Rebel Path (A Sci-fi Thriller)
Sword Nation 2-A
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Narrated by:
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Virtual Voice
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By:
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A.J. Ross
This title uses virtual voice narration
About this listen
REBEL PATH is the FIRST HALF of Book 2 in the SWORD NATION SAGA
Earth is a desolate wasteland, forcing thousands of inhabitants to relocate. Upon arrival to planet Kayora in the nearby Diamant galaxy, humans are enslaved by the cunning Prime Minister, Rahilius.
Twenty years later… One city above ground. Another below. South city resident Erwin Alexander, rallies support for his revolution against the Kayorian Empire. When the prime minister goes off planet, Erwin sees an opening to conquer the North. He goes into a battle of wits with the government's bid men, and struggles to balance the teetering loyalty of his own docile and inexperienced soldiers.
As he bravely confronts the trials ahead, he comes to realize the biggest challenges may be the ones he's left behind...
He grapples with the trauma of a childhood spent in an Education camp designed to indoctrinate the children and strip them of their identities. Young Erwin and his friends, Kurt, Pyotr, and Herman, spend their days plotting escape. When Erwin finds the lifeless body of one of his friends in a field, his life is set on a path of obsession, secrets, and revenge.
That path brings him face-to-face with his arch nemesis Rahilius, where he must make the ultimate decision: Abandon his resolve to slay the monster, or embrace his own darkness and become an even greater one?
Rebel Path Excerpt
They watched the whimpering and agitated shadow of a man trudging aimlessly through the black post-midnight streets of the North. He actively avoided the yellowish light of lamp posts threatening to announce the depths of his despair. The groaning and mumbling of inaudibles, apparent by the broken puffs of condensation when his warm breath collided with the frigid night air. His own hands attacked his body in jerking motions in the form of swats, scratches, and hugs.
He kept going, fighting the collapse of legs weakened by the intense tingling that shot up from his toes to his hips and back down again. Rounding a corner he saw a house. A house like every other in the North. Painted in pure white that shone like a beacon even in the darkness. The pitiful, desperate, whimpering man was silenced.