Excerpt:
“Do
you ever think we’re being watched?” Janis asked.
She lifted her head from her soccer ball and squinted past her
toes, still slick with sunblock, to where the beach crowd thinned near the
crash and rumble of the ocean. For the first time, she and Margaret had the
beach blanket to themselves, and she knew it wouldn’t last. Beyond her feet and
off to the right, her sister’s three friends squealed and pranced from the
water’s edge, breasts bobbing inside new bikinis. The bright pastel colors made
them hard to miss. They would probably be running back this way any minute.
“Well, we are at the
beach,” Margaret said.
Janis turned onto her elbow. In contrast to her airhead
friends, her older sister lay in quiet repose, brunette hair tucked into a neat
bun that cushioned her head and opened her lithe neck to the sun. Black
Wayfarers hid her eyes. When the breeze stirred, the strings of her apple-red
bikini fluttered against her hip.
“Not here, I mean,” Janis said. “In the neighborhood. At home.
I keep having this feeling that we’re—”
“Being watched? Like the song?”
Janis groaned. She had walked right into that one. “Somebody’s
Watching Me” had played on the boom box a half hour before, the deejay at I-100
FM using a creepy ghoul’s voice when he recapped the song and artist. And it was a creepy song. The video was even
creepier. But no, that’s not what Janis was talking about.
“Not funny,” she said.
In the fall of 1984, Cold War tensions between Washington and Moscow are close to breaking.
But in sleepy Gainesville, Florida, fourteen-year-old Janis Graystone is mainly worried about starting high school, earning a spot on the varsity soccer team, and keeping her older sister from running her life. And then there are her nighttime experiences. Experiences where she awakens in her backyard—out of her body—with the disturbing sense that someone is watching her.
For Scott Spruel, the start of high school means the chance to start over. And he’s willing to ditch everything—computer hacking, Dungeons & Dragons marathons, even his comic book collection (well, except for his X-Men)—if it means getting closer to Janis, the secret love of his life. But will Scott’s past be so easy to shed. And what about the eerie delay on his telephone, a delay he senses through powers he is only beginning to understand?
Welcome to the gripping new series, XGeneration: part The X-Files, part Freaks and Geeks, and totally '80s.
Rated 16+ for language.
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Brad Magnarella grew up in North Central Florida. As a boy he discovered Marvel Comics, text-based gaming, Bruce Springsteen, and Stephen King, roughly in that order. The prize, however, was a creek that wound through his neighborhood, providing him and his friends a wooded sanctuary in which to lose themselves, while discovering natural Florida.
A graduate of the University of Florida and American University, Brad has long aspired to write the kind of fiction that colored his childhood. His books include The Prisoner and the Sun trilogy and the first in his new young adult series, XGeneration.
Brad lives in Washington, D.C. When he's not writing, he's somewhat hard to find.
His latest book is XGeneration 1: You Don’t Know Me.
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