So, here’s a quick update on the sequel to Unsettled, titled Reset. Reset is also the title of the trilogy, which is a little confusing, but will make sense when you read them. Plot-wise, it is the central book of the trilogy. Everything—and I do mean, everything—changes in Reset. The world that Phoenix thought she knew is gone. And soon, the foreign world she has come to understand will be gone too.
Word count, as of right now, is 53,551. We’re about halfway to the end! And then months of revisions, edits, and proofing…but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it! For now, here’s a quick teaser to get you hooked!
Excerpt From Chapter 33 of Reset, by Baylie Karperien
“What’s your name?” A tap on my shoulder alerts me to someone sneaking up beside me. I turn towards the sound.
“Terrence!” I exclaim as I see him.
“We’ve got the same name? Who’d name a girl like you Terrence? That’s a real shame, I’ll say. I can give you a new one, if you like. How ‘bout Scowly? Or Grumps. Mm—no, no, no, I got it. Frown-Face. I like that one best,” he chews thoughtfully on a carrot, half-smirking. “Suits you.” He chokes down a laugh.
“Thanks a lot. And I could call you Pest,” I say, turning back around. He skitters after me like a spider.
“Most people call me Pain-In-Backside. But I find it a bit of a mouthful,” Terrence smirks as he circles to get in front of me again.
“But it is accurate,” I sigh.
“So? What’s your real name? Unless it actually is Terrence. In which case, I’m terribly sorry for you.”
“Like the place?”
“You know, Arizona?” He sees my blank face and bites his lip. “You’re still stuck on the League system, aren’t you? Phoenix is a city in the Mountain Sector of Lower North America. What used to be the state of Arizona.”
“The Mountain Sector,” I echo. “I’ve been there, I think. Is that anywhere near the…Great Canyon, or something like that?”
“Grand Canyon,” Terrence corrects. “Yeah. For a Guardsman, you’re not very smart.”
“Thanks.” I start walking, needing to move. I want answers. I don’t have time to be sitting around like this. Patterson said that we’re almost out of time. I think he knows what’s going on, maybe even more than Marshall. I have to talk to him.
“I mean, I’m thirteen, I’m out of school, and I know more about geography than you? I thought Guardsmen were supposed to be of a ‘superior intellect’,” Terrence makes air quotes as he walks alongside me, lifting his long legs high to avoid stepping on anyone.
“Well, I’m not a regular Guardsman.”
“Then what kind of Guardsman are you? Never mind, don’t answer that. You still haven’t told me about your name. Phoenix as in city, or Phoenix as in bird?”
“Bird,” I answer, still thinking about Patterson.
“Cool,” Terrence murmurs. I pace back and forth, avoiding the various people sitting cross-legged on the floor, their faces solemn as they wait to hear what happens.
“How long has it been?” I ask, realizing that I’ve lost all sense of time.
“Maybe an hour,” he shrugs.
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