Beck’s male and female citizens were separated from a very early age, when they
were still Minors even, and most of the pod assignments at the age of fourteen
were single gender. Only in certain Compounds were male and female citizens
permitted to work together. That didn’t prevent curiosity though, in fact it
probably made us even more inquisitive about the other group. The Agric girls
always looked across at the boys, and were occasionally rewarded with a sly
wink from one of the more confident among the group.
Few
people were looking today though. The lines of girls marched forward
resolutely. We knew what was awaiting us and no one was looking forward to it.
Behind me, I heard Harper gasp as she tripped and I automatically shot out a
hand to catch her before she hit the floor. She stumbled for a few paces before
regaining her balance and I let go, knowing that Grady had not missed Harper’s
near fall. She was so clumsy these days. I was certain this fact was known by
all the Agric Supers.
Around
a year ago, I had begun to notice the gradual change in Harper. Cass wouldn’t
accept it at first, but I saw the early signs. She was quieter, less likely to
chat, found it more difficult to complete the long hours required of an Agric
worker. Where previously she had joined in the whispered chatter between us,
and the stolen glances at the boys as we passed them, now her head remained
permanently bowed and she didn’t so much as glance in their direction.
While
Cassidy and I had grown stronger, Harper had only seemed more sluggish and
depleted in energy by the day. Eventually we had to support her on her return
from the fields each night, and tried to switch our greenhouse allocations with
her as often as we possibly could, so she could work where it was warmer and
duties were light.
Today
was Assessment day. It happened every six months without fail, and its purpose
was to test the ongoing durability of The Beck workforce. We kept the place
running, and without all staff being in prime condition, The Beck risked a
complete breakdown. The series of tests we underwent each time included a
gruelling physical, a mental health test, and a written examination which
tested our knowledge of life and work in The Beck. All three were graded and
the results defined what happened to a citizen next.
Promotion
to a higher position within your own pod was possible, and carried with it some
benefits. Reassignment to an alternative Sector was also possible. Citizens
were sometimes moved between the different areas if the Supers felt we were
better suited to another role, or if we had gained the necessary experience and
knowledge to work at a higher level. In an environment where floods had
destroyed huge parts of the country and land was scarce, overpopulation was not
an option. Those failing the tests risked demotion to a lower level Sector, or
even assignment to Clearance. This was my biggest fear for Harper.
Clearance
was the place where citizens ended up when they had outlived their usefulness.
It was saved for the elderly, for people who were not able to maintain a useful
position in Beck society, for those who were seriously ill and unlikely to get
better.
Situated
across Black Hill on the far side of The Beck, none of the ordinary citizens
were ever permitted to visit Clearance. Only the Governor’s officials and Patrol
members on duty were allowed over there. Whatever went on, it all took place
over the other side of the hill, completely hidden from view. There was only
one thing I knew for certain about Clearance.
Flow is the first book in The Flow Series and tells the
story of sixteen-year-old Quin and her life living in The Beck a community of
people who are trying to survive after the world was destroyed by Mother
Nature. Life inside the Beck is very hard. Beck is divided into different
sections and everyone must work and live in their assigned sections.
The rules in Beck are very strict and sometimes very difficult
to follow. If anyone is caught breaking the rules then they are sent to the
Clearance. If for any reason someone cannot perform their duties then they are
sent to the Clearance.
No one knows what the Clearance is or what life is like
there as they have never met anyone who had returned from the Clearance. Once
someone is sent to live in the Clearance they are never heard from again.
Every six months each citizen is tested to see where they
place in society. The test will reveal what section in Beck that they will be
placed. If you fail the test then you will be sent away to live in the
Clearance as you have proved that you are not worthy to live in Beck anymore.
Quin has worked hard all her life trying her best to follow
all the rules and do a great a job so that when her time came to take the placement
test she would hopefully pass with flying colors so that she could obtain a
good position in Beck and not be sent to the Clearance.
Flow is a great introduction into what I hope and believe is
going to be a great series with some of the best world building I have seen.
Flow is written from Quin’s point of view and written in first person, which I
do love. With first person I feel as if I can get to know the character better
and I can feel more of what the character is feeling.
