My blood kills cancer. Yep, that's right. The big bad C word that scares just about everyone these days. My blood kills it. Dead. Dead Kennedy's invitation to the White House dead. Disappointed George Romero dead. Doesn't matter what type of cancer. It quickly finds itself outmaneuvered, surrounded, and mercilessly crushed by an iron-red phalanx.Just a few drops of my blood drops mind you, and miracles start happening. Time to get my parents back, but to do that I need to raise a l...

• A LIFE-CHANGING CURE: Imagine turning 16 and discovering your blood holds the ultimate medical miracle...• THE ULTIMATE BOUNTY: Bernard goes from an ordinary teen to the world's most valuable asset...Imagine if your blood were the cure for cancer. Winning the lottery would be a life-changer, but it wouldn't begin to compare with this. I have a cursed life. On my 16th birthday, I donated blood—yes, quite the deviation from...

Bernard is a walking miracle. His blood completely cures the most feared disease on Earth—a medical anomaly that made him the ultimate target of corporate greed and human desperation. Fresh off a heart-pounding escape engineered by his friends, Bernard finds refuge in a makeshift sanctuary. But safety is an illusion. Trapped in an apartment where his tutor is secretly scouting the room and his allies' parents are breathing down his neck, Bernard realizes he is still over a barrel....

The hunt intensifies in Part III of the pulse-pounding YA serial thriller.Just a few drops of Bernard's blood can make miracles happen. Unfortunately, those same drops have put a massive target on his back. Now, Bernard and his trusted ally Alexis are forced into a high-stakes game of smoke and mirrors. To protect Bernard from being hunted by big pharma and desperate syndicates, they must bury the truth deep. But orchestrating a flawless cover-up is easier said tha...

Adamic is the language of the Gods. When spoken, it has the power to create worlds, to raise the dead, to make man as God. Fortunately, no one has spoken it in thousands of years. The only remnants are the written spells.The people of Cavernum depend on these spells. They’re etched into the city walls, fending off the feeders—deadly creatures with a thirst for human blood. They kill and consume any caught beyond the walls. Yet for the lower class, Cavernum isn’t mu...