Blog Tour: The Exemeus

Welcome to my stop on The Exemeus blog tour by Folami Morris and Abeni Morris hosted by YA Bound.  Click HERE to see the rest of the blog tour schedule!

Hyalee Smith is dead, she just doesn’t know it yet.

Her short life was devoted to love and to hate. Love of the man who stole her heart, hate for the man who stole the world. Murdered by the government she swore to destroy, she has been given another chance to make it right. But to save the planet, she needs the help of the most powerful mystic the world has ever seen—unfortunately he hasn’t been born yet. 

In a world where fear is the only currency, Dephon has committed the ultimate crime:inspiring hope.

His only goal is to make it safely through ninth grade, but on a post-apocalyptic Earth run by the Treptonian government, it isn’t that simple. Heir to a legendary power, Dephon Johnson is the only threat to the government’s rule. And on Trepton, all threats must be eliminated. When hundreds of assassins are dispatched to neutralize him, Dephon is forced to fight back. His only chance of survival is to enlist the aid of the greatest warrior the world has ever known. The only problem is, she's been dead for 13 years.


Singleton stopped the vehicle and hopped out. “Come on,” he said, leading the way through the 

brush. What else could I do? I jumped out of the car and followed.

Smoke was billowing through the air, and it took me a few moments to realize I seemed strangely 

immune to any effects of the fire. Singleton had stopped inches from the flames.

“You’re way to close!” I shouted--and I had to shout to be heard, because the fire was roaring. 

“You’re going to burn to death!”

He turned and looked at me, and without looking away from me for a second he took a deep breath 

and stepped backward into the flames.

For a moment I couldn't move, couldn't say anything. It came to me in a flash that he had decided 

he didn't want to live if we couldn't be together. Was he insane?

“No!” I screamed as I rushed forward. I had no idea what I was going to do, but I had to do 

something. I loved him. I could survive without touching him, seeing him, hearing him, but I 

couldn't live without knowing he was alive. I ran frantically toward the flames, trying to locate him 

in their glowing embers.

Instinctively, I knew what I had to do. I thought cooling thoughts, water-filled thoughts as I yelled 

his name, my voice cracking to be heard over the deafening noise of the inferno. A strong hand 

reached out, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me into the fire.