Flow is a very intense and scary book. I mean I can’t
imagine what it must have been like for Quin, Cassie or Harper living in a
place like that. All the rules they had to follow or the strictness of the
rules or the fear of being sent to a place you knew nothing about or knew
anyone who had been there before. This fear is starting to sound very familiar to
me. Whoa!
I can’t give Flow enough phrase as it is one awesome book
but I do love dystopian and post-apocalyptic worlds. I can’t seem to get enough
of books like this. I can’t wait to learn more about that big twist with that cliffhanger
that we were left with at the end of the book. Quin’s world is expanding and
her eyes are being opened as secret after secret about her world is revealed. I
can’t wait to see what or how Quin is going to react to this new information.
Flow took my attention on the first page and never lost it
as I was glued to my kindle for the remainder of the day as I couldn’t stop
reading. The tension, the secrets, the twists, the fear, the unknown kept me
lost in this amazingly wonderful dystopian world not to mention the characters
as they played a big role in keeping me hooked. The ending had me in tears I just
couldn’t believe what I was reading I caught myself just staring at my screen
thinking no, no, no.
I do highly recommend Flow to anyone who loves dystopian or post-apocalyptic
books.
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Break
The Flow Series Book 2
Broken.
It’s been three months since Quin transferred to Patrol and discovered the terrifying truth about the community she lives in. Citizens of The Beck are disposable and those in charge are capable of terrible cruelty. Vowing to protect those around her, Quin has joined the Resistance. But she knows she is risking everything.
Rebellion of any kind must be secretive and clever. Gathering enough people to fight seems like an impossible task. When those closest to her are directly threatened, Quin knows she has to act. But time is running out. Governance will stop at nothing to protect the world it has worked to build. In the end, Quin must decide how far she is prepared to go to rescue the ones she loves.
Break is the second in the Flow series, which follows Quin as she struggles to carve out a future in the harsh regime she was born into.
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Screams echoed upwards through the valley. I
struggled to keep my head above the water, feeling the heavy weight of the
harness pulling me under. Gasping for breath before I became completely
submerged, I fought to keep control of my limbs, to swim, to break through the
mirrored surface above me. It seemed smooth, like glass, though I knew that
from above, the water was always moving: rippling gently or whipping back and
forth, spray shooting out at angles, splashing over the shale on the narrow
beach.
There were others around me, but I couldn’t
feel their movements. I knew they were struggling just like me, striving to
reach the surface, no matter how weak their wasted limbs became. I remembered
being told during a climbing lesson once that legs are always stronger than
arms, and I kicked with all the force I could muster. The top of my head broke
the surface and for a second I could see above the water. The beach was lined
with Shadow Patrol officers, a line of them staring out to sea, vacant
expressions on their faces. I wondered for a second why they didn’t have their
faces covered.
Tilting my head skywards,
I gasped another desperate breath. The heavens were an inky blue, a few stars
visible here and there, tiny pinpricks of light which were further away than I
could possibly fathom. As my head sank into the depths again, I watched. They
blurred, the sharp daggers of light becoming indistinct as the sheer volume of
dim, shadowy water grew above my head. I was sinking. With no strength left to
fight it, I could do nothing but fall gently down into the depths of the bay.
Break picks up a few short weeks after Flow ended with Quin working
and living in the Patrol sector of the Beck and learning her way around. As a
Patrol citizen Quin is able to move around more throughout the Beck and visit
other sectors and see how the citizen in each sector live and work.
With her new duties in Patrol Quin is learning more about
how the Beck operates and how the Governance works and how they treat their
citizens if they don’t perform their duties or live up to the Governance’s strict
rules.
Quin joins the Resistance so that she can help more people
to live and survive in the Beck. With the help of some of her friends and the
Resistance Quin is making plans to help rescue the people of the Beck before it
is too late for them.
Trying to keep their rescue plans a secret from the
Governance proves to be more difficult than Quin anticipated. If the Governance
finds out what the Resistance is up too it could possibly put all their lives
in danger as the Governance will do whatever it takes to keep what they have
built in the Beck safe.
Break grabbed my attention from the first page and never let
go. This is one amazing series and so far I have loved every bit of it and can’t
wait for more but I do have to admit that I liked the first book Flow more.
