The Remnant Blog Tour, Guest Post and Giveaway! (ends 2/26/17)

February 3, 2017

 This Tour and Giveaway is being provided by …          

◊THE REMNANT

◊by William Michael Davidson

◊Release date: February 7, 2017

◊$15.95, 6×9 Trade paperback, 242 pages

◊Science Fiction (FIC028000) / Christian Futuristic Fiction (FIC0402020)

◊Print ISBN 978-1-939844-29-3

◊eBook ISBN 978-1-939844-30-9

◊Order through Ingram, Follett, or from the publisher

◊$4.99 eBook available in all formats

One nation, without God…

          Colton Pierce apprehends Abberants—those who display symptoms of faith—and quarantines them on a remote island to ensure public safety.  Years prior, the government released a genetically-engineered super flu that destroyed the genes believed to be the biological source of spiritual experience in an effort to rid the world of terrorism. As an extractor with the Center for Theological Control, Colton is dedicated to the cause.

          But Colton’s steadfast commitment is challenged when he learns his own son has been targeted for extraction. An underground militia, the Remnant, agrees to help Colton save his son in exchange for his assistance with their plan to free the Aberrants on the island.

          Colton is faced with the most important decision of his life. Remain faithful to the CTC? Or give up everything to save his son?

THE REMNANT is available to order in eBook form at the following sites:
Amazon | Barnes & Noble |Kobo | iTunes
The print format of the book is available at these sites:

Amazon  | Barnes & Noble  | Chapters-Indigo | Book Depository | Foyles | Mediander |Fiction DB

Be sure to add THE REMNANT to your bookshelf on Goodreads.

You can see the schedule HERE.

EXCERPT

1.1.7

Terrel Tyler, Director of Quarantine Management, looked a bit befuddled when Colton Pierce asked to do a walk-through with his assistant. He scrolled through something on his company tablet.

“Well,” Terrel said, “I’ve looked through the calendar and I just can’t seem to locate any—”

“Calendar?”

“Well, yes, the calendar.”

“Oh, calendar schmallender, this is informal. I’m just coming by to do a quick, informal check on things. Nothing more. Nothing less.”

“Informal, huh?”

Terrel was clearly the kind of guy who dotted his I’s and crossed his T’s and was having a painstaking internal conflict over this surprise visit. He glared down at whatever schedule was on his tablet, but Colton thought he was really trying to figure out how this inherent conflict in his daily schedule fit into his paradigm.

“Well, I suppose it’s okay,” Terrell said. “I don’t see anything that would prohibit you from doing a walk-through, and I—”

“Of course.”

“Of course, what?”

“Of course there wouldn’t be anything that would stop me or anyone else from doing a walk-through. I’d love to get a look at this division. I feel like I haven’t laid eyes on this place in years.”

“Well, be my guest,” Terrel said, and with absolute finality, looked up from his tablet and let go of the tethers binding him to the daily calendar. He punched a button on his desk, and the solid steel doors clicked, clicked again, and slowly slid open with a fatigued hiss. The cold, white corridor lined with doors lured Colton forward.

Terrel stepped aside, and Colton strutted down the corridor that housed the theologically ill who had been recently extracted. Kramer followed him. The hallway was sheer white with steel doors on both sides, each with a circular porthole-like window. A small, blipping keypad was adjacent to each cell. Colton looked in at the recently quarantined as he passed; he hadn’t followed up much on the inner workings of this division, but a recent memo he’d read seemed to indicate that most of these Aberrants would be shipped out on Friday. These were fresh captives who still had several days to go before they reached their final destination.

He looked in at the first few cells as he passed: An elderly lady who looked like a librarian sat on a bench in the corner of her cell and stared dismally at the wall; a morbidly obese man picked his nails and glared nervously at the floor; a finely manicured man, maybe in his late twenties, sat upright in the corner of his cell with overactive fingers that were probably used to clutching the handle of a briefcase. All were clad in yellow jumpsuits, quarantine garb, with a number written across the chests. When Colton passed Quarantine Prisoner 2122, Josh Mosley, the man he’d extracted Friday afternoon, he stopped. Josh stared stoically into the corner of his chamber, waiting for the inevitable: his one-way cruise to the Quarantine Zone. Unable to resist the opportunity, Colton stopped, pressed the communication button on the keypad, and talked to the man he’d personally extracted.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

William Michael Davidson lives in Long Beach, California with his wife and two daughters. A believer that “good living produces good writing,” Davidson writes early in the morning so he can get outside, exercise, spend time with people, and experience as much as possible.

A writer of speculative fiction, he enjoys stories that deal with humanity’s inherent need for redemption.

For more on Davidson and his writing, connect with him on Goodreads, Twitter, Facebook, and Amazon Author’s Page.

Tour-wide giveaway (US and INTL)

*This giveaway is for two (2) print copies that are available to those living in the U.S. only and one (1) eBook copy available international.

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