{"product_id":"primitives-isbn-9781628601336","title":"Primitives","description":"\u003cb\u003eFrom \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author Erich Krauss comes \u003ci\u003ePrimitives,\u003c\/i\u003e the story of two unlikely heroes thrust into a post-apocalyptic mission to restore humanity.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNamed as \"One of the 19 best science fiction books of 2022...\"\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e-Business Insider\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\"\u003ci\u003ePrimitives\u003c\/i\u003e easily earns a score of 4 out of 4 for its thrilling adventure and masterful storytelling. It would most appeal to fans of science fiction looking for a gritty, fascinating, post-apocalyptic world and a daring adventure. As for me, it has been a very long time since a book has grabbed me the way this one did, and I can see myself reading it again and again. \u003ci\u003ePrimitives\u003c\/i\u003e has earned itself a permanent place on my bookshelf.”\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e- OnlineBookClub\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"This plotline.....unfolds with enough twists and turns to keep readers invested, and the satisfying ending will have readers curious about what Krauss does next.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e-\u003ci\u003ePublisher's Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThirty years after The Great Fatigue infected the globe—and the treatment regressed most of the human race to a primitive state—Seth Keller makes a gruesome discovery in his adoptive father’s makeshift lab. This revelation forces him to leave the safety of his desert home and the only other person left in the world…at least, as far as he knows.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eThree thousand miles away in the jungles of Costa Rica, Sarah Peoples has made her own discovery—just as horrific, and just as life-changing. It will take her far from the fledgling colony of New Haven, yet never out of reach of its ruthless authoritarian leader.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eOn separate journeys a world apart, Seth and Sarah find themselves swept up in a deadly race to save humankind. Their fates will come crashing together in an epic struggle between good and evil, where the differences aren’t always clear. Among the grim realities of civilization’s demise, they discover that the remaining survivors may pose an even greater threat than the abominations they were taught to fear.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eFighting for their lives, they’re confronted with a haunting question.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eDoes humanity deserve to survive?\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003ePrimitives,\u003c\/i\u003e the first book of this saga, is a tale of bravery and self-discovery found in the ruins of a dying world, where the darkest sides of human nature are revealed.\u003c\/b\u003e | Named as \"One of The 19 best science fiction books of 2022 ...according to Goodreads\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Business Insider\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"This plotline.....unfolds with enough twists and turns to keep readers invested, and the satisfying ending will have readers curious about what Krauss does next.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003c\/b\u003ePublisher's Weekly\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003ePrimitives\u003c\/i\u003e easily earns a score of 4 out of 4 for its thrilling adventure and masterful storytelling. It would most appeal to fans of science fiction looking for a gritty, fascinating, post-apocalyptic world and a daring adventure. As for me, it has been a very long time since a book has grabbed me the way this one did, and I can see myself reading it again and again. Primitives has earned itself a permanent place on my bookshelf.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003c\/b\u003eOnlineBookClub\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"MUST READ.\u003ci\u003e Primitives\u003c\/i\u003e was a book right in my alley. As a lover of dystopian, it's safe to say that it not only reached my expectations but exceeded them as well. An amazing read that is entertaining and perfect for dystopian lovers!\"\u003ci\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003c\/b\u003eReedsy\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"At 414 pages, I read it in three days; it turned out to be a real page turner..\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003c\/b\u003eChris Hassekus, Beamer Books\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"An absolute page-turner from the start! Krauss conjures up a dystopian future where horrors from the past shape a vicious new reality. This fresh take on the genre will keep you guessing until the very end.\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003c\/b\u003eGlen Cordoza, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\"Primitives\u003c\/i\u003e takes you on one hell of a post-apocalyptic adventure…I got so caught up in the story, I found myself repacking my bug-out bag, just in case!\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003c\/b\u003eForrest Griffin, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author and former UFC Light Heavyweight Champion\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“Propulsive, high-stakes and highly readable...”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eDark Paradigm\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e | Erich Krauss is a \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author and has written more than thirty books. For more than two decades he traveled the globe searching for inspiration for his writing, including fighting professionally in Muay Thai bouts in Thailand, living with an Indian tribe deep in the Amazon, hang gliding throughout Central America, and bicycling across the United States and Canada. While writing on the road, he dreamed up a new publishing model where author and publisher work closely together to bring the best possible books to market. In 2006 he created Victory Belt Publishing and applied this model, which quickly led to a host of runaway \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e and international bestsellers. After more than fifteen years as president and publisher of Victory Belt, Krauss took a step back in 2020 to revisit his passion—writing fiction. Drawing from his world travels as well as the current global health crisis, he wrote \u003ci\u003ePrimitives,\u003c\/i\u003e a post-apocalyptic thriller in the vein of two of his favorite novels, \u003ci\u003eWorld War\u003c\/i\u003e \u003ci\u003eZ \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eThe Road.