What Branches GrowTop 5 Category Finalist - 2020 Kindle Book Awards! A boldly imagined, exhilarating quest through post-apocalyptic America, where human nature is torn between the violent desperation to survive and the desire to forge connection. Thirty-five years ago, the world was ravaged by war. Delia, a tough-as-nails survivalist, travels North in search of a future. Gennero is tortured by his violent past and devotion to his hometown. Ordered to apprehend Delia, he follows her into the post-apocalyptic landscape. The wasteland is rife with dangers for those seeking to traverse it: homicidal raiders, dictatorial leaders, mutated humans, and increasingly violent and hungry wildlife. What Branches Grow is an unflinching depiction of life after civilization, where, above all else, trust is the hardest thing to achieve and give. The survivors have an audacious dream of a better life, but their quest may end up being a fruitless endeavour in a world openly hostile to hope. For fans of Fallout, Mad Max, and The Road. Action and adventure are rounded off with a slow-burn romance, dark comedy, and a dog companion. |
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... hair that glinted in the sunlight that drifted through the broken window . Her pale brown eyes matched the dust outside . She had an aquiline facial structure , but her perpetual frown and a less - than - adequate diet turned the ...
... hair , she somewhat resembled a pirate . She surveyed her surroundings , trying to catch a glimpse of her stalker . She had no luck , so she settled for eating her beans . Gennero hadn't been this jealous of someone since he was a child ...
... hair moved towards her , wielding a makeshift club . She used the shotgun to block his swing , knocking him backward . Before he could recover , she wailed him in the temple with the butt of the gun . He dropped like a stone. The next ...
... hair out of its tie before she knelt in front of the bird and began to pluck its feathers and prepare it for cooking. It was the size of a small turkey. Delia's dirty-blond hair hung in lazy, gnarled tresses down to her mid-back. As she ...
... hair was the essence of beauty. Before now, hair had always been a boring part of the body like an elbow or a nose or a foot. There hadn't been shampoo in Churchill, and the women kept their hair cut short to avoid the hassle of dealing ...