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I just fell in love with the cover art for Carrier and had to be a part of this tour.

I’m a huge fan of dystopian stories and this sounds like an exciting series.

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Carrier by Anne Tibbets
(The Line #1)
Published by: Carina Press
Publication date: June 16th 2014
Genres: Dystopia, New Adult

Synopsis

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Book Video

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Excerpt

When I awoke the next morning, the women of the boarding house were arguing again. It took me a moment to realize what was happening. And it wasn’t what I expected.

The little girl from before was curled into a ball on her bed, sobbing. The blonde lady from the fight was standing over her, barking.

“It’s not like I want to do this, kid. Really! But I can’t find a job, and you’re all set with the shop thing, so I’m gonna take off for a while. I’ll be back once I have a job. I promise.”

The girl wailed in agony.

“I’m sorry, okay?”

The pony-tailed lady and the other women in the room shot looks of contempt at the blonde one. She didn’t notice. She was too busy abandoning the kid.

“Fine. Well, if you’re just gonna sit there and act like a baby, I’m takin’ off.” The blonde turned to leave.

The little girl bolted upright and clung to the woman’s waist. “Mommy, please don’t go! Stay. Please!”

Mommy? That lady was the kid’s mother? I sat up in bed and felt something I hadn’t felt in years. I couldn’t quite place it.

“Please, Mommy. Don’t leave me!”

My eyes went hot.

My fingers touched them.

They were wet.

I hadn’t cried in years, not since my first week on the Line. I hadn’t allowed myself after that, for fear I couldn’t stop.

I rolled the warm tears through my fingertips. They felt alien.

“I’m sorry. Really, I am,” the blonde woman spat, prying her kid off. She didn’t seem upset at all, more like annoyed. “But I gotta go.”

“Mommy, please. Don’t leave me!”

Without another word, the blonde skittered out the door. The child crumpled into a heap of agony.

Giving each other uncertain looks, none of the other women moved.

Before I could stop myself, I was out of my cot and had my arms wrapped around her.

“I want my mommy!” she bellowed, choking on her words and nearly hyperventilating. She buried her face into my chest. “I want my mommy. Mommy! Come back!”

I knew this feeling. I’d said those words.

I had screamed for hours for my mother. Vira, the woman from the restaurant, had taken me from my family and after I’d “misbehaved,” she’d locked me in a closet for three days before opening it to give me some stale bread and a glass of water. By then, starved and thirsty, I would have eaten anything.

In those days, I’d sobbed for Mama just like this.

The memory was suddenly so vivid. I was reliving it right along with the little girl in my arms.

She felt so heavy.

I held her until she passed out, both of us full of remembering and feeling. The weight was unbearable. Her sobs echoed in my ears like thunder claps.

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