PRESENTS. . .
Shadows Have Gone
Book 3 of End of All Things Series
by Lissa Bryan
Release Date: March 26 , 2015
Genre: FICTION / Dystopian/ Romance / General
ISBN e-book: 978-1-61213-375-1
Carly Daniels knows what it is to suffer loss. She knows what it is to sacrifice. In the two years since a pandemic virus—known only as the Infection—decimated humanity, she’s made choices she never could have imagined. She’s condoned violence in the name of peace and done the unthinkable in the name of mercy. But with Justin at her side, she’s also learned there’s nothing she can’t face and nothing she wouldn’t do to protect those she loves.
But now another threat has arrived in the form of a uniformed man driving an army truck, claiming to represent the remnant of the United States military. Someone has set their sights on their community . . . and on Justin. The struggle to defend their little homeland is far from over, and the visitors may have brought more danger with them than just their weapons.
The shadows are closing in. Carly has to find out whether she has the strength to stand on her own when all of her support has fallen away. What remains when the shadows have gone?
~~AN INTERVIEW WITH LISSA BRYAN~~
Jess: Holy cow, woman. This is our third interview in a month. It actually feels like we’re socializing on a regular basis!
Lissa: And you still want to talk to me. It’s a marvel.
I will always want to talk to you. All right, Trouble. What are we going to talk about today?
“The time has come,” the walrus said, “To talk of many things. Of shoes, of ships, and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings.”
Hmm… Seems to me that the walrus cried before gobbling up his oyster friends, no? And you say I like to torture my readers. Do you know how many times you had me in tears during this book? I was beta reading and had to record comments while dying. My kids actually came to see what was wrong with me at one point!
Yeah, you love it, don’t ya!
Actually, no… I’m not a sadist like you, darling. 🙂 I don’t really enjoy torturing my readers, so it’s not intentional. I feel the same pain. When a character dies in one of my stories, I lose them, too. I never hear their “voice” in my head again. I wouldn’t kill off someone unless I was sure the story required it. Several times, I’ve attempted re-writes in my head to try to find a way around a death, but it almost inevitably leads me back to the same point.
You just had to kill off somebody I love, didn’t you.
In this case, yes. I loved that character, too, but the death only made sense, if you think about it. Life in the Wasteland would be brutal and pitiless.
In the name of Verisimilitude, I may forgive you someday. Just this once. So, you’ve been traveling again. Find any really creepy abandoned buildings to wander about in?
The schedule so far hasn’t permitted much exploration, but I’m going to try to squeeze some in.
I have been following your exploits. I live vicariously through you.
If the Apocalypse hits for reals, do you have plans?
You mean besides curling up on the floor and crying?
Hey, that’s my plan!!!
I’m not sure I would make it, honestly. I talk a good game, but I don’t have Carly’s moxie. I am very much a spoiled 21st century girl who needs her creature comforts. “Roughing it” for me is staying at a hotel without room service.
Tell me about it. Every time my kids ask if we can camp or fish, I start stammering, make an excuse and run away.
I had to start a fire from scratch over at my grandmother’s house last winter, and I was dismal at it. I found myself having to stop and say, “Okay, Lissa, if Carly can do this, so can you.” It took me several tries to get the blaze going. Justin would surely have chided me for wasting matches.
I can start a fire, only because we have a fire pit out in the yard. But Hubbs likes to dump green or wet wood in there (it’s convenient). That ticks me off.
You would laugh so hard if you could see my office right now. There was a really good sale on, so I picked up all sorts of treats the fam likes, but if I were to leave the goodies in the kitchen they’d be gone in a day. So I have 6 boxes of cookies, a huge bag of mini chocolate bars, some chips, nachos, popcorn and a 40 box package of Kraft Dinner in here. The wine is conveniently close. If the zombies show up tomorrow, I have stuff to barter. Do you stow food in sneaky places? Do you hide the yummy Cheezits from others?
I’ve discovered the hard way that if I hide things, I forget where I put them. Hilarity ensues.
