By John Dixon
WINNER OF THE BRAM STOKER AWARD FOR stronger success IN a tender grownup NOVEL
John Dixon’s significantly acclaimed Phoenix Island reads like “Lord of the Flies meets Wolverine and Cool Hand Luke” (F. Paul Wilson, author of Repairman Jack). For fanatics of The Bourne Identity, Alex Rider, and Melissa Marr.
The pass judgement on instructed Carl that sooner or later he’d need to make a decision precisely what sort of individual he may turn into. yet on Phoenix Island, the alternative should be made for him.
A champion boxer with a pointy hook and a quick mood, sixteen-year-old Carl Freeman has been shuffled from foster domestic to foster domestic. He can’t appear to remain out of trouble—using his fists to guard weaker classmates from bullies. His most up-to-date incident sends his opponent to the emergency room, and now the courtroom is sending Carl to the worst position in the world: Phoenix Island.
Classified as a “terminal facility,” it’s the top of the road for delinquents who've no domestic, no relations, and no destiny. situated someplace remote the coast of the United States—and proof against its laws—the island is a grueling Spartan-style boot camp run by means of sadistic drill sergeants who exhibit no mercy to their younger, orphan trainees. Sentenced to stick until eventually his eighteenth birthday, Carl plans to play by way of the foundations, so he makes neighbors along with his wisecracking bunkmate, Ross, and a mysterious gray-eyed lady named Octavia. yet he makes enemies, too, and after a number of tough scrapes, he earns himself the nickname “Hollywood” in addition to a string of punishments, together with a brutal evening within the “sweatbox.” yet that’s not anything in comparison to what awaits him within the “Chop Shop”—a mystery executive lab the place Carl is given anything he by no means dreamed of.
A new life…A new physique. a brand new mind. presents from the fatherly outdated guy, who desires to rework Carl into whatever he’s unsure he desires to develop into. For this can be no usual executive venture. Phoenix Island is floor 0 for the way forward for wrestle intelligence.
And for Carl, it’s just the start…
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Exhibit the 1st sergeant recognize! cognizance! ” Carl had noticeable sufficient warfare video clips to understand what that intended. He stood directly together with his hands at his facets after which done what he considered a salute. A compact girl with very darkish pores and skin looked him coolly. Raised traces of scar tissue, stacked as well as ranked infantrymen, laddered her cheeks. conversing with an African lilt, she acknowledged, “Do now not salute me, younger guy. I paintings for a residing. Rejoin the ranks. ” “Yes, First Sergeant,” Carl acknowledged, and, reducing his hand, jogged again towards the youngsters.
Yeah? ” “Look,” Campbell stated. “I don’t want a blood brother. I’m now not searching for neighbors. ” “Fine through me,” Carl stated. He remembered the “barbershop”—half a dozen folding chairs arrange at the loading dock the place they’d been issued boots and bedding—and remembered the transparent experience of that second as a turning element, of the sergeants elevating the stakes by means of truly shaving their heads, like they have been quite within the military or whatever. He remembered the thrill and whine of the razor, men coming off the chair having a look shocked, Campbell on deck, attempting to speak his means out of it, calling the dreadlocks a part of his faith.
He hit the floor working, fell, rolled, and, opposed to all odds, popped up working back. Birds squawked loudly into the air, as though feeling the soreness that raged via his battered physique. Leaves and branches slapped into him as he hurtled downhill, anticipating at any moment to suppose the boar’s tusk minimize into his legs. ultimately the floor leveled out back, and he learned the bushes have been thinning, wall of vibrant sunshine burned simply forward. a ways at the back of him, an indignant squeal lower the air, and Carl grew to become to determine the massive boar waddling again uphill, taking a look risky and proud at having defended its territory.
He’d simply been following Stark’s orders? Implications shuddered via him. “Did you set me locations the place you knew I’d slip up? ” Stark laughed. “You make me sound just like the villain from a few loopy conspiracy conception. ” “Am I correct? ” Carl requested, his knuckles beginning to discomfort. “Did you put me up? ” “Set you up? ” Stark requested, the same as he was once harm by way of the query. all of sudden, his smile died, and his eyes went darkish. “I stored you. ” In that second, every little thing replaced, Stark’s anger clicking into position with the easy potency of a cocked hammer.
A flight of birds lifted, squawking into the cover. The bushes, larger the following, taller, rose limblessly up like such a lot of columns, branching out some distance overhead to dam lots of the gentle. Down at the floor, every thing used to be dim and funky and damp. right here and there, gentle fell in heavy shafts, status out in sharp distinction with the gloom. “We,” Ross stated, shaking his head, “are formally screwed. ” A mosquito buzzed in her ear. She swatted it. Medicaid waddled up, leaned over Ross for probably seconds, and saved strolling.