Hello everyone! Today, I’m part of a blog tour for the upcoming book, The Moon Dwellers by David Estes. I am thrilled to be part of this, I also must say that I CANNOT WAIT to read this book! I like the writing style of Mr. Estes, as I’ve read Angel Evolution, the first book of his Evolution trilogy. But today, is all about one of the characters from the new book, as he will be taking over my blog for a guest post 🙂 Let’s just say, it’s awesome! So here we go, meet Adele Rose! WELCOME!! 🙂
A Prelude to The Moon Dwellers
A passage taken from the diary of Adele Rose, a moon dweller, in the year 492 P.M. (Post-Meteor), seven years before The Moon Dwellers was written.
It’s my tenth birthday today, but it’s just like any other day. My dad wakes me up at six in the morning for training. It’s still dark in the caverns, although even at midday, the thin, pale lighting from the overhead cavern lights is dim at best. We train on the tiny stone patio behind our shoebox house. My mom is already up and getting breakfast ready, but she doesn’t say anything as I pass her. She does glance at me, however, and I can tell from the slight curl on one side of her lip that she knows it’s my birthday and wants to surprise me. I pretend not to notice.
My dad is already outside, stretching his arms and legs. I follow his lead, because if I don’t, I’ll be sore tomorrow. As I stretch my arms above my head, I see the glittering flutter of wings as a bat slides noiselessly above us. The rough, gray cave ceiling is slowly coming into focus as the cavern lights begin to brighten right on schedule.
We start with hand-to-hand combat—my favorite—and, according to my dad, the most important part of training, because “You can always count on your own hands and feet,” as he likes to say. I’m feeling energetic, which I try to use to my advantage, striking quickly with sharp stabs of my feet. But my dad is always up to the task, faster than me, blocking each attack with ease. Even when I start doing ninja moves, as I like to call them (of my own invention, of course), my dad just swats away my roundhouse kicks and judo chops like pesky gnats. He’s says my invented moves are creative and effective, although they never seem to work on him.
It gets frustrating sometimes, not being able to beat him, especially considering how hard I work. He says he pushes me harder than Elsey because I’m the older sister, and I can protect myself and her. That just seems like a free pass for El. He also says I’m getting stronger and faster with each training session, which sometimes is the only thing that keeps me motivated.
So I keep at it, chucking fists and feet at him faster and faster, until a thin sheen of salty sweat is coating my bare arms and legs, where my pale blue tunic won’t cover. As I begin to tire, I become bolder, lunging forward and aiming a knotted fist at his sternum, at one of the places that he told me will hurt the most. To my absolute shock, my clenched fingers slide smoothly past my dad’s blocking arms, connecting with his chest, and I feel the solid thud of bone on bone and muscle.
My dad grunts and lifts a hand to his chest, massaging it gingerly. I can’t help but to lift my offending hand to my mouth as my lips form an O. “Dad, I’m so…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to–”
My dad laughs and I stop talking, my eyebrows rising along with my confusion level. “Don’t ever apologize for winning a fight, Adele,” he says.
“Wha…what? You mean I…?”
“Won—yes.” My dad is grinning. “You are learning so fast, Adele. In a couple of years I will have nothing left to teach you.”
“So the student will become the master?” I joke. I am such a dork—but I don’t care.
He laughs, deep and throaty. “I wouldn’t go quite that far, but yes, you are doing well.” Sometimes Dad can be so serious.
But I am grinning, too. I’ve never even come close to hurting him during training. The familiar rhythm of my hands and fists smacking against his hands and fists has become like a soundtrack for our mornings together. But I’ve added a thud to the mix, and for that, I am proud. I couldn’t ask for a better present on my birthday.
“We’ll finish early to celebrate your success,” my dad says.
I frown. “No, Dad, I want to finish the whole session, please.”
Dad laughs. “That’s my girl,” he says. “You’re so much like your mother.” I never understand what he means by that. My mom is a quiet, generous soul, who would never hurt a fly. Me, I’m tenacious, feisty, and sarcastic. A redhead with black hair, my mom always says.
I’m not able to beat him again during training, but once was enough for me. When we come inside I’m exhausted but happy. Somehow our tiny, stone house looks even smaller than before, but to me, it’s cozy, it’s home.
A warm and tempting aroma fills my nostrils when we cross the threshold. My birthday surprise. Freshly warmed bread, not more than a few days old from the bakery in the subchapter. Only half a loaf, but more than I’ve ever seen in our house before. A real birthday treat.
“Happy birthday, Adele,” Mom says. “Go wake your sister.”
I smile and sigh. Yes, we live underground. And don’t have much money. And live in constant fear of the Enforcers, who ceaselessly roam the streets. But we have each other: my mom, my dad, my sister, Elsey, and me—a family. We’re all we really need. Oh, and a warm half-loaf of bread for a birthday treat. For a moment, I am happy.
Doesn’t that make you wanna read the book too!! I am so excited as there’s only a little bit of time left before you can get it! Now, I think you should check out all the other stops on the tour, as everyone is doing something different, and there will be giveaways, so here’s your links!
BE SURE TO CHECK OUT EVERY STOP!
Review and Giveaway
Character Guest post
Review and Giveaway
Author Interview and Giveaway
Review and Giveaway
Character Guest post
Author Interview, and closing post
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About the author
David Estes was born in El Paso, Texas but moved to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania when he was very young. He grew up in Pittsburgh and then went to Penn State for college. Eventually moved to Sydney, Australia where he met his wife. A reader all his life, he began writing novels for the children’s and YA markets in 2010. He´s a writer with OCD, a love of dancing and singing (but only when no one is looking or listening), a mad-skilled ping-pong player, and prefers writing at the swimming pool to writing at a table.
Author of the Evolution Trilogy
The Moon Dwellers Release Date: June 30th 2012
I hope you enjoyed that, and I look forward to telling you how the book is! 🙂 Happy reading my gators!