Mark of the Beast (Triple Six #1)
Six cities gone and from the ashes, a new world order rises.
The governments of Rheta declare that safety and stability can only be restored through a mandatory barcode tattoo for every citizen. It's a new ID, a new passport, a new way of life.
For Lydia and her friends, it's something far more sinister.
Now, in a world where obedience is enforced by military rule and dissent is a death sentence, Lydia and her friends must fight back. Their mission is a desperate one: destroy the central data facility and tear down the system from within.
As they race against time, they uncover a chilling truth that suggests this new world order is only the beginning of a much older, darker war.
Mark of the Beast by Stephen Simpson is a pulse-pounding, high-stakes YA dystopian horror about courage, freedom, and the ultimate battle for humanity's soul.
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Book Details
Series : Triple Six, Book 1
Imprint : Fiction for the Soul Books
eBook ISBN : 9798201786267
Paperback ISBN : 9798230951667
First Published Date : 1 April 2022
Language : English
Pages : 240
Words : 39,718
Reading Age : 15 years and older
Format : ePub & PDF (you own the files)
Read on : Kindle, Apple, Android devices, Google Play Books, Nook, Kobo eReaders, Computers.
Delivery Time and Method : Downloads will be emailed immediately upon purchase.
Keywords : Teen & Young Adult Fiction Book, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Apocalyptic, Post-Apocalyptic, Mysteries & Thrillers, Fantasy & Supernatural, Dystopian, Dark Fantasy
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Lydia opened her bleary eyes. Something felt different this morning. She did not know what or why she felt this way. Something in her gut told her that today was different than it was yesterday. She had a feeling of trepidation on the pit of her stomach that something awful was about to happen.
As always, she kicked the duvet off her feet first, letting her toes test the temperature before she dared uncover her body fully. It was Christmas Day, which meant her mother had set the central heating to be on all day long since the crack of dawn. Her toes attested this to be true, and confirmed it was okay to discard her warm cocoon and to emerge into the world. It was warm enough.
As she got out of bed and walked across her room to her bathroom, she could hear her dad curse loudly from somewhere in the house. Well, it was not really a curse in the way everyday people would recognise curse words. The worst words to ever leave Bill's mouth was ‘forcripeshake'. Sometimes, Lydia considered that it sounded remarkably close to the actual cuss word and if that was really the case, who was her dad fooling... Himself or Christ. Lydia was sure Christ, being all-knowing, could not so easily be fooled.
This morning her dad was griping about the TV service. “If it's not one thing, it's another with this TV. All I want to do is watch the news with my morning coffee. Is that just asking for too much? Always quick to take my money, always slow on delivering service...”
Lydia decided to avoid the lounge for the time being. She was still waking up and did not want to be dragged into her dad's complaint of the day. Her dad listened to audio books on having a positive mindset, all day, every day, but he was probably the most negative person she had ever come across in all of her seventeen years.
Her mum, Cynthia, chimed in, “Bill. Switch it off at the plug and wait five minutes. I'm sure it will reset the router.”
Bill pulled the TV cabinet away from the wall. “At least once a month, Cynthia. Once a month I must pull this heavy box away from the wall and unplug everything. We live in the twenty first century, or did I wake up in an alternate universe this morning.”
Cynthia replied in her soft-spoken voice, “I know Bill, but there’s nothing else to be done. It's the world we live in now. It's not the good old days anymore and the quicker we realise this, the better for our mental health. If we’re going to keep banging our heads against the non-customer services of today compared to the customer service when people used to care, we'll get nowhere fast. All we'll have for our efforts will be a sore head.”
Under his breath, Bill counted from one to five.
Cynthia told him, “Too fast. Five minutes, Bill. Not five milli seconds.”
He sighed and checked the time on the clock on the wall opposite the TV. It was 08:55.