Title: Killshot (Icarus Series, Book 1)
Author: Aria Michaels
Genre: YA Dystopian/Apoc-fic
Cover Designer: Lou J. Stock
Editor: Clair Allmendinger
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After the death of their parents, seventeen year old Liv Larson and her younger brother are separated by the foster care system. Her grades slip, her friends drift away, and she gives up on her plans for college. The only thing that matters is keeping the promise to get back to her brother. After months of solitude and anti-social behavior, Liv's best friend Riley drags her to their high school's rooftop solar flare party. Despite the beautiful lights dancing in the sky, Liv finds herself captivated by Zander, a mysterious boy with a crooked smile. For a few hours, she allows herself to feel normal again.
That is until what should have been a small flare erupts into a massive solar storm. Cut off from the rest of the world with no sign of rescue, fear and paranoia begin to take their toll on the group. Battle lines are drawn and their ranks are divided. Soon, those left behind must embark on a perilous journey to save one of their own…but, something sinister awaits them in the shadows and it’s undeniably connected to Liv.
Can she keep her promise to reunite with her brother? What are Liv and her friends willing to do to survive? Will their bravery and determination be enough to save them all from a rogue military unit, a terrifying virus, and the things that go bump in the night?
Or was Icarus really the KILLSHOT?
5 out of 5 stars!
Best. Book Hangover. EVER! And I’m not talking cliffhanger. I’m talking about the kind of book that sticks with you, and you keep thinking about it for weeks after you read it. Honestly, I finished this book a few weeks ago, and haven’t been able to write the review until now, but it’s still SO fresh in my mind.
The creativity of this book is what stands out to me the most. I don’t want to give away what we find out throughout the book about what was happening (since that is a large part of the journey and fun of this book), but I will say that I liked the fact that it was a series of events that no one could have imagined would happen – not a single virus, meteor, or even solely the solar flare that is mentioned in the beginning. Kind of like running a few minutes late or early to somewhere, and you end up not being part of a huge car accident you would’ve been in if you were on time. Just these slight changes in occurrences change the entire outcome of your future.
Unfortunately for Liv, this catastrophic event is not the first thing that has happened to her that has changed her life completely. The first being when her parents died, and she and her younger brother were separated and sent to different foster homes. Her only goal in life at this point was getting her brother back, and lost interest in everything else in school and life she used to care about. The only person she let in was her foster sister, Riley.
When she can’t say no to Riley about a viewing party to see the solar flare on the roof of their school, and is tricked into being taken there by Riley’s boyfriend’s cousin (in hopes to set her up), this odd group of viewers that wouldn’t normally be together are forced into accepting and surviving their lives are permanently changing.
I love how the individual characters are flushed out, and how it shows that truly everyone would handle each situation differently. Those that you would expect to step up may run, and those that you may expect to hide or run end up stepping up. Every situation they come across is a surprise, along with how each of them handle it. I also love that the more answers they get, the more questions those answers create. It’s a deeper and deeper mystery, all the while trying to survive. The details of their attempts of survival and getting answers are also what seem to me very well researched and realistic.
Aria Michaels is the author of The Icarus Series, a bestselling young adult dystopian saga as well as a contributor to ATZ's Chronology of the Apocalypse. Aria is an avid reader, die-hard zombie fan, and enthusiastic lover of bonfires and red wine. When she is not glued to her computer pouring out the voices in her head, this busy single mom can be found playing in the dirt with her boys, painting, or binge-watching The Walking Dead. Aria is currently hard at work on the next installment of the Icarus Series and reveling in her role as instigator of literary mayhem and stealth assassin of fictional characters.
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Killshot (Icarus Series, Book One)
Before the Sky Fell (An Icarus Series Novella)-
Ballistic (Icarus Series, Book Two)
The flames licked at my heels and without thinking, I threw my leg over the solid oak railing and pushed off. I held on for dear life as I sailed down the thick banister and landed with a thud at the bottom of the staircase. Nothing was recognizable anymore through the trenches of smoke, but I instinctively headed back the way I had come. The swinging door crashed to the ground behind me, sending shards of flaming wood my direction. I rolled to the side to avoid them and slammed my already sore shoulder into the corner of the breakfast bar.
“Ahh,” I groaned as I inched my way along the tile floor.
I oriented myself towards the only light I could see; a shred of night sky that peeked through glass doors ahead. The moonlight seemed pale in comparison to the smothering darkness of the black smoke around me. My head was buzzing and my vision was blurry. My hands and feet felt numb, but somehow I dragged myself over to the sliding door. I tried to get up but found I could not reach the handle. I shoved at the frame, but the door would not open. Desperate and disoriented, I rolled onto my back and kicked at the glass.
It laughed at me and held firm.
I felt myself sinking into the floor, my limbs no longer responding to commands. My eyes would not open but I could feel the heat closing in on me. I always heard your life flashed before your eyes just before you died, but in my case it was more of a random, fleeting thought…I died trying to save a stuffed animal.
Tiny diamonds rained down on me and a breeze tickled my face. My body floated weightlessly through the flames.
“Liv, hold on!”
“Liv, hold on!”
But I didn't want to hold on. I was so tired.