by Michelle Gagnon
Expected publication: April 9th 2013 by Soho Teen
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17-year-old Sophie lies on her deathbed in California, awaiting the inevitable loss of her battle with cancer…
17-year-old Declan stares down two armed thugs in a back alley in Galway, Ireland…
17-year-old Anat attempts to traverse a booby-trapped tunnel between Israel and Egypt…
All three strangers should have died at the exact same moment, thousands of miles apart. Instead, they awaken together in an abandoned hospital—only to discover that they’re not alone. Three other teens from different places on the globe are trapped with them. Somebody or something seems to be pulling the strings. With their individual clocks ticking, they must band together if they’re to have any hope of surviving.
Soon they discover that they've been trapped in a future that isn't of their making: a deadly, desolate world at once entirely familiar and utterly strange. Each teen harbors a secret, but only one holds the key that could get them home. As the truth comes to light through the eyes of Sophie, Declan, and Anat, the reader is taken on a dark and unforgettable journey into the hearts of teens who must decide what to do with a second chance at life.
About the Author
Michelle Gagnon is a former modern dancer, bartender, dog walker, model, personal trainer, and Russian supper club performer. Her bestselling adult thrillers THE TUNNELS, BONEYARD, THE GATEKEEPER, and KIDNAP & RANSOM have been published in North America, France, Denmark, Spain, Argentina, Norway, Sweden, Finland, and Australia. BONEYARD was a finalist for a 2009 Daphne du Maurier Award for Excellence in Mystery/Suspense. Website | Twitter
Her wry smile faded to a frown as she took in her surroundings. If she was still alive, they must have moved her. This wasn't the hospice room where she'd spent the last few weeks of her life. The fake ficus tree in the corner was gone. The cheap TV had been swapped out for a swanky flat screen. And instead of being hooked up to numerous beeping machines-via needles and sticky pads and probes- she was attached to nothing. At least, nowhere she could feel. Even weirder, she still wore her own pajamas- anywhere but a hospice would have instead on an official gown. Why had they moved her?
The window curtains were drawn; it must be nighttime, even though the overhead lights weren't muted the way they usually were. Which also explained why her family was gone.