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Albert Camus

Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.

Sunday, January 24, 2016

the most forbidden of all - The Sixth Domicile (The Domicile Series #1) by Courtney Ruggles


In a future ravaged by greed and war, The Domicile has emerged. A new civilization governed by clandestine Elders where citizens are united by white masks and uniform identities. To remove one’s mask, to go outside the Domicile, to show defiance, means being sent to the Meurtre, a horrifying death sentence.


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Published: January 20th, 2016

In a future ravaged by greed and war, The Domicile has emerged. A new civilization governed by clandestine Elders where citizens are united by white masks and uniform identities. To remove one’s mask, to go outside the Domicile, to show defiance, means being sent to the Meurtre, a horrifying death sentence.

Q437B doesn’t follow the rules. She craves sunlight, dares to love her childhood friend B116A, and – the most forbidden of all – has seen the true face of her beloved beneath the mask.

But when Q becomes an Adulte, The Domicile threatens to take away everything that makes her happy. She is forced to marry an abusive soldier who demands she conform. Whispers spread about the unconventional lessons she teaches her new students. And when Q openly disobeys the Elders, the people become restless, questioning the truth of the world in the wake of such defiance. 

Rumblings of discontent stir as others begin to follow the path toward their freedom. The Revolution has begun, and Q is the spark that ignited the flames.

GUEST POST
I am a couch potato

Hello, my name is Courtney and I am a couch potato. When I think about my couch, I then think about my bum. The bum that used to run all the time and played collegiate soccer and still nags at me to start running again. But I like sitting on my bum, many amazing things have happened to me while sitting on my bum. I was sitting on my bum when my now husband asked to date me, sitting on my bum when I found out I was accepted into my masters program and then later in my doctorate, sitting on my bum the first time my husband told me he loved me and then on my bum again when he asked me to marry him. I was sitting on my bum, kinda, when I gave birth to our beautiful son and sat on it plenty afterwards holding him and nursing him. I was sitting on my bum with him in my arms directing my husband as he hung the pictures up on our gallery wall. And I was sitting on my bum when I concluded my debut novel, The Sixth Domicile. 

I have a special place on my couch in two short years which has warped with the shape of my bum. It dips and molds to the perfect contour each time I sit down. In fact, little grooves near the edge of the brown leather are starting to dimple from my heels as I often sit cross legged on it. The back of the couch used to be so puffy and firm, new and shiny. Now it sinks into itself from the pressure of my back and it’s lost a little bit of its shine from the leather wrinkling under my weight. I look at the other five seats in my living room, all the same brown leather. They are still firm and cushy, young and almost wrinkleless. But my seat is perfect with all its little imperfections because it fits my bum perfectly. The picture windows behind me allow the natural light to permeate through the air in front of me and light up the room without ever letting the sun in my eyes. I can see my whole house from where my bum and I sit, the dirt that I haven’t cleaned, the pile of towels I still have to fold, but also the toys from my son scattered on the floor and the aftermath of an awesome, delicious home cooked dinner. 

Of course this perfect, bum pleasing spot would be the place where I write. I pop my headphones into my ears and listen to whatever music is tickling my fancy at the moment, nestle my bum in for the long haul, and write and write and write. And as I look up from my computer every once in a while and see the pictures on the walls, the toys on the floor, and the dirty dishes on the counter, I’m inspired to write for me and for my family. And for all of you, couch potatoes, reading and writing and watching with your perfect seats that mold to your bum. I hope you enjoy your seat as much as I love mine.

About the author:
Courtney’s love for writing started pretty much when she learned to read, which her mother would tell you was a feat in itself back when she was in the first grade. Once she aced those flashcards with vocabulary words, Courtney’s writing took off. And her love with it. In school, she was always writing short stories on a word processor (What?? Word processor with floppy disks?). Oh yes, she literally had a card filing case full of floppy disks. 

Now getting her Doctorate in social work, she’s used this education to help her writing some of the gritty issues entwined in her stories. When Courtney isn’t writing her next book while drinking coffee, you can find her doing homework (drag) with chocolate chip flavored coffee, reading series of books (because school books are only so interesting) while drinking pumpkin flavored coffee, playing with her little boy, or daydreaming of future beach houses while drinking some other scrumptious flavor of coffee.

4 comments:

fee roberts said...

This sounds so interesting! I've always been a rebel, and conformity is not a word I use very much, except to defy it! This is definitely going on my TBR list. Thank you for another great read!

Courtney Ruggles said...

Thank you for the wonderful post! It looks amazing!

Courtney Ruggles said...

Fee, if you do let me know what you think! Love to hear your feedback!

fee roberts said...

Miss Courtney, I sure will! I've got quite a few books ahead of yours, but I will get to it as soon as I can :)