Sixteen-year old Paxton Mills freaking hates living in space. The station is freezing cold, her berth is barely bigger than a port-a-potty and her fear of heights doesn’t lend itself to a comfortable intergalactic experience. She’s one of several hundred teenagers saved from the fires that ravaged Earth. Handpicked for their ability to acclimate to celestial living, they were taken to ensure humanity’s survival. However, Paxton isn’t grateful to her rescuers for whisking her into space and educating her in hydroponics and uniform maintenance. Why should she give a damn about hanging squash or pride herself on having a wrinkle-free jumper, when she's haunted by memories of her loved ones being left behind to burn to death?
But her days of sulking end when she realizes her teachers aren’t humans, but aliens called the Nephilim. Knowing she needs proof, Paxton breaks into the forbidden Red Block and finds curled and crusty teens barely clinging to life. That's when she discovers she and the other kids were never taken to ensure humanity’s survival. They were taken to ensure the survival of the Nephilim.
Unwilling to end up resembling an oversized fetus, Paxton rallies her friends so together they can find an escape. As they unravel the mystery of the station and their captors, Paxton’s boyfriend is murdered. If Paxton wants to save her friends from this same fate, she must trust an annoyingly perfect hybrid named Kendal and accept that good and evil don’t always run skin deep.
First 150 Words:
Dammit! I blinked my eyes trying to shake the image of shadow and flame consuming Earth from my thoughts. I was fourteen when it happened. Two years later, those last images to pierce the portal of the carrier ship still haunted me. Lying on my stomach, ankles crossed, I flipped the forgotten novel onto its belly and pressed my eyelids with my fingertips. I waited until muted colors appeared chasing away the vision. Satisfied I’d emptied my mind, I turned the book back over and re-read the page.
“Paxton, what are you doing?”
I didn’t have to look up to know Mo had entered my compartment. Although his voice had deepened in the two years I’d known him, only he still called me by the unusual girl name my mother chose. It didn’t surprise me that he showed up. Mo had been my best friend since we boarded, and I knew he’d only excuse my absence for a few days before coming for me.