Title: Truth's Blood
Series:
Truth's Blood #1
Author:
Tyler Roberts
Genre: Dystopia
Publisher:
iuniverse
Format:
Ebook, Paperback, Hardcover
Length:
480 pages
Purchase: Amazon
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Book Description:
It hadn't seemed possible
that a president whose policies had impoverished millions could be reelected.
It was the waning years of the American empire and the liberties represented in
the Constitution and the Bill of Rights were a fading memory. The government
monitored every aspect of American life, and the drones buzzing overhead served
as a constant reminder, but it was the governments reckless spending that
brought the nation to its knees.
Now, the economy is in ruin,
and the president's European style welfare state stands at the brink of
collapse. The United States is unable to repay its debts. China has come seeking payment in real assets, and they
mean business. Chaos reigns; power has been cut; select cities have been
decimated by nuclear bombs; and burned out houses occupy neighborhoods like
rotting teeth in the mouth of a crack addict. What was new is now old and what
was old is now new again.
Cliffson Lang's son attempts
to escape the fires and mobs overrunning the city of Seattle. When Cliffson is called away to help, his other son
is kidnapped by occupying forces and placed in a work camp. Truth's Blood is
the Lang family's story of survival at a time when government dependency must
be replaced by self-reliance. As the United States experiences the disintegration of society and
foreign occupation, their challenge verges on the impossible.
I found this to be a fascinating story that really makes you stop and think. I love the interplay with the family and friends. They really could be any one of us. I wonder how any of us would really do in a situation like this. The writing style makes the imagery so real that I sometimes forgot where I was.
Five stars for me.
Excerpt:
A couple blocks into town Dustin spotted an old greasy spoon diner tucked in next to a boarded up gas station. The rundown relic from the past had somehow managed to stay in business long after fast food became the rage. The parking lot was empty except for an old, lime green, Volkswagen van.
“Hey Dustin, get a load of this, see that bumper sticker?” Chris said.
“Ass, Gas or Grass, no one rides for free.” Dustin read aloud. “My Dad’s told me about those. It’s from the ‘70s.”
“Trippin’ dude. Now let’s go eat.”
Chris led the way up a couple decaying cement steps stained with the remnants of a reminder they’d once blushed bright red, pulled open a creaky screen door, and headed for a booth with a red and white checkered table cloth on the left side of the room. Chipped and worn tiles paved a floor that was probably once cream colored. The air was heavy with the smell of fried food and salted with a double measure of cigarette smoke. A couple of round tables in the middle of the room were home to napkin dispensers and salt and pepper shakers. Booth seating along dingy windows on both sides of the room completed the ensemble.
The kitchen was in back where a balding, pot bellied cook in a dingy wife-beater undershirt and an apron that looked as if you could have rung gravy from it, peered out from behind beady eyes. He appeared nervous and ran his hands through the few greasy strands of dark hair that fell from the back of his head. Gruffly he called for his waitress.
“Betty, customers.”
The back door slammed, Betty strolled in and pulled the last drag from her cigarette. She wore white shoes, the kind you often see nurses wearing and looked to be about sixty years old, but her face wore a look that said she’d spent a hundred years on her feet.
At their table her course smoker’s voice rose up through the gravel bed in her throat and asked, “What can I get you boys today?”
About The Author
Tyler Roberts grew up in a
rural and remote part of Washington State
and has a farming background. He is
educated in wildlife and environmental sciences and has spent his life in the Pacific Northwest. He is an
avid organic gardner and beekeeper.
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