*MATURE YA. Ages 16 and up*
Sixteen-year-old Teagan realizes she's not exactly safe in her little town of Crowbridge, but she is surviving.
She fights the few baddies who wander into her town, understands the importance of silence, and learns the true meaning of isolation.
For two long, lonely years.
Then, with the arrival of one strange little girl, everything changes.
Teagan discovers just how isolated and sheltered she's been when the outside world stomps into Crowbridge, bringing with it darkness, death, and destruction.
When something unspeakable occurs and changes everything she is, the hunted becomes the hunter as Teagan prepares to take back her world.
She must conquer her demons as she begins her search for two things--the precious one she lost and the savage, evil beings who want to enslave her.
"One of the best YA books I have read. It has a Hunger Games feel...but a little darker."
Tammy Lawson Sullivan
"We, the Forsaken is an amazing read and Teagan is the accidental heroine that you want to believe in. This was a well-written, quick paced journey to our world in ruins. The world building, or rather world destruction, was quite clever – but leaves me wanting to know so much more! I am looking forward to the next book in the Forsaken series."
"OM EFFING GEE !!!!!!!!
I've read many zombie/dystopian/vampire books, but this one takes not only the cake but every damn cake in the shop..."
"Wow. I'm still processing this book. It was unlike anything I've read before. When I started We, the Forsaken, I wasn't sure what I was getting into. I knew it was a YA Dystopian novel, but wow. It is unlike any YA Dystopian I have read..."
"...I broke down and started it. Less than 2 chapters in I had to put the book down and walk away it was so intense. As I read it just got more and more nail biting, edge of your seat type action. I'm seriously pissed that I'm now waiting for 3 books from this author. She's a diabolical genius. This is not your typical ya book so don't let that scare you off. If the heroine were not 16 this would be an adult book..."
I walked back the way I’d come, bloody machete in my hand. I checked the dumpsters. One of them had become the laboring lady’s coffin. I didn’t want one of them to become the child’s.
The sun was almost hot, though summer was over and fall had come. Winter wasn’t my favorite season anymore. In the winter, everything was gray. Summer with its yellows and greens and warmth and longer days made my mood less heavy.
Winter was when I went a little mad, and I did not look forward to it.
But it was coming, whether I wanted it to or not.
Having some company would make those long, cold months much less dreary.
“Little girl,” I yelled.
I heard a sharp, metallic clank in the distance, and immediately I stiffened and closed my mouth. I didn’t yell again.
I didn’t believe I’d find the kid. Most likely she’d bolted when she’d witnessed me chopping up her mother, and she wasn’t likely to return for fear I’d do the same to her.
I kept an eye out on my way back to the front of the mall. The mutant’s body and head were still spread across the parking lot, along with vivid splashes of his blood. My spare machete still lay where I’d dropped it.
The air was still and silent and held a heaviness I was accustomed to. It usually meant I wasn’t alone—that baddies were near. My baddies radar had become super sensitive over time, and even if I didn’t always come face to face with the enemy, I never doubted they were close. Not when I felt them this fiercely.
There were baddies other than the mutants.
And I needed to get my ass home.
We, the Forsaken