Review: The Legacy, Melissa Delport

July 29, 2014 Reviews 0 ★★★½

Review: The Legacy, Melissa DelportThe Legacy by Melissa Delport
Series: Legacy #1
Published by Tracey McDonald Publishers on 2013
Genres: Dystopia, Science Fiction
Pages: 366
Source: Author
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three-half-stars

One man obsessed with power. 
One woman prepared to sacrifice everything to stop him.
One war that changed the world.

“World War Three lasted twelve days. Twelve days was all it took for mankind to devastate the planet and almost eradicate the human race. No victor emerged from the ashes and billions lost their lives. We survivors lived through the bleakest of winters. A primal existence became the new order, and the little that remained of our humanity hung in the balance.

Then one man stood up and changed the world. I believed, as did everyone else, that he was the hero of our time, the man who had saved us from our own demise. His name is Eric Dane and he is the President of the New United States of America.

He is also my husband, and my greatest enemy.

I grew up oblivious to the truth, until my father found me when I was nineteen years old. He told me about the many horrifying facts that our new leader kept hidden from us. And he told me that beyond the borders the Resistance grew and fought for freedom from the oppression that Eric Dane had imposed on us.

My name is Rebecca Davis. I am twenty-six years old, and in me the Resistance has found the ultimate weapon.”

Welcome to Tea in the Treetops’ stop on the Legacy Blog Tour! My review of the book is below, followed by an excerpt.

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The Legacy is an action-packed tale of one very strong and determined woman, willing to give everything to overthrow a tyrant. Unfortunately I didn’t really enjoy the book as much as others seem to have (on Goodreads at least). But just because it wasn’t my favourite doesn’t mean it won’t be yours – please, read on!

This book is an interesting take on post-apocalyptic survival of humans. Somehow, one charismatic man has managed to reunite a nation of disparate people when most of the main cities across the US have been destroyed. In fact, I’m not entirely sure how the people inside the barrier fence of the New United States were still driving around in cars and using their mobile phones – where exactly is the petrol and electricity coming from?

My main problem with this story is that I really didn’t like Rebecca. Desipte her supposed noble sarifices and iron-hard resolve, she was a cold-hearted killer and a first-class bitch. I realise that she is so committed to the cause to the point of sacrificing her family, her life and her freedom in order to free the rest of the population, but she’s just so ruthless that it made me think she’s a bit of a psychopath.

Despite my complaints here, the Legacy really is a well written book. The style is very engaging and I found it very compelling. The extra characters are quite interesting and I especially liked Reed and Rebecca’s snarky backchat.

If you’re okay with a ruthless main character, and you like post-apocalyptic sci-fi, give this series a read. Book two, The Legion, is already released and book three is on its way.

Excerpt

Chapter 18

I am gasping for air and stars burst in my vision. I can barely make out the shape coming at us and hear Reed’s cry of rage when the ice cold barrel of Cole’s gun presses against my temple. Cole loosens his hold around my neck ever so slightly to better position himself and Reed has come to a halt a few feet away, his eyes flicking from me to the gun. I can practically hear his brain whirring, trying to think of a solution.

“Don’t worry, Tiny, we’ll have you out of there in no time.” His voice is low and soothing, he is using the tone one would employ to talk someone down from the top of a building and, in spite of myself, I roll my eyes. Cole is silent but I can feel his body quivering, whether from fear or simply adrenalin, I can’t be sure.

“Seriously, Reed,” I choke out. “Tiny? Really? Even now?”

He flashes his wicked grin. “I’m nothing if not consistent, Sexy Bex.”

“Shut up, both of you!” Cole yells. I can sense his agitation in the clenched muscles of his arms, and the rigidity of his stance. He is so wound up he could easily pull the trigger without meaning to.

“If you call me Sexy Bex again, I might be inclined to let Cole just shoot me,” I manage.

Reed cocks his head to one side and eventually, with forced confidence, he murmurs huskily, “Your call, Tiny.”

