Look who got a makeover!

I’ve just released new editions of The Forgotten Ones trilogy (all three books) and to celebrate, I’m giving away not only Book I (Oceans) but for the first time ever, I’m also giving away Book II (Suns) (Kindle only).

What began last December as a one-week project to “tighten up” a few sentences turned into an eight-month labor of love. What can I say? I absolutely love Maia’s story and wanted it to ✨shine✨ 

All three books have new back covers, and The Weight of a Thousand Oceans is now an expanded edition with multiple extended scenes and an all-new prologue.

The giveaway is happening on Amazon RIGHT NOW,
​so grab your copies as this promotion is only available for a limited time!

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(OCEANS)

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(SUNS)

If you haven’t given The Forgotten Ones trilogy a try, here’s an opportunity to check it out.
If you’ve already read the books but think you may like to read them again, definitely scoop up these new editions!
(If you own the books on Kindle, you may need to delete the old editions before Amazon lets you download the new ones).

Thank you for your lovely support and happy reading!

xo
​Jillian

You’re not supposed to stare at the sun.

That’s what Maia’s grandfather used to say. It’s not the only danger he warned her against, nor the only advice she’s ignored. But hindsight, as he also used to say, is twenty-twenty. She didn’t understand that then. But now…

The Pacific Ocean is a placid blanket, gently carrying Maia’s disintegrating raft atop its soft crests as she lies on her back, listening to her shallow breathing and staring directly at the sun.
It is her final act of defiance.

Maia is dying. Of this, she is completely sure. It’s not the first time she has greeted death since she left the shores of New Zealand not so long ago. No, the face of death has come to her in many forms.

There was a time it had slept beside her, subtle and silent and cruel. It wrapped itself around her so gradually she hadn’t even noticed until she became so weak she could barely stand. Another time, death came as rabid and violent as a wrecking ball. Impossibly fast, it lifted her from the ground, staring deep into her eyes before throwing her across the room.

But somehow, Maia has always managed to evade death’s icy grip—until today.

Today, the form of death has taken a much gentler shape. Its sweet breath sweeps across her sunburned cheeks as it softly whispers It is time. And for once, Maia does not fight back. She does not scream nor plead nor beg. Today, as she lies on a raft in the middle of the ocean, she knows death has come as a reprieve. Because for the first time in a long time, she does not feel hungry or thirsty—despite the fact that she is, and desperately so. 

It is a kindness, really. A gift from the universe before taking her spirit to wherever it is that it goes. The disappearance of hunger and thirst are signs that death is near. Just there … hovering near the edge like a wild and ravenous animal. Maia knows this because she read about it in some dusty old book stacked between more dusty old books in her grandfather’s library.

But that was before. Back when her heart was brimming with possibilities, her mind bursting with dreams—or that one dream in particular, beckoning to her each night.

That was before Maia had fallen in love. Before she had ever known the feeling of a man’s lips against her own. She looks at him now, at the slow rise and fall of his belly. Those same lips are now ghostly white against his reddened skin, cracked and peeling from the sun. The salt. The lack of water, despite being surrounded by it.

Her grandfather tried to warn her, had fought so hard to keep her safe. He told her she was foolish. That her dreams were nothing but a death wish. But Maia couldn’t see. Wouldn’t see.

She turns to the shell of a man lying beside her. “I am so sorry,” she whispers, reaching a trembling hand for his.
​
But he can no longer hear her.

The Echo of a Thousand Voices
The Forgotten Ones - Book III
is
NOW AVAILABLE!!


BOOK LINKS:

✨AMAZON USA:  https://www.amazon.com/Echo-Thousand-Voices-Forgotten-Three/dp/1735025690/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1659403024&sr=8-1


✨AMAZON CANADA:  https://www.amazon.ca/Echo-Thousand-Voices-Forgotten-Three/dp/1735025690/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=the+echo+of+a+thousand+voices&qid=1659403218&sprefix=the+echo+of+a+thou%2Caps%2C257&sr=8-1


✨AMAZON UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Echo-Thousand-Voices-Forgotten-Three/dp/1735025690/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2U27FZ24859FZ&keywords=the+echo+of+a+thousand+voices&qid=1659403261&sprefix=the+echo+of+a+thousand+voice%2Caps%2C462&sr=8-1


✨AMAZON AUSTRALIA:  https://www.amazon.com.au/Echo-Thousand-Voices-Forgotten-Three/dp/1735025690/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1659403155&sr=8-1


✨ BARNES AND NOBLE: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-echo-of-a-thousand-voices-jillian-webster/1141873042?ean=9781735025698



✨Pre-ordered Kindle books will be delivered directly to your device. 

✨Expanded distribution sites (Book Depository, Mighty Ape, Fishpond NZ, Target, Walmart, etc.) are expected to go live within the next few days.

🇳🇿 New Zealand residents - I have paperbacks available for shipment within New Zealand. Please message me if you’re interested in a copy.


I’m so excited to share Maia’s grand finale with you!

​Thank you for joining me on this adventure 🖤

xo
​Jillian

Maia wavers in the middle of a crowded street, lost in a sea of strangers. Eyes glazed, she desperately searches the faces as they pass. Scouring left to right. Right to left.
​
Not him.
Not him.
Not him.

The countless people shuffling past take no notice of her. Their shoulders brush against hers, some harder than others. A man pushing his way through the horde knocks into her and she stumbles back. “Sorry,” he mumbles over his shoulder. She blinks and regains her footing.

The flashing lights along the side of the road illuminate large signs, advertising things that don’t matter. She thought they would matter.

Why don’t they matter? 

Gazing up at the dark sky, Maia locates a single flickering star. The constellations she has grown to love so fiercely have all but disappeared, devoured by the hungry lights of this large metropolis. Light pollution, she was told in orientation, right before being chastised by an annoyed instructor to stop asking so many questions.

It is Leucothea Day. Today, the people of this massive city have piled out from behind the closed curtains and locked doors of their private homes to celebrate “the greatest civilization on Earth.” They’ve filled the streets, laughing and cheering and waving little black flags with a single white star in the middle—symbolizing Leucothea as a beacon of light in a dark world. Enormous signs with bold letters plaster the city, repeating the same slogan Maia has heard repeatedly from the moment she arrived … or at least from the moment she awoke:

Leucothea has saved you.

The festival is coming to a close now that the early-autumn sun has finally dipped below the horizon enough to give the people the darkness they crave. The heaving crowds make their way toward Leucothea Square, each holding a candle to be lit as their beloved leader delivers his awe-inspiring speech, broadcasted on screens across the city. Then Leucothea’s citizens will cheer the fact that they are in here and no longer out there. And the echo of thousands will be heard across the Arctic.

They have been saved. Protected. Walled in.

​To be continued...