Your favorite Dwellers and Country Saga characters come together in this epic seventh book!
As President Borg Lecter threatens to annihilate the Country tribes in order to expand his glass-domed empire, Adele ventures into the belly of the beast. Her only hope of survival is the consolidation of Dwellers and Country power before it’s too late.
Former demagogue President Nailin is eliminated, yet civil unrest infects every alliance. To save Adele, President Tristan faces his greatest challenge yet: unifying unfriendly Dwellers in the Tri-Realms to raise an army against Lecter. Meanwhile, Dazz must convince the Ice Country leaders to march with Siena and the Tri-Tribes on the gates of the Glass City.
The world sits on the edge of a knife. Will Adele, Tristan, Dazz, and Siena defeat Lecter and his army of killers before the Glassies wipe them off the face of the Earth?
To celebrate the release of The Earth Dwellers by David Estes, the fourth book in both The Dwellers series and Country Saga, David is giving away UNLIMITED free eCopies of Fire Country, book one in the post apocalyptic, dystopian, Country Saga. A little over a year ago, David published his first young adult dystopian series, The Dwellers, and it has changed his life forever. Since then, he’s gone from struggling Indie author to fulltime writer, he’s watched in amazement as his Goodreads fan group has swelled from 300 members to over 1,600, and growing. He’s been featured on Buzzfeed, as one of the ‘15 Book Series To Read If You Enjoyed The Hunger Games‘, and has just signed on to Andrea Hurst and Associates literary agency. Andrea will we working with David to expand both the Dwellers and Country Saga, taking David’s career to a whole new level.
The Earth Dwellers will cap off an eighteen month journey that has taken me from unknown Indie author to still-mostly-unknown fulltime Indie author. The change is a subtle one for most people, but for me it’s a dream come true. To the hundreds (and now maybe even thousands!) of readers who have come along for the ride with me, either by reading the Dwellers Saga, the Country Saga, or both, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Now down to business. There may be some of you who have only read the three books in the Country Saga or only the three books in the Dwellers Saga, and are now thinking you’ll read The Earth Dwellers, which is supposedly the 4th book in BOTH the Country Saga and the Dwellers Saga. Well, that’s awesome! However, I must highly recommend that before reading The Earth Dwellers that you read the three books in BOTH series. Trust me, doing so will greatly enhance your experience, as The Earth Dwellers will be taking significant characters from both series and crashing them together (yes, like a water country wave) into an action-packed tale of struggle and loss and hope and friendship… And maybe a little love, too.
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An excerpt from The Earth Dwellers by David Estes, from the point of view of Dazz, from Ice Country:
Growls in the distance.
And then they’re there, a dozen vehicles, standing on a hill, looking down at us like desert gods. Someone screams, “Oh, Heart, no!” and then a lot of people are screaming and shouting and running.
No. Please, no. Not my family. Not our people. Not this.
“Run!” I shout to those in the cart. My mother scrambles down, helps Jolie, then Buff’s injured father. The kids spill out, tripping all over themselves, fleeing in front of everyone, joining the stampede. Jolie looks back at me. C’mon!her face says.
“Go!” I yell. “Go with Mother!”
“Not without you,” she cries.
“Now!” I say, turning back the other way, blinking her scared face out of my head.
Abe and his people are aiming fire sticks at the top of the hill.
CRACK! The first report of a weapon, probably Abe’s, the one who seems the most confident with them. Our enemies dive for cover and three more shots hammer away.
Buff and I run to Abe and he tosses us each a weapon from a pile. I catch it awkwardly, gaping at the hot metal. I fight with my fists, not with knives or swords or clubs…certainly not with fire sticks. But what choice do I have? I can’t fight fire with punches and kicks. I have to try.
I don’t even know how to hold it, but I watch what he does. “Point and press this thing,” he says, showing me a little lever. I mimic his motions, try to hold it like him, wondering how he figured this out all on his own.
Half a dozen shots slam into my eardrums, raining down from the hill. A guy directly to my left slumps over, blood pouring from a hole in his forehead. Down the line from Abe, another man falls.
Then the fire chariots growl and come roaring down the hill.
“Ruuuun!” Abe bellows, taking off in the other direction. We do, pumping our legs as fast as we can, and at some point I realize we’re all trying not to be the slowest one, because the slowest one will get caught first, killed first. And I glance back, and the slowest one is…it’s Buff.
The vehicles are gaining on us. A shot rings out and I hear the whine as something screams past my head. A miss. No. Fifty feet beyond us a little girl falls, her hand slipping away from where it was clutching her father’s as they fled. He looks back, his face a sheet of white terror and then he stops, falls to his knees, slumps over her. Curly Mustache Man.
None of his slanted words can save her now.
I look back again. Buff passes someone, one of the reps from the Black District. CRACK! The guy stumbles, falls, dies.
Why are they doing this? Is it because we broke the alliance, killed their soldiers, shot at them? Doesn’t make sense. Why would they send so many soldiers to meet us when we already had an armed escort? Was this always the plan? To slaughter us as we crossed the desert wasteland? I suspect the answer is yes. Abe knew it and he tried to do something to change our fates, but it was too little, too late.
We can’t escape. We have no choice but to stand and fight. Try to give the rest of them a chance. Our families. My family.
“Abe!” I yell. He’s ahead of me and looks back. “We have to fight!”
He nods and stops. “Turn and fire!” he yells.
We do. We turn and fire.