The Killing Jar
The Extraction Files #1
Earth is dying, circling the drain on life support. The future of the human race depends on space exploration, but they’re running out of time. Parasitic insects are systematically killing the best scientific minds but no one knows why.
Mable Wilkinson is the last hope to figure it out, she just doesn’t know it yet. For years, her resourcefulness, intelligence, and penchant for problem-solving have put her at the top of a very short list of researchers, only she doesn’t want to be part of it.
Cast out at sixteen, Mable wrote off the problems of the world long ago. Now, her focus is on Hadley, her adopted little sister, and teaching her to survive in the cut-throat underground. Instead, both Mable and Hadley fall into the hands of the program’s recruiter, Silas Arrenstein, and he’s determined to have one of them. Mable can join up with the man and program who killed her brother, or she can leave Hadley to the same fate.
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"I absolutely loved how complex this book was. The more you read, the more you realize how McCoy had to fit all the pieces of each characters' story together to form the bigger picture. You start noticing how each character is linked to the other. I constantly found myself drawing imaginary lines connecting everyone together." ~Tamara, An Infinite Book Blog
"Prepare for the chaotic, the deceitful, the hopeful and the resigned, as R.S. McCoy shuttles us between different POVs in a mad race to stay alive between the pages of The Killing Jar." ~Dianne, Tome Tender Book Blog
"I absolutely loved the world building. Even more than the characters, this was probably my favorite aspect of the book. It was so easy to visualize all the different settings-the domed cities, the underground, the LRF, the greenhouse on the moon! I would love to see these come to life on screen some day!" ~Elle, Perusing Pages Book Blog
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Mable’s gloved fist flew into the dark, striking nothing but air as Rowen dodged.
“Marry her son? As in Connor?” Rowen asked, all too aware of the ‘prince’ of the Root.
“Can you believe that shit?” she seethed, launching another failed punch while blocking his attempt at her ribs.
“It makes sense actually.”
In the pitch black cave, well away from the center of the city, Mable kept her eyes closed, listening for the sound of Rowen’s feet moving along the ground, the air pumping in and out of his lungs.
Mable would never be able to see like a Dark One.
And she would never marry one.
Satisfied she had located him in the dark, she threw a punch. Again nothing.
“You’re angry.” Rowen’s voice sounded louder in the pure dark. Mable couldn’t tell if he was making fun of her. “You know better than to fight when you’re mad. You don’t think clearly, you don’t listen. It’s dangerous,” he continued, but it only infuriated her more.
“So you think I should?” She wanted to kill him for even suggesting such a thing. Mable threw a fist in anger, but instead of contact, she only felt his feet sweep her onto her back. Her spine slammed painfully into the uneven floor. Without her vision, she struggled to reorient.
“No, I said it makes sense that she’d want it.” Rowen’s voice was close, his breath skipped across the sweat that clung to her cheek. “Don’t put words in my mouth.”
She knew he must be crouched right beside her.
Mable swung her knee toward her chest and caught him hard in the back of his head. Rowen screamed in pain and surprise as he rushed to the other side of the room.
“Damn! I didn’t say you should do it!”
Mable could hear the rustling of his medium-length locks as he stroked his injured head and felt her anger turn to guilt—but only a little.
She rotated around him, careful to keep moving. “Then what? Risk pissing her off?”
“That’s always a risk, but no, I don’t think she’d be willing to compromise. It’s not her way.”
Rowen’s fist flew out of the dark and barely missed her shoulder. She dodged at the last second.
“Just because your father’s a Collector doesn’t mean you know how to fight.” Mable continued moving around him. In fact, Collectors were notoriously awful at neutralizing anyone with a background in combat. There weren’t enough of them to warrant the training.
His voice sounded to the left, much closer than she’d thought. “Just because I’m training you doesn’t mean I taught you everything I know.”
Mable had known Rowen for almost a year. He was one of the first people she had met in the Root, and he had started training her soon after. She knew him well enough to know he was about to pull his last move.
She wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction of beating her. Not again.
Estimating his position, Mable lunged at him. Her feet pushed off the stone floor and picked up speed. Her fist cocked back for the final blow.
But Rowen would always be better, stronger.
The flat of his palm caught her square on the sternum and pushed the air from her lungs in an instant. Her body catapulted to the ground. Her back struck the unforgiving stone floor for the second time.
While the impact along her sore back stung, she knew it would be worse when her head struck the stone. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d been knocked out during one of their matches. She fell as if slowly, feeling her neck snap back, waiting for her head to strike.
Instead, her head landed in Rowen’s palm.