“How many times do I have to tell you not to .. . .” I break off in mid-sentence, twisting backward and at the same time grabbing Cole’s gun hand with both of mine and forcing it upwards. There is a crack as the handgun goes off and Cole swears under his breath. I aim for the gun hand with a knife hand strike and the weapon clatters to the floor, Cole yelping in pain and surprise. He rushes at me and I allow him to push me backward, using his own momentum against him. At the last minute, just seconds before he slams me into the wall, I drop to the ground and throw out one leg. Cole trips and rushes headlong into the wall. I stand rapidly and with a burst of speed, I am right behind him. I grab the back of his neck and push, using his body weight and his impetus and slamming him face first into the wall. Blood spurts from his mouth and nose and his body slumps into unconsciousness. I do not allow myself one moment’s hesitation, I place one foot on either side of his body, pick the gun up off the floor and fire two shots into the back of his head.

There are a few moments of utter silence and I concentrate on resisting the urge to throw up.

I feel Reed’s hand on my shoulder and turn slowly to face him. His face is softer than usual, his eyes searching mine. “You okay?”

I nod my head, not trusting myself to speak.

Reed shakes his head.

“Don’t go beating yourself up about it, Tiny, they ain’t worth it.”

I draw in a deep breath, nodding my head again then grimace in pain as I try to put weight on my left leg. I can feel the blood pooling in my boot and I’m starting to feel faint. I am suddenly very alarmed about how much blood I may have lost.

Reed throws his arm around me, practically supporting my entire body weight.

“What is it?”

“My leg,” I hiss through clenched teeth.

He lifts me and carries me across the room, placing me back on the sofa.

“Why isn’t it healing?” he sounds slightly frantic and tears my jeans from ankle to hip. The pain is getting too bad for me even to mind.

“The bullet,” I breathe slowly in and out through my mouth, trying to remain conscious. “It’s still in there.” The bullet lodged in the tissue is preventing my body from healing itself.

“Aw, shit,” Reed swears, looking around the room and patting down his pockets. God knows what he thinks he might find in there.

“Hold on.” He disappears for a second and is back with a paring knife from Jared’s kitchen.

“Oh shit!” I yelp. But I meet his eyes, nod, and grit my teeth.

A roar of pain escapes me as he pierces my skin with the blade and as he plunges it in deeper I black out.

I wake, I assume only a few seconds later. Reed’s hands are still covered in blood and he is taping gauze over the wound, which is already starting to itch, a sign that the healing process has begun.

“How’re you feeling?” he asks. I have no idea how he knows that I’m awake, he has not so much as glanced up from his task.

“Better,” I answer truthfully.

“There you go.” He sits back to admire his handiwork. “You’re pretty tough, you know that, Tiny?”

“I know.” There is a long pause, during which I consider exactly how much I have to thank him for, how much I owe him. A million different opening lines are on the tip of my tongue, each one discarded before spoken out loud. Eventually I decide to keep it simple.

“Thanks, Reed.”

He chuckles. “For what?”

“What do you think? For saving my life! How did you know where I was, anyway?”

“I followed you.” He doesn’t bat an eyelid.

“Stalker.” I shove his shoulder with my own.

He meets my gaze for an instant, smiling, and then looks down, shaking his head.

“It’s my pleasure, Rebecca.” I smile at the use of my name. “Just do me a favour,” he continues, “next time you’re heading into trouble rather than being a stubborn pain in the ass, just ask for my help, will ya?” He grins. “A tiny little thing like you shouldn’t be wandering off on your own.” He chuckles and I lie back, closing my eyes and refusing to comment.

About the Author

Photo - Melissa Delport LRWife and mother of 3, Melissa Delport is the author of The Legacy Trilogy and the stand-alone self-published e.books Rainfall and The Traveler.

She graduated from the University of South Africa with a Bachelor’s Degree in English in 2000. At the age of twenty-four Melissa started a logistics company (Transmax) from the spare room of her flat and built it up to two fully operational depots in Durban and Johannesburg. Now, 10 years later, she has sold her business in order to write full time.

Melissa lives with her husband and three children in Hillcrest, KwaZulu-Natal, South Africa.

The Legacy (book 1 of The Legacy Trilogy) and The Legion (book 2) are available now and the final book, The Legend, will be released in 2015.

An avid reader herself, Melissa finally decided to stop ‘watching from the sidelines’ and to do what is her passion.

“I was driving home from work when inspiration struck, and a storyline started unravelling in my head. For a few days it was all I could think about and eventually I realised that the only way to get it out of my head, was to put it all down on paper. I started writing, and that was that.”

Anni lives in Brisbane, Australia with her young family. She loves everything fantasy and science fiction and believes sleep is really very underrated.

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