Genre: YA Science Fiction
Word Count: 75,000
After placing her future in the hands of the WTPC, Clair Donahue doesn’t have genetics to fall back on any longer. She could have just become a car mechanic like her mother. Instead, Clair took the chance of requesting a career all her own. And found herself declared as the first female Harvester.
Flanked by her deadly smart boyfriend, Evan, and her ever-present best friend, Matt, Clair has two weeks to choose between facing her future head on, and leaving everything she has ever known behind her. If only Evan could accept either choice and stop putting his future on the line to salvage hers. Staying means being internally assaulted by the Phenomenon; running means sacrificing what is left of her family and her freedom.
Detail after horrifying detail, Clair unlocks the secrets behind the World Technological Pharmaceutical Corporation’s accidental creation. The Phenomenon are deadly; silent and invisible to the untrained eye. They’re a fortified soul, capable of entering the body and erasing the person inside.
And now it is Clair job to collect them.
To you who are next:
If you are reading this, you have my deepest sympathies. I would never ask another human being to endure what has been thrust upon me. There are true horrors that you will encounter in this next chapter of your life that
defy explanation. If by some miracle you have earned the chance to change your mind, I urge you to take it. Take your freedom while it’s still yours to hold.
I am not a hero. Nor am I a role model.
I am just a girl.
I was just a girl.
Now, I am a Harvester.
The voice of the news anchor droned on in the living room as we waited. Superior hearing aside, I couldn’t make out his words over the pounding of my heart. Each minute felt like its own hour as I stared at the inoffensive white envelope resting against my untouched water glass.
“Clair,” Evan said softy, reaching for my hand under the table. “You can’t put this off any longer.” He squeezed my fingers as his brother tossed my occupational declaration in front of us.
I felt ambushed, and it was all I could do to resist the urge to scoot my chair back a few feet. Instead, I shot a panicked look across the stuffy little kitchen. Matt peered at me over his habitually worn sunglasses, his dark eyes alive and penetrating. “That’s right, silly girl,” he said, his rumbling baritone filling the room. “It’s not like this is the deciding factor for the rest of your life or anything.”