Tokyo Narita

By Leilani Graceffa

What would you do in Eva's situation?

 

An unjustly infamous convict, now fugitive, Eva Vega, escapes a possible execution sentence.

 

When she reunites with her best friend, Hunter Zadlin, and flees to his apartment complex with him, they meet with two other friends. Eventually creating and going through with a ploy to overthrow the dictator of Tokyo Narita.

 

After sneaking into the Chancellery, later running into her former keeper, they uncover one of the many secrets the dictator concealed since the beginning of his dictatorship. Repulsed by the contents of the secret, Eva threatens to expose all of them to the citizens. But not without a fight.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Leilani Graceffa
• Release date: Jun 1, 2020
• ISBN: 9781735095257

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Tokyo

Narita

Leilani

Graceffa

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2020 Leilani Graceffa

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission from the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review.

First ebook edition June 2020

Book cover design by Leilani Graceffa

ISBN 978-1-7350952-5-7 (Ebook)

ISBN 978-1-7350952-3-3 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-7350952-4-0 (Hardcover)

For more information, visit www.leilanigraceffa.com.

Discrimination: the unjust or prejudicial treatment of different categories of people or things, especially on the grounds of race, age, or sex.

For Christina, Charlie, Emily, all of the smiles familiar with the feeling of this story and whom this may concern.

Chapter 1

I’m not trying to die, I don’t want to die, but the bureaucracy chooses otherwise. If I don’t keep moving, they will find me hiding in this range, not even considering extending my date. They’ll execute me as quickly and ruthlessly as possible. But I’m not letting them do a damn thing to me, not anymore.

The light lines engraved into the rings’ border walls are illuminating red. They are usually viridian; they know I’m on the loose. My turquoise hair and watercolored sleeve tattoos do not blend in with the falling snow up here, neither does my orange prison sweats and black tank top. If an officer spies me, I will be the dictator’s mounted example of all of my people’s eventual fate.

My keeper, Ivan Andrade, made me blow a fuse saying degrading shit to me, believing I wouldn’t eventually attack him. Since he’s the second most important