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Violet Storm
by Anna Soliveres
(Modi #1)
Publication date: March 28th 2014
Genres: Science Fiction, Young Adult

A brilliant surgeon known for his invention of Modi’s—the only cure for the deadly disease, vaincre—has gone rogue with his experiments, and the Monarchy is desperate to shut him down. That’s where Aeva Storm comes in, a champion athlete with an ego to match. Aeva is the surgeon’s secret weapon against the Monarchy. And they’ll never know what hit them. After reconstructing her body to become a Modi unlike any he’s ever created, Aeva is forced into a fight against all odds. She’ll have to break loyalties, hurt family, and turn her back on newly awakened love. Thousands of lives hang in the balance in a battle that will set forth a new era.
Join Aeva on her quest to see whether she’s got what it takes to go up against the most powerful humans ever created.
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“Who
are you? Who sent you?”
His
attacks begin to speed up, a blur of motions. I dodge, duck, and twist around
him.
“No
one! Whoever you think I am—I’m not!”
“Liar!”
I
run. He follows, his blade slashing at my back. I spin away, a dancer’s move,
and then kick off a nearby tree, taking me into a somersault over his head.
There is a frightening whoosh of air as he twists his blade, the unmistakable
hum kissing a hairsbreadth away from my skin. Pieces of my hair fall to the
ground.
“Damnit!”
he roars.
Learning
to fight on the field shows its value. Scoring goals is what I do best, but
fighting to keep the glass ball is another level of skill that if I didn’t
have, would make my talent for scoring practically insignificant.
I
see it all, as if Karth were moving in slow motion. He swings down at my
exposed neck. I catch the blade between my hands, and then jump into a
backflip, kicking the tip of the saber up in the air. Karth quickly regains his
grasp. He meets my next move with a slash, this time grazing my left cheek just
as I swivel away from him. The sharp sting draws blood and a hiss from my lips.
This
has to stop. I don’t have the benefit of oxiom if he seriously wounds me. And
without it, infection is a definite. I tumble across the dirt, snatch a solid
piece of wood on my way, allowing the momentum to pick me up off the ground and
into a standing position.
“Please!
Stop!” I plead.
He
responds with a roaring lunge, his long saber glinting in the dim light. I
instinctively block his blow with the wooden club. In the same motion, I grab
his wrist, ram my head between his eyes, slide my foot behind his knee, and
knock him backward. In midair, I straddle him, following him to the ground
where his saber, now in my hand is poised over the vein pulsing in his neck.
“Please.
I don’t want to hurt you,” I say through bared teeth. Somehow that felt too
easy.
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