This old world ain't what it used to be. Humanity was just minding its own business when all of a sudden, spaceships filled the skies. It was First Contact. See the Drabs had been searching for a planet that was rich in Specularite (gray hematite for those unfamiliar with the term). It's a mineral they use for medicine and fuel. They'd come here to set up negotiations with us.

But there's an old earth saying, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. They brought with them hyrotitus. A germ that was as common to them as the sniffles. To humans, it was lethal. Those who were young and those who were old, perished within hours of contracting it. The only to survive were adolescents whose bodies were changing. Somehow the germ mutated them, making them stronger, smarter... more lethal.

The survivors went underground even as the Drabs began destroying everything that was human-- our literature, our art and cultures. For a hundred years mankind has tried to assimilate or hide. We identify each other by quoting human text. If we say, "To be or not to be," and the person looks at us as if we're insane, we know they are a Drab. But if they counter with another quote such as "Quoth the Raven," then we know they are one of us.

Now we're through with that. Hiding is for the old and infirmed. We are the youth and we're pissed. This is our planet, our world and we're taking it back. Drabs take note and take cover.

It is on...

Scrap Code:

If you're here, you damn well better be one of us. Cause if you're not, we will hunt you down and you will die. Painfully.

For those who are supposed to be here, this is just a quick reminder of the oath you took when you joined us.

I am a Scrap.

I am proud of my heritage.

I am proud of what I am.

Above all I swear to our three rules:

1. Don't be stoopid
(you have a brain, don't be afraid to use it)

2. Don't submit
(submissives are slaves and they're stoopid which is a lot worse than just plain stupid)

3. Don't Die
(you die, they win. end of story. end of you. end of us.)

Vocabulary:

Arnold: A name applied to any traitor or anyone who betrays someone else's trust.

Drab: The Genalytes. The alien race we despise. They take what is not theirs and have no regards for anyone but themselves.

Remnant: Anyone who possesses untainted human DNA. Though they lack the abilities of the Scraps, they are heavily guarded since they are all that's left of the human race.

Scrap: We are the mutated humans. To some we are lesser formed, but to others we are the next evolutionary step. Whatever you call us, we are the angry youth who will not submit to Drab rule.

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Q: Do the books have to be read in order?

A: Absolutely not. As with all my series, they have recurring characters and do refer to events in past books, but each one is written with new readers in mind. So if you pick up in the middle of the series or skip around, you won't miss anything.

Q: Where did you get the idea for Nevermore?

A: I actually came up with it years ago when I was a kid and saw War of the Worlds. I put a small twist on it and wondered what would have happened had the aliens brought the disease to us.

This is the story of how we learn to take back our world and of the undying human spirit.