The catch? It's a live battle to the death, where the competition is fierce and even the winners leave damaged.Let's meet the PlayersĬandice Marie Pruett- Just barely 18, this intimidating Bounty Hunter resides in the Recovery Zones of Ohio and has a long record of excessive force. Males have been enslaved for their own protection, and the only way to get a mate, to have a family at all, is to enter the Network Games and win. May someone help each of you the way you’ve helped me.Five hundred years in the future, almost every baby born is female. Self-sufficiency is an indescribable gift, especially when you grow up poor. I wouldn’t have this life if not for all of you. You haven’t laughed until you’ve seen newborn kittens playing in the weeds.

I now write full time and live on a small ranch with my family and our clowder of barn cats. Everyone else just seems to want that green shit. There aren’t many of us left who want to be good at what we do. Chase that, starting right now, and the next time someone asks who you are, tell them you’re an immovable force, a wild dreamer, a hopeful comet shooting toward the goals that orbit your existence.

Sometimes, you’ll find a life that satisfies you more than you ever thought was possible. Here’s some free advice: Follow your dreams, even when the world says it’s crazy. That’s a hard question to answer if you’re still trying to get there. I am building, and living, the American dream. It's a long way to go before children study my work in schools, but I’m still just as hot for it now as I was in that musty classroom in 7th grade. I have twenty novels out, and thousands of fans. Thanks to that drive, the fire she finished waking, I live off my writing and run my own publishing company. I’ll never know if she did it intentionally, but it worked for me.

I also adore her for waking my brain to the possibility that someday I might be as good as one of the iconic writers who frame the world of literature. I took that to heart and turned in an A- paper with a rookie mistake that prevented me from getting the respect I wanted from that lady. High, a teacher told our class none of us could match the classic authors we would be studying we weren’t good enough. That was my first real work, where writing became solace for me. The school library still has it, as far as I know. I published my first book in elementary school-Mystery of the Missing Tabby.

The Changeling by Angela White