\u003c\/i\u003e | \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003ePROLOGUE\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eSETH\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eIt’s getting late in the day, and the body isn’t going to burn itself.\u003cbr\u003eI turn away from the endless expanse of sand and sagebrush and shift my gaze skyward. Sixty feet above me at the top of the butte, a hand dangles off the side of a steel platform.\u003cbr\u003eI grip the metal handle and start cranking. With each rotation, thick cables move, and the platform inches downward. Eventually, the winch stops with a clank, the grinding of its rusty gears replaced by a gentle crinkling in the arid breeze.\u003cbr\u003eAs usual, the figure strapped to the platform is double-wrapped in a translucent white sheet of industrial plastic—the Professor bought rolls and rolls of the stuff before the whole world went to hell. The plastic is stained crimson in multiple places. The first set of stains I was expecting—the ring of red around the crown of the head has become a hallmark of the Professor’s research. But the second set makes me shudder, even under the blazing afternoon sun.\u003cbr\u003eHaphazard splotches adorn the lower abdomen. Stranger still, this figure is significantly smaller than most. I always release the younglings, so it must be a female. But I haven’t caught one in over a year, and his subjects tend to last three months at most.\u003cbr\u003eNot for the first time, I wonder how it came to this. When I was a child, this platform carried my shivering body down at dawn to hunt and fish. Later in the day, I’d stand in the same spot I am now, shouting until the Professor’s smiling face appeared overhead, followed by the whirring of the electric motor.\u003cbr\u003eIt had been good, once—almost good enough to make me forget we were the last two people left. Then the Professor’s illness got worse, and his moods turned dark. Our lithium battery banks started to fade too, as if his disease were infecting all aspects of our lives. One by one, he began dismantling the devices from his former life to put their precious parts to better uses. The television, the stereo, even the winch’s motor, all gutted to keep equipment in his laboratory operational.\u003cbr\u003eEach year we drifted further away from a world I never knew, and as my hand-me-down clothes became tattered, as my survival tools became more primitive, as I resorted to climbing the sheer cliff face to reach our home up on the butte, my life became strikingly similar to the lives of the creatures I hunt. But, looking back, losing our tethers to the old world wasn’t what forever altered our reality out here in the Utah desert. What changed everything was the nature of the Professor’s experiments.\u003cbr\u003e“What aren’t you telling me?” I say to myself. A bad habit, one that tends to develop when the only ears around to hear you are your own.\u003cbr\u003eThe cables creak as I mount the platform and start unfastening the straps. As the last one comes loose, the body lets out a sickly belch. The gas burns my nostrils as it leaves the cadaver. A common occurrence at this time of year—one I never seem to get used to.\u003cbr\u003eStaring at the bloody plastic, I can make out the vague outline of a face within. I deserve to know the truth. I fetch specimen after specimen, and for what? Just this once, I want to unwrap that sheet and find out for myself what the hell is going on. He’d never even have to know.\u003cbr\u003eI stare out at the desert. Aside from a fresh sidewinder trail in the dirt, no signs of life disturb the landscape. If you don’t count the Andes, we really are alone out here—if I believe the Professor, we’re all alone in the entire world.\u003cbr\u003eI look back to the wrapped figure, so efficiently removed from existence. I want to feel pity, but in the back of my mind, I picture a destroyed campsite with blood and bodies everywhere, and a tiny bundle shrieking beneath a juniper tree. I’ve only ever seen this scene in my imagination, but the Professor filled in all the gruesome details of how he found me. Knowing what I know, can I ever truly feel anything for them? They’d do the same or worse to me if they got the chance. My slaughtered parents are proof of that—and the Professor is the only reason I’m not in the ground beside them.\u003cbr\u003eI dip to a knee and heft the bundled corpse onto one shoulder before trudging off through the brush. I reach a ring of stones with blackened remnants in the center and set her down just outside it. Using the seven-inch blade of my Ka-Bar utility knife—the first tool the Professor ever gave me—I strip and feather several large branches, then build a small pyre and begin stuffing kindling beneath.\u003cbr\u003eThe orange sky has dissolved into rich purple hues by the time I finish. I lift the body and place her on top. The wood shifts slightly, and she nearly tumbles off, but in the end, the structure holds. Not my best work, but it’ll do the job.\u003cbr\u003eSparks fly as flint strikes steel. After a few minutes of careful blowing, I stand back to watch the flames lick at the evening sky. I should get back to the butte and put this ugliness behind me. Andes have no love of fire, but I still feel exposed out here, standing next to this beacon in the growing dark. And yet I can’t take my eyes off the form lying on the pyre.\u003cbr\u003eAs the plastic melts and her skin burns, wrinkling and curling, fat dripping like wax, I wonder if she was old enough to have witnessed the world before. Had she been a little girl when everything came crashing down, or was she born what she is now, wandering the wilderness with no concept of the life she’d only just missed?\u003cbr\u003eI can hear the Professor’s voice—\u003ci\u003eDaydreaming serves no practical purpose!\u003c\/i\u003e I head back through the deepening night, toward the butte, the Professor, and the only life I have ever known.\u003cbr\u003eWhat I wouldn’t give for someone to talk to.","brand":"Briar Road Books","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46305264992485,"sku":"NP9781628601336","price":22.95,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9781628601336.jpg?v=1767735101","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/primitives-isbn-9781628601336","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}