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Immortality was supposed to save us. Instead, it’s tearing us apart.
In a dark future, the revolutionary serum ReGen Essence gave humanity the gift of eternal youth—but it came with a price no one was ready to pay. A brutal Population Control Law now governs who can live, who can die, and who can be born.
When one woman’s secret pregnancy turns her into public enemy number one, she must fight to stay ahead of a merciless government and the horrors of the infected—the failed remnants of humanity’s greed for eternal life.
In a world where survival means obeying the rules, her defiance could spark a revolution.
Fast-paced, intense, and unrelenting, Thy Birthright is a dystopian thriller series that will leave you breathless until the very last page.
In a dark future, the revolutionary serum ReGen Essence gave humanity the gift of eternal youth—but it came with a price no one was ready to pay. A brutal Population Control Law now governs who can live, who can die, and who can be born.
When one woman’s secret pregnancy turns her into public enemy number one, she must fight to stay ahead of a merciless government and the horrors of the infected—the failed remnants of humanity’s greed for eternal life.
In a world where survival means obeying the rules, her defiance could spark a revolution.
Fast-paced, intense, and unrelenting, Thy Birthright is a dystopian thriller series that will leave you breathless until the very last page.
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🌍 A World on the Brink. A Mother’s Unyielding Fight.
In a dystopian future where time is bought and life is a crime, Samantha Lee discovers she’s pregnant—an act punishable by death under the brutal Population Control Law. Refusing to surrender her unborn child, she flees into the wilderness, pursued by the ruthless Population Control Task Force (PCTF). But survival is just the beginning. Behind the promise of ReGen Essence, a revolutionary life-extending serum, lies a dark secret--a horrifying infection that threatens to consume what remains of humanity. As Samantha fights to protect her child, rebellion stirs in the shadows. With society unraveling, the battle for hope, survival, and the right to live begins. 💥 For fans of The Last of Us and World War Z, Thy Birthright delivers an emotional, high-stakes thriller about humanity’s deepest instincts—and what we’ll risk for the ones we love. 📖 Available now in Kindle and Paperback! https://a.co/d/0bDN4Lq |
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 Today, while rummaging through Grandpa’s storage, I found something I hadn’t seen in years—one of my childhood drawings. The paper was yellowed, the edges curled, but the pencil lines were still there, faint but familiar. It was one of those drawings I used to make back when we’d visit Grandpa, my little hands gripping crayons too tightly as I scribbled pictures of mountains, trees, and stick-figure versions of my family.
I ran my fingers over the faded image, and just like that, a memory surfaced—not of my grandfather, but of Sydney. I was in grade school when we first met. She was two grades ahead of me, already taller, more confident, while I was the quiet girl who barely spoke. My English wasn’t good yet. Mom and Dad always spoke Korean at home, and though I was learning, I struggled. Most kids ignored me or, worse, laughed at the way my words came out twisted, clumsy. I got used to being alone. Then one afternoon, I was sitting on a bench during recess, sketching quietly on my sketchpad—the only thing that made me feel like I belonged somewhere. I was so focused on my drawing that I didn’t even notice someone standing behind me. “Hey, those are amazing drawings.” I looked up, startled. A girl with messy blonde hair and bright, curious eyes stood there, smiling at me. Sydney. I didn’t know what to say, so I just nodded. But instead of leaving, she plopped down beside me and asked, “Wanna come play with us?” And just like that, I wasn’t alone anymore. From then on, Sydney and I were inseparable. We did everything together—played, ate lunch, laughed at stupid jokes. She never made fun of my crooked English. Instead, she helped me. She’d point out words, repeat things slowly, and even make me watch cartoons and TV shows with her to help me understand better. I remember those days so clearly. The afternoons spent watching reruns of sitcoms, her voice chiming in with explanations whenever I looked confused. The way she stood up for me whenever other kids made fun of my accent. The late-night sleepovers where we whispered about our futures, making silly promises about where we’d live and who we’d marry. She was my best friend. Now, as I sit here, staring at this old drawing, I wonder where she is. If she’s safe. If her baby is safe. I never got the chance to tell her everything—to tell her how much she meant to me, to tell her that she was the reason I never gave up trying to fit into this world. I hope she’s okay. I hope she’s alive. And if she is… I hope she knows I haven’t forgotten her. - Samantha Follow Samantha's Journey in Thy Birthright: Foreshadowing. Now Available in Print and Kindle versions. https://a.co/d/cBG9pv #ThyBirthright #IFY #DystopianThriller #BookTrailer #PostApocalyptic #SciFiBooks #Bookstagram #TheLastOfUsFans #TheWalkingDead #SurvivalHorror #BookLovers #IndieBooks #NewBookRelease #EdgeOfYourSeat #darkfuture  The past few days, the cramps and back pain have been worse. It’s not unbearable, but it’s constant—a dull ache that never really goes away. Saul has been helping the best way he can, giving me light massages and rubbing my lower back whenever I need it. It helps. His hands are warm, careful, and I swear, for those few minutes, I feel like I can breathe again.
