Just one test stands between Vanessa and Central. One chance to make the leap across the walls to a better life. One test to decide her fate. As Vanessa’s seventeenth birthday closes-in, the leap-test ebbs closer, like fog rolling at morning’s dawn. At seventeen, Central considers Vanessa an adult. Her labor role, marriage, and housing divisions will be dictated by her performance on the leap.
Dedication and unfaltering friendship has bonded Vanessa to Garrett as they fight for their chance to leap into Central. But what happens when love overtakes reason? When defiance in the name of love creates an unintentional fracture in their nation.
Without warning Vanessa finds herself at the mercy of the nation that’s supposed to protect her. Exiled and abandoned she must fight, but she find’s she’s not alone. With her heart divided she seeks her revenge, but will her stand be enough?
Amanda Thome is the Author of Ruination, book one in the Worlds Apart dystopian trilogy. Amanda grew up in Maine and later moved to Pennsylvania where she obtained her bachelor’s degree from Ursinus College. She later received her doctorate degree in Physical Therapy from Columbia University. Amanda currently resides in San Antonio, TX with her husband Clint.
In this excerpt we follow Ty as he makes his way toward saving the one person he's sacrificed everything for, Nessa. Heavy rains have fallen for weeks straight leaving the rivers treacherous to cross as rapids break over jagged rocks. He has no choice but to try to cross the raging waters even if he dies trying.
Worlds Apart Ruination
Without thinking my knees bend and I leap forward. On this jump there’s no slowing of time, no processing or adjusting, it’s all too fast. Water drives into the back of my throat and I’m gasping for air before I realize my foot missed its mark. I bob up and down like a broken branch barreling downstream. The rapids pull me under and I snap and crack like a branch would as I’m tossed into hardened rocks. Again and again I crack and with each hit water tries to fill my throat. It’s a watery fist that slams straight down to the pit of my gut, it tries filling me, sinking me if it can.