The world building is just awesome and I love Clare
Littlemore’s writing style. Once I picked up Break I couldn’t lay it down until
I had read the last page. I can’t wait to dive into the next book Drift to
learn more about that ending.
I highly recommend Break to all science fiction, dystopian
and post-apocalyptic fans.
Drift
The Flow Series Book 3
She wanted freedom. But freedom comes at a price.
Quin believed that a life away from The Beck would make her happy. But when a cruel twist of fate forces her to leave sooner than planned, she struggles to come to terms with her new reality. Haunted by memories of the people she left behind, she finds herself wishing she was back in Patrol, with Cam by her side.
Cut off from The Beck, the escapees carve out a new existence on a small island. Tentative bonds are formed, but as disputes surface and rebellion is threatened, Quin quickly realises that their new home isn’t the sanctuary she had imagined. And when one of her fellow citizens is willing to go to desperate measures to save those he loves, he puts the entire community in danger.
As they hatch a daring plan to save themselves, Quin is faced with a terrible choice: protect her friends or follow her heart.
Drift is the third in the Flow series, which follows Quin as she battles to forge a new life in unfamiliar territory without the man she has come to depend on.
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It took me a while to get to sleep, and when
I woke it was still not morning. I could hear voices at the far end of the
dorm, whispers which conveyed a note of urgency. I stumbled out of bed and
walked over to them. Tyler was standing in the doorway of Green’s room. She
turned at my approach. I could see Green inside, hurling herself around the
room, collecting various items and throwing them into a backpack.
“Something wrong?” I whispered.
“Rogers just radioed. He’s on his way back,”
Tyler muttered.
Green paused in her quest for a moment and
turned to face me. “Cam’s ok, you’ll be glad to hear. He answered the radio
call. Said he thinks he can help us. We need to get to The Beck as soon as
possible. That means setting off as soon as Rogers gets back.”
I ignored the jolting of my heart at the
news, asking what I hoped was a practical question instead, “In the middle of
the night?”
“Yes.” She resumed her search, pulling things
out of drawers and shoving them into the bag. “Hughes got in contact. Offered
us the loan of one of their motorboats. It will get us to The Beck faster and
be less conspicuous than the Clearance boat.”
“What do they want in return?” I frowned,
trying to clear the sleep from my head. “More ammo?”
“Apparently not. Hughes just asked that he
and a couple of other Ridge citizens come along. Have the opportunity to look
around.”
I felt my heart lurch for a second time. “So,
they are interested in The Beck?”
“Guess so.”
“And Rogers agreed to this?” I couldn’t keep
the frustration from my voice.
“Well it makes sense.” Green sounded
defensive. “We get there much faster if we go with them. They came through on
the deal with Barnes, didn’t they?”
“Well, yes, but that’s hardly concrete proof they
can be trusted. What are the others going to say? I thought we made decisions
as a group?”
As we found out at the end of Break things didn’t go as Quin
had planned. Drift picks up right where Break left off with Quin and others
having escaped the Break and headed out to start a new life. Starting a new
life away from the Break is a lot tougher than they had anticipated.
Supplies are running low; food is running out with no way to
get more. Tempers are becoming short as there are a few who do not want to work
together with everyone or they just want things to go there way, forget about
what others want or need. Some believe they know more than others and are more
capable of making the right decisions or maybe they just like being in control.
Not having enough food may not be their top priority before
long as a virus is sweeping through the community making almost everyone sick.
It is soon evident that they are going to have to make a trip back to the Break
sooner than they wanted to obtain the medicine needed to stop the virus. Going
back could result in the lost of more lives if they are caught.
I really love this series, the Flow series; the world
building is just so awesome and amazing. I love all the characters and I feel
as if I am right there with them as they fight their battles and rooting for
them the whole way. If they are sad then I am sad. If they feel fear then I feel
it too, for them. I love Clare Littlemore’s writing style it makes the stories
so much more interesting.
I can’t seem to get enough of this world with Quin, Cam,
Cassie, Harper, Blythe, Perry, Mason, Rogers plus so many more. I really admire
all the characters for taking that big leap and going out and facing the
unknown. When they left the Break they didn’t know what they were going to come
across out there or what they would have to face but they decided to take that
chance.
