Monday, October 29, 2012

{My Indie Monday} H.S. Stone + Giveaway

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This weeks featured Indie Author is
H.S. Stone

THE AUTHOR

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Even before he could read, H.S. Stone wanted to write a book. Fascinated by the stories that seemed to leap from his kindergarten teacher's books, he went home and wrote his own book, with illustrations and bound by staples. Of course, since he didn't know how to read or write yet, the book was full of gibberish. Undaunted, H.S. eventually mastered the ABC's and continued to write throughout his grade school years, adolescence, and into adulthood. Thus far, he has published two novels and two short story collections. H.S. Stone lives with his family in the San Francisco Bay Area.

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THE BOOK

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The H5N1 virus was the deadliest disease in the history of mankind. Not only did it spread rapidly, reaching every corner of the globe, but it also resulted in an inconceivable 100% mortality rate among adults. Within a month, almost every human being became a victim of the virus.
All that remains of humanity is a handful of "immune" children. Except that they aren't truly immune. The virus lurks in their bodies, ready to strike when they reach maturity.
Kyle, Hannah, and Amy are three immune kids who find themselves thrust into a lonely world after losing the people they have known and loved. No longer able to rely on the company, wisdom, and experience of adults, they must survive in the harsh post-pandemic world with only a handful of other immune children. But the trio soon learn that dying from H5N1 isn't the only thing they have to worry about.

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EXCERPT

“It’s Friday night,” Pratima said, sitting on the sofa next to her husband. “Let’s go out for dinner or catch a movie, something to help you relax.”

    Sanjeev didn’t feel like going out, but he also knew that if they stayed at home, she would fuss about his condition all night. “All right, let’s go.”

    They decided on dinner at a Chinese restaurant in the Embarcadero Center, a brisk twenty minute walk from their condo.

    The brief time outdoors rejuvenated Sanjeev, and for a moment, he felt as healthy as a horse, but as they waited for a table in the restaurant, lethargy overtook him again. The smell of Chinese cooking, usually a pleasing aroma, made him nauseous. Sanjeev touched his forehead and found it surprisingly warm.

    Fortunately, a table opened up for them quickly. Once seated, Sanjeev felt better again, although not completely. He finished only half of his vegetarian stir fry. When Pratima asked about his lack of appetite, he blamed it on eating a snack after he landed, a lie that she didn’t question.

    After dinner, they walked to the movie theater, also situated in the multi-building complex of the Embarcadero Center. Sanjeev began to cough. It was a light cough that didn’t produce any phlegm, so he ignored it. He took a few deep breaths and felt marginally better.

    Of the four movies showing, only one appealed to both of them. Sanjeev settled into his reclining seat, and minutes into the movie, he fell asleep. He continued coughing sporadically, sometimes waking himself up. Once he caught Pratima eyeing him with apprehension. He patted her hand and smiled to reassure her that nothing was wrong. Her focus returned to the screen, and he drifted off to sleep again.

    When the movie ended, Sanjeev woke up refreshed from his nap. He continued coughing, but he barely noticed it. When his wife asked, he waved away her concerns, arguing that he didn’t feel sick.

    They strolled along a different path back to their condo which took them along the waterfront. The lights of the Bay Bridge on one side and the city on the other reminded Sanjeev how much he enjoyed living in San Francisco, and how different his homeland of India was, even with all of the progress the nation had made in the last few decades. He supposed it wasn’t a fair comparison. After all, even in the United States, few cities could match the City by the Bay.

    Pratima slipped a hand into his. He hesitated, fearing that he would pass along his disease to her. No, holding hands couldn’t hurt, he told himself. He gripped her hand more tightly but kept looking at the San Francisco skyline.

    It was past eleven when they got home. Even with the hours of sleep he received on the airplane, Sanjeev was tired again. He showered and got into bed. Pratima went into the bathroom to remove her makeup and wash her face. By the time she re-entered the bedroom, her husband was asleep.

    He coughed once but didn’t wake up. She suspected that he was getting sick. Sanjeev was a relatively healthy man, but the strain of traveling and working had undoubtedly taken its toll. Who knew what bug he might have picked up in Bangalore, or, just as likely, on the flight home? Airplanes were nothing more than flying Petri dishes, a friend had described to her, and Pratima agreed.

    She slipped into bed next to him. She wasn’t too worried about catching a disease from her husband. In their four years of marriage, one of them had gotten sick on several occasions, but only once did the other also suffer the same ailment as a result. As long as she got plenty of rest and took her vitamins, Pratima was optimistic that she would avoid falling ill. With the weekend coming up, there was even a good chance that Sanjeev would get over his illness in time to go to work on Monday.

    She kissed her husband on the forehead and rolled over to face her side of the room. Pratima fell asleep believing that everything would be all right.

    There was no way for her to know that Sanjeev would be dead in two weeks. Additionally, she, along with everyone in Sanjeev’s office, and most of the people at the restaurant and movie theater would die in less than a month.


THE GIVEAWAY

Winner will pick their prize, an eBook written by HS Stone. You can have either IN THE HANDS OF CHILDREN, which is mentioned above or GEORGE AND THE GALTIC GAMES click book cover for more info.

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