Sometimes, I catch him watching me when he thinks I don’t notice. His eyes linger on my stomach, his face a mix of awe and worry. He doesn’t say it out loud, but I know he’s scared. I am too. We’re so far from everything, from anyone who could help if something went wrong. But I can’t let myself think like that. I have to believe we’ll be okay. Yesterday, we caught some news on the TV after dinner. The anchor was talking about how PCTF supply trucks were ambushed by rebel groups. They showed clips of burning vehicles, soldiers carrying wounded men, and the remnants of a battle fought in the middle of some backroad. I don’t know why, but I thought of him again. That PCTF agent I shot back at the hotel months ago. I still don’t know if I killed him, and maybe I never will, but seeing those images made me wonder—how dangerous is their job, really? Are they all just ruthless enforcers, or are some of them just like us? Caught in the middle of something bigger than they ever asked for? For so long, I’ve seen them as the enemy. They are the reason I had to run. The reason I might never see my parents again. But what if they’re just trying to survive too? The thought unsettles me. Despite everything, something incredible has been happening. I can feel the baby moving. It started a little over a week ago—just tiny flutters at first, soft enough that I almost thought I imagined it. But now? It’s unmistakable. Little kicks, nudges, rolls. Sometimes, I place Saul’s hand over my stomach so he can feel it too. The first time he felt it, he froze. His eyes went wide, and for a second, I thought he might cry. He didn’t say much—just smiled, shook his head in disbelief, and whispered, “Wow.” The baby is growing fast, strong. Every movement is a reminder that, against all odds, he or she is alive. I can’t wait to meet them. To hold them, protect them, love them. No matter what happens, this baby is coming into the world. And I’ll be damned if I let anyone take that away from me. - Samantha Follow Samantha's Journey in Thy Birthright: Foreshadowing. Now Available in Print and Kindle versions. https://a.co/d/cBG9pvk  Day… I Don’t Even Know Anymore – The Seasons Are Changing
The wind is colder today. I sat by the window this morning, watching the leaves drift down from the trees. Fall is almost here. The forest is changing, the bright greens fading into warm yellows and deep oranges. It’s beautiful in a way, but it also reminds me how much time has passed. How long we’ve been here. Last night, I dreamt of Mom and Dad. It felt so real, like I was home again, sitting at the kitchen table while Mom cooked and Dad laughed at one of his own terrible jokes. I woke up with an ache in my chest so deep it hurt to breathe. Are they safe? Do they think about me as much as I think about them? I want to hear their voices, even just once. But I can’t. I removed the SIM card from my phone weeks ago. If I tried to call them, even for a second, I could put them in danger. It’s better this way. That’s what I keep telling myself. My belly is getting bigger now. I run my hands over it sometimes, trying to imagine what’s happening inside. A little life, growing. Moving. Existing. The morning sickness isn’t as bad anymore, but now it’s replaced by something else—the weirdest cravings. One day, I couldn’t stop thinking about Sundae—Korean blood sausage. The next, it was grilled octopus. Then there was the time I sat there daydreaming about mango with shrimp paste, my mouth practically watering just from the thought of it. It’s funny, in a way. Cravings are supposed to be a normal part of pregnancy, but here? In the middle of nowhere, with no grocery stores, no restaurants, no way to get anything remotely close to what I want? It feels like torture. I haven’t told Saul. I know him. If he knew, he’d do everything in his power to find a way to get it for me. He’d march down the mountain, hunt through Rockwell, risk everything—just to bring back something ridiculous like a grilled octopus or a bowl of blood sausage. And I can’t let him do that. So I keep it to myself. I tell him I’m fine. And most of the time, I almost believe it. But some nights, when everything is quiet, I close my eyes and pretend I’m back home, sitting at the dinner table, Mom placing a hot bowl of food in front of me, Dad making a joke about eating for two. And for just a moment, it doesn’t feel like the world is falling apart. - Samantha Follow Samantha's Journey in Thy Birthright: Foreshadowing. Now Available in Print and Kindle versions. https://a.co/d/cBG9pvk |