I recommend Drift to anyone who likes a good apocalyptic
book or just a great story. If you are into dystopian type books then you are
going to Drift but I do suggest that you read the books in order starting with
Flow book #1 and then Break book #2 before reading Drift book #3.
Quell
The Flow Series Book 4
One battle. One chance to change the future.
Having survived the deadly virus that endangered her new community, Quin is devastated to learn that the same sickness threatens The Beck. With Adams and his Shadow Patrol in charge, Cam and her friends are in mortal danger.
The rebels know they’re not strong enough to take on The Beck’s government alone. The only way to succeed is to join forces with The Ridge. But their alliance is built on tenuous threads: one wrong move could destroy their hopes forever.
As Quin steels herself for the final battle, a shocking revelation leaves her wondering what she is willing to sacrifice in the name of freedom.
Quell is the fourth and final book in the Flow series, which follows Quin and her allies into the ultimate battle to save The Beck.
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“Drop it.” The command was brief, but indisputable.
Very slowly, I bent down and placed the gun
on the ground in front of me. Then, raising my hands in surrender, I stepped
away from it.
“We need to go.” The command was aimed at
Allen, who had not moved since Thomas began speaking. “Someone else could
arrive at any moment.”
Allen moved through the door, easing the
box out through the narrow space. As he passed, he shot me a look which seemed
to convey some kind of apology. I seethed quietly as he continued down the hall
in the opposite direction.
“What happens next?” I blurted out.
“What happens is Allen collects the other
box from the kitchen, then we leave,” he paused, as though gauging my reaction,
“taking your friend here with us.”
Quin has survived the deadly virus that swept through her
new community and has just learned that her beloved Cam has fallen ill with the
virus. Quin feels responsible for the virus having spread to the Beck and
making everyone sick as she knows that she is the one who carried it there.
Quin wants to rescue the citizens of Beck by taking out
Adams once and for all. The problem is they can’t face the Shadow Patrol all by
theirsleves and hope to win. If they are going to go up against the Beck they
will need all the help they can get. Luckily the people from The Ridge have agreed
to join forces with Quin and the resistance team from Beck.
Quell is the last book in the Flow series and I am so sad to
see the last of it as I love this world and the characters so much. Once I
picked up the first book I didn’t want to put either one of them down hardly
long enough to sleep I swept through each book just as quickly as that virus
must have swept through Quin’s world.
The world building and the writing style were both so
amazingly brilliant. Quell had me in tears so many times I can’t even count.
The tension and the suspense just kept building up and up until it reached that
ultimate climax and I went plummeting back down once again.
I rooted for Quin and the resistance as they stepped into
battle and the bullets started flying I was on the edge of my seat gripping the
arms shouting no, no, no or oh yeah go Quin. Oh I will have to say there were
some awfully sad times and I felt so bad for Quin and Cam.
I would so much love to see more of Quin, Cam, Cassie,
Mason, Blythe, Perry and Rico’s stories or maybe to see their world expand with
more info on how their new world is going to be or how hard or easy it is going
to be for the citizens of Beck. I know it can’t be easy to all of sudden just
to stop following rules that have been in place long before you were born. Or
maybe see more of how it all began of how the first settlers of Beck came to
be.
I highly recommend Quell and the whole Flows series to all
fans of dystopian, apocalyptic or post- apocalyptic fans. One click yourself a
copy of each book today to begin a wonderful journey into a new world.
Clare Littlemore is a young adult dystopian and sci-fi author who thrives on fictionally destroying the world in as many ways as she possibly can.
She was born in Durham, in the UK. Her parents were both teachers, and she grew up in a world surrounded by books. She has worked for most of her life as a teacher of English at various high schools in England, where she has shared her passion for books with hundreds of teenagers. In 2013 she began writing her own fiction, got totally hooked, and hasn’t stopped since.
Clare lives in Warrington in the North West of England with her husband and two children.
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1 comments:
Thank you so much for your very kind reviews of The Flow series. I really appreciate you reading and reviewing them and sincerely hope that your readers / followers enjoy the books as much as you have. :-)
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