A juvenile delinquent chases his dream to build the greatest aircraft in history–and the world tries to stop him. A rising political star runs from her childhood dream–and the world encourages her on. A self-loathing geneticist hides below the streets of Las Vegas–and rebels against the whole world. An artist tries to make his father proud–at the cost of everything he loves.
When all four lives collide, each must make a choice–and the world will never be the same.
Quote from inside:
“What kind of jet is this, Stock?”
“It’s the kind that’s illegal to fly anywhere on earth.”
“Is that why you like it?”
He looked at Nicolette, his mouth half open. Snapping his head forward, he punched the afterburner, shooting them like a streak of light over the Appalachian peaks.”Yes.”
Her fingertips slid along the canopy, the sun warming her blue fountain tattoo. Glancing between a line of high-voltage transmission towers on the ground and the jet’s nose, she counted under her breath. “Something close to seventeen hundred miles per hour, I think. Altitude…” she whispered, staring back and forth between the clouds and a radio tower on a hill, “a bit more than twenty thousand feet, or maybe just under.” She craned her neck, peering at the jet’s domineering haunches.
Quote from the back cover:
Alexa counted her shallow breaths. “Roble, what…what is it you need?”
He pulled his arrowhead out from his shirt and rubbed it. “I don’t need to hear how scary the world is and how I shouldn’t try anything. I don’t need to know how much suffering there is out there,” he pointed out the window, “or how bad I should feel about it. What I need…” he looked up, his grey eyes pleading, “…is to see someone who is still happy after growing up.”
Lowering his head, he added, “I need to see living, Ms. Patra, because I actually want to live.”