About
the Book
Title:
The Sixth Domicile
Author:
Courtney Ruggle
Genre:
New Adult Dystopian
In
a future ravaged by greed and war, The Domicile has emerged. A new
civilization governed by clandestine Elders where citizens are united
by white masks and uniform identities. To remove one’s mask, to go
outside the Domicile, to show defiance, means being sent to the
Meurtre, a horrifying death sentence.
Q437B
doesn’t follow the rules. She craves sunlight, dares to love her
childhood friend B116A, and – the most forbidden of all – has
seen the true face of her beloved beneath the mask.
But
when Q becomes an Adulte, The Domicile threatens to take away
everything that makes her happy. She is forced to marry an abusive
soldier who demands she conform. Whispers spread about the
unconventional lessons she teaches her new students. And when Q
openly disobeys the Elders, the people become restless, questioning
the truth of the world in the wake of such defiance.
Rumblings
of discontent stir as others begin to follow the path toward their
freedom. The Revolution has begun, and Q is the spark that ignited
the flames.
Author
Bio
Courtney’s
love for writing started pretty much when she learned to read, which
her mother would tell you was a feat in itself back when she was in
the first grade. Once she aced those flashcards with vocabulary
words, Courtney’s writing took off. And her love with it. In
school, she was always writing short stories on a word processor
(What?? Word processor with floppy disks?). Oh yes, she literally had
a card filing case full of floppy disks.
Now getting her
Doctorate in social work, she’s used this education to help her
writing some of the gritty issues entwined in her stories. When
Courtney isn’t writing her next book while drinking coffee, you can
find her doing homework (drag) with chocolate chip flavored coffee,
reading series of books (because school books are only so
interesting) while drinking pumpkin flavored coffee, playing with her
little boy, or daydreaming of future beach houses while drinking some
other scrumptious flavor of coffee.
Links
Amazon US:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B017O08SDO
Website: www.courtneyruggles@yahoo.com
Twitter:
@AuthorCRuggles
The stars
twinkled with their utmost brightness tonight, as if attempting to show us
their beauty tenfold. I smiled at them, thanking them for their show. B’s arms
wrapped around my shoulders, our hips touching as we sat in the grass. B was
more silent and reserved.
“Do you feel it,
Q?” he asked after some time in silence. I turned away from admiring the
glimmering stars.
“Feel what?” I asked.
I laid my head on his shoulder, attempting to put as much of my body on
his.
“It’s different.
Something is different.” I did feel it, an alien something, a nagging in the
air. But I couldn’t figure out what it meant. Everyone in the Domicile was behaving
the same way as always. Nothing appeared to be different on the surface; more
like boiling underneath it. Like the small, almost invisible heat waves I could
see on the heated days B and I snuck from the Domicile. So small and subtle,
but if you looked from the right angle, you could see them boiling and rolling
under the air currents.
I lifted my head
off his shoulder, watching his mask contort with the expression he wore
underneath it.
My fingertips
glided down the side of his mask, trailing from his brow down over his
unpainted cheek to his chin. The stark black of the fabric covering my finger
contrasted with the pallid color of his mask. I hated the way his mask was only
a reminder of what I couldn’t have—the real him that lay underneath. And of the
society that was designed to keep us apart. I needed him. And it terrified me.
B reached up,
his hand catching mine, and I could feel the desperation in his grip. He took
in a deep inhale, his chest rising with the extra breath, and I felt my own chest
tighten.
“Q, you’re the
spark.”
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