This is a captivating read and difficult to put this book down. Kachi has a very pleasant writing style and the story develops beautifully following a great pace, which is important to me. This is definitely a great start to a new series I will keep reading…
– Ramona Plant (GOODREADS)
Kachi Ugo is a writer to watch–he has a head full of stories and he pours them out on the page as fast as the reader can follow. The Uprising is only the latest of his works, and it is a fresh, powerful fantasy featuring the kick-ass Sarah Justice who is all about getting her baby back in this volume. Her son has been ripped out of this time and place and into the future thru a portal. But she’s not alone in this mission, she has a band of Elementals who would follow her to Hell and back...
– Zippergirl (GOODREADS)
The dark clouds churned as rogue swirls of wind ravaged the city. Scraps of paper, grains of sand, and every other thing that wasn’t tightly secured hazed the air, reducing visibility to about a few feet. The heavens were alive with sharp and brief sparks of lightning and thunder, every moment threatening a full explosion. People scampered for covering, knowing that very soon the grey clouds would unleash a storm on their heads. The two elemental police men who should have been patrolling Hoover Street were not exempt from this hurried motion as they sought cover a good distance from their post. And in their bid to escape a beating from the sky, they missed the hooded figure that moved fluidly in the direction of a modest one story residence.
This was the residence their commanding officer had instructed them to keep undisturbed. It was supposed to be a thirty-day assignment. For the last twenty nine days no one had gone in the house. Assuming this night wouldn’t be any different they decided to abandon their post for the duration of the storm. If only they had known how wrong they were in this assumption.
The figure waved his hand at the gate, revealing soft looking olive skin. The gate cracked open. Without breaking stride, the figure flowed on in a heavy black cloak towards the front door, pausing before the porch to glance at the building. It was dark except for the light bulb upstairs. The figure waved his hand as before – – a soft click responded – – and the door swung in of its own accord, admitting the stranger. The figure marched straight ahead for the stairs, not looking left or right. When he turned into the passageway, he saw her.
“You can’t take him away!” she muttered, her face ruined by a mix of tears and makeup. She had a long and sharp kitchen knife in a strong grip, and she stood in a defensive stance before the entrance into the bedroom. Some light from the room fell on the passageway, allowing the tall, hooded figure to scrutinize his adversary. She wore a golden blouse embossed in white with the word: Earth. Her black pants was peppered with clumps of wet sand. Her feet were bare, tingling with powerful magic, one that crammed into the small passageway, so strong that the figure swayed under its overbearing weight. Her eyes, though teary, gave no indication that she wouldn’t go Super Nova with her knife and magic if he neared her.
He took a tentative step forward and said, “My name is…”
“I don’t care who you are,” she snarled, eyeing him with a hateful look.
“But you care why I have come…” The figure paused and took in the lady’s sandy pants and legs with a curious glint in his eyes. “You’ve been outside. You saw me coming. You’ve probably alerted someone, but they can’t get here in time. You know I don’t want you. Why would I want the trouble of dealing with a powerful Elemental like you, when I can deal with a powerless newborn?” Then his voice took on a bitter, almost regretful tone. “Tell me, what do you think I want with him?”
The woman drew a blank.
“You know you can’t stop me,” he continued, pulling on his inner power and letting it stir in the space. The woman felt it too, responding with a slight flinch as his power stroked hers. “You’ve seen what I’m capable off. You’ve witnessed the power I wield. You know I’m a Dualist. You’re out of your depth. Stand down.”
For a moment, uncertainty flickered in her eyes. Her grip on the knife softened. Her magic withdrew from the room. But it was only for a moment. “I can’t let you have him!” she shrieked, gripping her blade tightly, and pushing her Earth magic against his Air magic.
“Stop this nonsense, Sarah!” the man warned, bracing himself against her power. He also strengthened his secondary power in the hallway. Not too much to threaten her, but sufficient to respond to an attack effectively. His primary power had created the dark clouds and whirl wind outside. “You can’t stop me,” he repeated, and as if to buttress that point, he lifted his left hand as if to grab something above his head, and a huge bolt of lightning formed in the clouds outside and drove down into the lawn with a loud thunder.
Then it began to rain.
She made to say something, but instead charged him whipping up the clumps of sand from her pants with the wave of a hand. They shot at him like tiny projectiles, tiny and powerful enough to punch a hole through his heart. The man jumped out of their path. His hands dove into his cloak and withdrew a small dagger just in time to parry Sarah’s strike. He drove a palm against her chest, stopping a full inch short of her body. Where his hand stopped, a powerful blast of wind erupted into existence and plowed right into her chest, sending her body flying across the hallway and smashing into the ceiling.
She fell to the floorboards, concussed. Her Earth magic remained aloft in the air for a few more seconds before it vanished as she fell unconscious.
The figure straightened his cloak, stowed away his blade, and walked to the door, stepping over the woman’s limp form. The bedroom was every bit a child’s bedroom, complete with brightly colored walls, stickers of famous cartoon characters, and a hanging miniaturized solar system. At the center of the room was a baby carriage in which struggled a sleeping baby with his sheets. The figure pulled the baby free and examined the creature who would, fifty years from now, destroy the whole world with black magic. He pressed the baby against his chest and walked back down the stairs without a second glance to the mother of the child. He locked the door and the gate behind him and started down the street, the darkness and heavy rain shielding his retreat. His cloak provided adequate shelter for the baby boy, though he exercised enough power over his magicked storm so that not a drop of rain touched his cloak. When he got to his entry point down the street, the rain stopped.
“Did she put up a fight?” his partner asked as he approached him, nodding at the baby in his hands. Loas was a medium height, sharp man with a heavy build and a no nonsense face.
“So, did you kill her?”
The clouds were still dark, nonetheless, he caught the frown on Loas’s face.
“She didn’t put up a strong fight,” he explained. “Perhaps, killing one innocent soul”—he gestured to the baby in his hands—“is enough for one night.”
Loas spat a string of curses at the baby. “That thing is not innocent!” he grimaced.
The figure sighed. “It’s still a baby, Loas. It’s done no evil or good.”
“Well too bad he would never get to do anything at all,” said Loas.
“Yes, too bad…,” the figure agreed. The baby’s fate was sealed once they got to their destination.
“What if she comes after us, Nnamdi?” Loas asked. Before his partner could reply, he stretched his hands far apart and brought them together in a loud clap. A stream of light erupted from the point of impact, coalescing into a giant paper-thin screen in front of them. Through the screen they could see into their world, or more correctly, their time–AD 2066. They could see the bland white walls of their staging area in the highly classified, top secret military underground installation in the Mohave Desert.
“She’ll never find us,” replied Nnamdi as he reeled in his power over the weather. In an instant the dark clouds disappeared and the sun flooded the whole world with light. “Because she will never know where we came from. She will never know when we came from.”
Loas nodded and led him through the portal, closing it as soon as they were on the other side.
Sarah Justice is many good things, including a descent Earth Elemental, a wonderful partner to her man, and a new mother. However, when an extremely powerful Dualist from the future—a man able to wield the magic of two of the Elements—abducts her newborn, she is turned into a cold blooded killer. In a bid to rescue her child, she sparks a rebellion, birthing an organization of young, skilled Elementals, who are immediately branded terrorists, and blithely transgressing every Law known to her kind. And the powers that be—the Global Elemental Authority and its ruthless leader, Commander Thorn, who is infamous for being remarkably vile to offenders—are not in the slightest forgiving. But there are bigger occult entities at play. Sarah may soon realize that her resolve is not enough. Notwithstanding, she has vowed to recover her child, heedless of where it takes her: to death or to victory.
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