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Thursday, March 15, 2018

Blog Tour: Excerpt + Giveaway- The Patriots by Will Kane Thompson


Patriots: Book One

Genre: YA/NA
Release Date: October 18th 2017


Summary:

Whether they admit it or not, or even realize it, their whole lives have been altered by the events of September 11th, 2001, when they were just kids.

They came to this paradise of a college campus to find freedom, themselves, their future, sex, love, fun, God, intellectual discovery, their creative core … but instead find their world being torn apart again by political divisiveness, extremism, rage.

And now one of them will turn back to the terror of their youth in the hope of finding answers.

The rest will be victims.



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Excerpt: 

“Tristan and Kyle opened the door they weren’t supposed to with its signs about ‘ALARM WILL SOUND’ and ‘EMERGENCY ONLY,’ only they always opened it and alarms never sounded, as they stepped out onto the roof of their dorm and walked across the silver, rubber-like tar, holding hands even, to their spot. Even then they knew it, even the first time they came up here together, even Tristan when he came up here by himself in the years before meeting Kyle, or with another boy, they knew somewhere in the recesses of their minds, in places they didn’t like their thoughts to go—to the future and away from this place, to old age and looking back on youth—they knew that this view over campus was where their minds would go in nostalgia to a time when life seemed ‘perfect,’ when the world of opportunity lay before them, but when right here, right now, rightfully deserved the complete domination and absorption of their thoughts because it was, relative to so much else, truly perfect.”
Tristan thinking about what leads someone to commit an act of terror, whether a young person who becomes a suicide bomber in Israel or shoots up a school in America:
“At the heart of it, it was all very simple, actually. It was pain. Unforgivable pain.Pain and hating the people who caused it. Or who you thought caused it. Or who you were made to believe caused it. A crying child who hits his parent, and the good parent says, ‘No, no, don’t hit. Use your words.’ But words are harder to come by than fists. They take a maturity we are, as a society, as a planet of societies, mostly, still so far from attaining. And so, the argument goes, our aggressors will not understand and respect our words, they only understand and respect our fists. So fists and swords and bullets and bombs are what we must use ... to end our pain.”

“It was hot in the bed when Ryan woke up, Tracy’s right leg still bent around his left. She loved that, sleeping with their legs all intertwined, she facedown, her arm over his chest. He hated it. So many times he’d wake up with an arm in that strange combination of being both numb and sore and trying to pull it out like dead weight from under her shoulders or ribcage. Other girlfriends had liked to cuddle in the beginning, but then retreat to their separate sides. Ryan got that, he missed that, but not Tracy, all night with the touching, the dead-weight arms, the sweaty spots he felt right now in the places their legs still touched. But lying there, hot and uncomfortable, he had to admit it wasn’t the physical stuff at all. Mom had been right. She didn’t like Tracy from the beginning. He should have listened to her. Ryan knew he’d have to be the one to end it. For reasons he didn’t understand, she seemed perfectly content. He should do it soon and get it over with, he thought. Why drag it all out?”

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