Blog Tour: The Sowing by K. Makansi

02 April 2014

The Sowing by K. Makansi
Publication date: August 19th 2013
Genres: Dystopia, Young Adult

Remy Alexander was born into the elite meritocracy of the Okarian Sector. From an early age, she and her friends were programmed for intellectual and physical superiority through specialized dietary regimes administered by the Okarian Agricultural Consortium. But when her older sister Tai was murdered in a brutal classroom massacre, her parents began to suspect foul play. They fled the Sector, taking their surviving daughter underground to join the nascent Resistance movement. But now, three years later, Remy’s former schoolgirl crush, Valerian Orleán, is put in charge of hunting and destroying the Resistance. As Remy and her friends race to unravel the mystery behind her sister’s murder, Vale is haunted by the memory of his friendship with Remy and is determined to find out why she disappeared. As the Resistance begins to fight back against the Sector, and Vale and Remy search for the answers to their own questions, the two are set on a collision course that could bring everyone together—or tear everything apart.


K. Makansi is the pen name for the writing triumvirate consisting of Amira, Elena, and Kristina Makansi. Two sisters and their mother, the three women developed a passionate interest in science fiction as a way to write about issues of food sovereignty and food justice. Elena is pursuing a degree in environmental studies at Oberlin College in Ohio, and will graduate in May of 2014. Amira was a history student at the University of Chicago whose day job working in the cellar of a winery (and constantly being splattered with wine) keeps her busy when she’s not writing. And Kristy owns and operates Blank Slate Press, an independent publishing company based out of St. Louis, and is a partner at Treehouse Publishing Group, a company providing editorial and design services to aspiring authors. When not writing or reading, the three can be found having animated discussions around the dinner table, sharing a good bottle of wine, or taking long walks in the park eagerly plotting out their next book.


I see a pair of black, shiny military-issue boots emerge from the hovercar and crunch on the gravel and broken glass. I look up to try to identify the face atop the boots but the light is too bright, and I can’t see. I pull my Bolt out from under me and aim it at the faceless boots.

“They’re surrounded, sir,” I hear someone say. “The target is trapped in the building.”

What target? Trapped in the building? Oh, god…

“Eli, they’re coming for you,” I pant. “Get out.”

“What?” he shouts back at me.

I breathe through the pain, prop myself up, and watch as the face that’s been haunting me for the last three years materializes above the boots. His grey eyes are full of concern, his face set into a grim expression as he stares me down. All I see is his stiff commander’s uniform, the shiny, brand-new hovercar waiting behind him, his perfectly polished boots. My heart thuds against my rib cage so hard it feels like it has a life of its own, a history and a future independent of anything I’ve ever been or will be. I grit my teeth so hard I think my jaw might shatter, and point the gun at Valerian Orleán.

“Remy, your leg.” He looks down at the Bolt pointed at him with a sickening expression of anger and anguish. He opens his palm to me like a peace offering, as though he seriously expects me to put my hand in his. “Are you okay?”

How can he be so calm when I’ve got a Bolt pointed at his heart?

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  1. Uh now that excerpt is interesting, girl. I have seen this blog tour but sadly I cannot join all the fun. Thank you for sharing, Barbara :)