Finding
Sage
The
Rogue
Book
1
Logan
Judy
Genre: Dystopia,
Paranormal
Date of
Publication: 3/30/2014
Number of pages:
358
Word Count: 79,517
Cover Artist:
Cheryl Sosebee
Book
Description:
In the future,
some people, known as rogues, exhibit supernatural abilities. That’s not a good thing, however, because the
global government hunts them down and executes them, imprisons them, or forces
them to become assassins. Silas is such
a rogue. He lives day by day constantly
paranoid about his chances of survival.
So when a wide-eyed hobo offers him a solution to his problems, a
mysterious man who the U.N. seems desperate to find, he follows, not having the
slightest clue what he’s just stepped into.
Alice hides a
dark secret. Many rogues have come and gone in past years, but if people only
knew how dark her so-called gift was, they would reject her. Attack her. Kill her.
Where can she turn?
Sage is the one
that connects them. The one that offers hope to them both. Little is known
about him and precious few have seen him. So why is he the only one that the
U.N. is afraid of?
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Excerpt from Finding Sage
Click. Clack. Click. Clack. Click. Clack.
Carter cringed with every step as he heard the metallic clashing of the chains that bound his wrists and ankles. United Nations soldiers surrounded him: one at each side, two behind, and two in front. They walked with their firearms close to their chests, ready for action at any moment. He scanned his surroundings, looking for an exit: blank white walls, glass security panels, and grey tile ceiling. Blue uniformed soldiers guarded every door, and he saw the door to his doom approaching. He could see no windows looking into the room, only a solid white wall and the grey door, guarded by two soldiers.
Click. Clack. Click. Clack.
The soldiers stopped at the door. They exchanged a few words, told the guards of the door why they were there, showed their I.D.s, then entered the room. It was far less menacing inside than Carter had imagined. There were none of the flickering bare light bulbs, blood stains, or pungent aromas of decaying bodies that he had conjured in his mind’s eye. The room, like everything he had ever seen in this building, was remarkably and shockingly bare. So bare, in fact, that it was creepy. Was this routine for them? Was it normal? Was there nothing extraordinary, nothing even immoral about what they were going to do?
They walked him to the wall on his left, and a touchscreen panel popped up. One of the soldiers pressed a few buttons and he felt his wrists and legs pin against the wall.
“Sure is a sticky situation, eh?” remarked one of the soldiers to his buddies. Soldiers often made comments like this, but always to their friends. Common soldiers were forbidden from talking to prisoners, especially rogues.
Ten gunmen filed in from a door on the opposite wall and lined up with their guns pointed upwards. Behind them approached an agent, instantly recognizable with his black and blue suit. He held his military stance with his hands behind his back and recited the appropriate words.
“William Carter Jackson. You have been found in violation of Sovereign Order 21, which dictates that no biologically outstanding person, defined as those exhibiting phenomena deemed supernatural or otherwise extraordinary, shall be allowed to live, under the equal opportunity statutes of the first United Nations Sovereign Order. Your crime has been deemed punishable by death, and will therefore be carried out in a swift and humane manner, by firing squad, authorized by this Agent Sebastian Jefferson. Do you have any last words?”
Carter lifted his head and established eye contact with the agent.
“Yeah, I do.”
He waited for the soldiers to shift, to listen to what last words he had. None of them budged, but that didn’t change what he had to say.
“What’s so wrong with having good hearing?”
“Ready arms,” said the agent.
The boy refused to break eye contact. He looked the agent in the eye, determined in a last act of ideological rebellion that they would not ignore him.
“Fire.”
All ten rifles fired at once. Blood spattered the wall behind the boy and spread into pools on the ground. The force broke the wall’s magnetism, leaving the boy lying upon the ground.
One of the soldiers who had escorted the boy knelt down and took a look at him.
“Affirmative,” he said. “We’re clear for the clean-up crew.”
About the Author
Logan Judy is a
fantasy, science fiction, and dystopia author who began writing his first book,
a medieval fantasy novel, when he was 12 years old. While he never published that work, it was
instrumental in jump-starting his writing career, as he branched out into other
stories and worlds, including space opera and dystopia. His first published work, Finding Sage, was
completed and released in 2014. Currently living in Indiana with his wife and
Don Quixote-esque guard dog, Logan Judy is hard at work completing the tale
that Finding Sage began.
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