(The Forever Institute, #1)
Yolanda McCarthy
“Night is a predator, and it’s got me.”
A thrilling dystopian story of star-crossed love, perfect for fans of Eve of Man and The Hunger Games.
Do you know who you are? Do you know where you belong? Do you recognize good from evil? Seventeen-year-old Fern thought she understood it all…
“Yolanda McCarthy’s dystopian novel, A Girl From Forever, is a thrilling teen adventure that explores multiple what-if scenarios as a young woman follows a lengthy quest for answers. Told in the first-person narrative from Fern’s point of view, the reader will be instantly caught up in the turmoil that plagues the protagonist as she seeks answers. With considerable conflict, both physically and mentally, the plot moves forward with a driving force that will have the reader unable to put the book down… This is a powerful story that not only rivets the reader but speaks to them about issues all young people face: first love, betrayal, truth, and denial, and what’s really real is this complicated world in which we live.” – Readers’ Favorite 5* review
Psychics, immortals, and a battle over humanity’s destiny. First love. Betrayal. Abduction. Murder. When friends become enemies and terrorists turn into allies, Fern’s betrayer could be her soul mate – but that might not be enough to keep her alive…
Some lies are lethal.
EXCERPT
History class, three months ago. A pen, floating in the air, slowly rotating, under perfect control. Katrina’s pen, which she watches with a gleeful grin not entirely hidden by the curtain of her shadow-black hair. She bends her head, avoiding the teacher’s eye. I know that Katrina longs to dance the pen through the air towards Geraldine, droning on at front of class about transport systems. But even Katrina knows where to draw the line.
Katrina watches the pen, and I watch her. Loving her so much. So proud of her. So jealous.
For years, we talked about whether my talent might be the same as hers, and the things we’d do with it. We wanted to be better than the ’paths, more interesting, to have something that would make the staff really notice us.
We’re seventeen, all ten of us. Bel got her talent at age twelve. Katrina’s talent manifested six months ago, and she was the last of the talents by a year. Now, I’m the only one waiting, They used to tease me about it. Now they don’t, which is worse.
So I watch the ’paths smile at each other, I see Mark twitch in time to songs we can’t hear, and I stare at Katrina’s spinning pen. Digging my fingernails into the table until they hurt, with each moment that passes, I become a little less than I was. I am shamed by my lack of talent, ashamed that I’ve let hope rot into envy, and I can’t tell Katrina that I’m so, so angry with her. For becoming different to me, better than me. It’s not her fault, but… I don’t know how to change the way I feel.
I’ve learned to hate my best friend, and I don’t like myself anymore.
Yolanda grew up in London, where she worked as a lawyer, a supermarket assistant, a civil servant, and at a cat shelter. Not in that order. Her work took her to California, Serbia, and Dubai, but her fondest memories are of Bermuda. (She’s still homesick for Bermuda. Especially the pink sands of Elbow Beach…)
She now lives in Kent with her husband and son, where she writes all kinds of speculative fiction. Sometimes she climbs mountains.
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