But then you find hidden treasure. That’s what I tell myself, anyway. 🙂
I do have survival-type stuff, but not because I’m prepping for the apocalypse. What I’m thinking of is natural disaster and a short-term interruption in the flow of supplies. So I have gallons of water, a case of peanut butter, survival food bars (which taste abominable, but are light in case of evacuation), a supply of necessary meds for the humans and pets, and various weather gear. My household could survive comfortably for a week or two if we were cut off by a flood or tornado. Albeit, I’d be extremely grumpy because of the lack of tea.
I only keep survival supplies on hand during the summer. Well, we do have supplies in the trunk of the van, in case there’s a blizzard. I figure there are a lot of hands in the house and in an emergency they can all help carry something. It’s probably a bad plan. LOLOL!
Unlike me, you aren’t a foodie. But you like your tea. I’ve never asked you what your favourite kind of tea is.
English breakfast – as black as my soul, and strong enough to tan hides, but sweet enough to induce diabetic coma in an elephant. “One lump or two?” Are you joking? Leave the sugar bowl and go get another.
I can drink my tea without sugar, but I put a lot of it in my coffee. We need to have a cuppa tea. And maybe, watch some Vikings.
I’ve told you: getting us together would likely destroy the earth.
Then we’ll do it when we’re old.
I love the book.
Thank you. I love it, but I also hate it, because it means saying goodbye to Carly and Justin. I’m going to miss those two, especially hearing Justin’s “voice” in my head. Carly is so upbeat and optimistic, but Justin is more like me with his sarcasm and dark humor.
I’m thinking and sporadically working on other “Wasteland” books, and maybe Carly and Justin would pop up in my new characters’ travels. That would be neat.
Well, you know where to find me when it’s time for a beta reader. 😉 Good spending time with you, Sis. Thanks for joining me. xoox
~~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~~
Lissa Bryan is an astronaut, renowned Kabuki actress, Olympic pole vault gold medalist, Iron Chef champion, and scientist who recently discovered the cure for athlete’s foot…though only in her head. Real life isn’t so interesting, which is why she spends most of her time writing.
She is the author of four other novels, Ghostwriter, The End of All Things, its sequel, The Land of the Shadows, and Under These Restless Skies.
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Praise for Shadows Have Gone
“I laughed, I cried, I was gently amused, but what could I expect? Times are tough, no one is trustworthy and yet there is a sweet innocence about some characters that hit you right between the eyes; they are always so positive and wanting to see the best in others. Once again, Lissa Bryan has taken the handoff from a previous book and run with it at breakneck speeds with barely a misstep in sight!” – Dianne
Tales from the End Book 1.5
L.A.’s mayor has declared quarantine to try to halt the spread of the Infection. Pearl sets off across the city to buy supplies, but already the world is changing. Something strange is in the air. The Horsemen are coming …Veronica
When Veronica’s mother doesn’t come home from work and no one answers the phone when she calls for help, a nine-year-old girl is thrown into the chaos of a world coming to an end. Veronica decides it’s up to her to find her family. “Veronica” is the story of a little girl’s courage in the face of the end of all things.“I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud”
They called her Shadowfax– the mare Carly and Justin found on their travels. But before she was found by Carly, the retired dressage horse was known as Cloud. An unusual tale of the end, told through the eyes of a confused and lonely horse, left in her pasture.Birthday
(A previously-published bonus story.) Carly knows Justin has never celebrated his birthday, and after society crumbled, no one knows what date it is, anyway. But she wants to do something special for him. Celebrating the little things helps them keep hope alive, and as a blizzard rages outside, a small gesture of love warms their home.
The Land of The Shadow Book 2
After surviving the Infection and a perilous journey through the wasteland that was once the United States, Carly and Justin have found a safe home in the isolated town of Colby.Even so, balancing the duties of survival and a growing family isn’t easy. As they emerge as leaders, they face difficult questions about justice in a lawless land, basic human rights, and freedom in a world where strength defines worth. More than ever, they have to rely on one another for strength and support during the darkest of times.
The Crisis is far from over. Their fences won’t keep the world out forever, and a new threat is emerging—a gang of predators who see the town as easy pickings. When danger looms over Colby, Carly must decide how far she’ll go to protect those she loves.
It’s a journey down the long and broken road through The Land of the Shadow.