“THE EARTH DWELLERS” BY DAVID ESTES BOOK BLAST!

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Expiration Date: September 15, 2013

The Earth Dwellers will cap off an eighteen month journey that has taken me from unknown Indie author to still-mostly-unknown fulltime Indie author. The change is a subtle one for most people, but for me it’s a dream come true. To the hundreds (and now maybe even thousands!) of readers who have come along for the ride with me, either by reading the Dwellers Saga, the Country Saga, or both, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

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David Estes was born in El Paso, Texas but moved to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania when he was very young. He grew up in Pittsburgh and then went to Penn State for college. Eventually he moved to Sydney, Australia where he met his wife and soul mate, Adele, who he’s now been happily married to for more than two years.

A reader all his life, David began writing novels for the children’s and YA markets in 2010, and has completed 13 novels, 11 of which have been published.  In June of 2012, David became a fulltime writer and is now travelling the world with his wife while he writes books, and she writes and takes photographs.

David gleans inspiration from all sorts of crazy places, like watching random people do entertaining things, dreams (which he jots copious notes about immediately after waking up), and even from thin air sometimes! Recently he’s been inspired by some of his favorite authors, like Suzanne Collins, Veronica Roth, and Maggie Stiefvater.

David’s a writer with OCD, a love of dancing and singing (but only when no one is looking or listening), a mad-skilled ping-pong player, an obsessive Goodreads group member, and prefers writing at the swimming pool to writing at a table.  He loves responding to e-mails, Facebook messages, Tweets, blog comments, and Goodreads comments from his readers, all of whom he considers to be his friends.

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An excerpt from The Earth Dwellers by David Estes, from the point of view of Dazz, from Ice Country:
Growls in the distance.
No.
Coming fast.
No.
Getting louder.
No.
And then they’re there, a dozen vehicles, standing on a hill, looking down at us like desert gods. Someone screams, “Oh, Heart, no!” and then a lot of people are screaming and shouting and running.
No. Please, no. Not my family. Not our people. Not this.
“Run!” I shout to those in the cart. My mother scrambles down, helps Jolie, then Buff’s injured father. The kids spill out, tripping all over themselves, fleeing in front of everyone, joining the stampede. Jolie looks back at me. C’mon!her face says.
“Go!” I yell. “Go with Mother!”
“Not without you,” she cries.
“Now!” I say, turning back the other way, blinking her scared face out of my head.
Abe and his people are aiming fire sticks at the top of the hill.
CRACK! The first report of a weapon, probably Abe’s, the one who seems the most confident with them. Our enemies dive for cover and three more shots hammer away.
Buff and I run to Abe and he tosses us each a weapon from a pile. I catch it awkwardly, gaping at the hot metal. I fight with my fists, not with knives or swords or clubs…certainly not with fire sticks. But what choice do I have? I can’t fight fire with punches and kicks. I have to try.
I don’t even know how to hold it, but I watch what he does. “Point and press this thing,” he says, showing me a little lever. I mimic his motions, try to hold it like him, wondering how he figured this out all on his own.
Half a dozen shots slam into my eardrums, raining down from the hill. A guy directly to my left slumps over, blood pouring from a hole in his forehead. Down the line from Abe, another man falls.
Then the fire chariots growl and come roaring down the hill.
“Ruuuun!” Abe bellows, taking off in the other direction. We do, pumping our legs as fast as we can, and at some point I realize we’re all trying not to be the slowest one, because the slowest one will get caught first, killed first. And I glance back, and the slowest one is…it’s Buff.
The vehicles are gaining on us. A shot rings out and I hear the whine as something screams past my head. A miss. No. Fifty feet beyond us a little girl falls, her hand slipping away from where it was clutching her father’s as they fled. He looks back, his face a sheet of white terror and then he stops, falls to his knees, slumps over her. Curly Mustache Man.
None of his slanted words can save her now.
I look back again. Buff passes someone, one of the reps from the Black District. CRACK! The guy stumbles, falls, dies.
Why are they doing this? Is it because we broke the alliance, killed their soldiers, shot at them? Doesn’t make sense. Why would they send so many soldiers to meet us when we already had an armed escort? Was this always the plan? To slaughter us as we crossed the desert wasteland? I suspect the answer is yes. Abe knew it and he tried to do something to change our fates, but it was too little, too late.
We can’t escape. We have no choice but to stand and fight. Try to give the rest of them a chance. Our families. My family.
“Abe!” I yell. He’s ahead of me and looks back. “We have to fight!”
He nods and stops. “Turn and fire!” he yells.
We do. We turn and fire.