Isn't the cover gorgeous? This story is chock full of adventure and available now, just in time for the holidays. If you don't know Catherine Stine, hop over to her blog and congratulate her on her book's birthday. She's super sweet and talented.
But first, check out this blurb on FireSeed One:
Fireseed One, a YA thriller, is set in a near-future world with soaring heat, toxic waters, tricked-out amphibious vehicles, ice-themed dance clubs and fish that grow up on vines. Varik Teitur inherits a vast sea farm after the mysterious death of his marine biologist father. When Marisa Baron, a beautiful and shrewd terrorist, who knows way too much about Varik's father's work, tries to steal seed disks from the world's food bank, Varik is forced to put his dreams of becoming a doctor on hold and venture with her, into a hot zone teeming with treacherous nomads and a cult who worships his dead father, in order to search for a magical hybrid plant that may not even exist. *With nine illustrations by the author.
Catherine's artwork is excellent. I think it's so cool when authors do their own illustrations. Do Catherine a favor and LIKE her Facebook page here. Just a quick click will take you there!
And check her out on GoodReads here.
Of course, to purchase this book, you can do so on Amazon, and right now eBooks are on special price at $1.50 ... all you have to do is email Catherine directly at email@example.com
For those who prefer iBooks for your iPads, iPhones, etc..... you can purchase a copy here.
I'm going to leave you with a brief excerpt from FireSeed One so you can get a good taste of all this book has to offer. But before I do, don't forget to hop over to Catherine's blog for her launch party loaded with fun and giveaways! She'll be there all day and the link is at the very top of this post.
From FireSeed One:
We anchor at SnowAngel Island, trek toward the center of town, and pile into L’Ongitude. It used to be a whale-blubber processing plant. Now it’s a club full of striking, well-heeled young people gyrating to Nu-Arctic beats. We flash the fake IDs that Audun lent us. Good light show. Snowflake and icicle shapes in silvery colors whirl across the walls and across peoples’ bodies. Swallowing a lump of envy, I glance at the couples, lucky enough to already be in college, who will soon be unfolding the fronds of their dream careers.
As I watch them, I suddenly get this awful vision of the world, in, say, three or four years. A world where we never found those agar seed disks and the food bank has dried up. It’s a world where these healthy, lively party-hounds are haggard and hungry, and no longer dancing. Where they’re on their bony hands and knees in their backyards, scratching for mushrooms and sinewy worms. I grab anxiously at a pile of pink-and-yellow agar-pastries that a L’Ongitude waitress is carrying, and stuff one in.
Shaking off the vision as I chew, I glance over at Marisa. She’s arching her brows at a girl’s skimpy garb. The girl ignores Marisa but her dance partner gives Marisa an appreciative once-over. Even though Marisa’s hair is hastily pinned up with strands that blew out from the wind, she stands out in this crowd because of her unusual Land-style suit—its long pants hugging her legs. Most girls on SnowAngel dress in short frocks with hike shorts.
Little does this guy ogling Marisa know that I hold her captive with an invisible fish-tracker; that without it, she’d escape in a hot minute. The irony of it makes me cringe. I don’t need to fish with virtual line to snag a girl, and she’s certainly not my girlfriend. Marisa’s keeping step with me, and after that first bold stare at the dancers, she bows her head when someone looks her way. Anxiety is practically sweating off her. Why does she hate crowds so much? Is she in hiding? If so, why?
Thanks so much for stopping by! Congrats to Catherine! And I won't be around for a few days while I snuggle up with the fam for the holidays, but I'm wishing all of you a very merry Christmas or whatever else you may celebrate! See you back here as we round at 2011 together. Tell me, what book would you most like to receive right now?
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