Constance and Alexander Intro (rough query)


Constance survived the end of the world. Not many did.

She's spent the last three years alone in Cold Spring, New York. She sees a few migrants heading south to the city and beyond. She always turns them down when they ask her to go with them. She hears of people turning into savages down there. Her shotgun repelled one that wandered north a short while go.

One spring evening, she sees something emerge from the Hudson, lumbering to her door soaking wet.

Alexander seems trustworthy at first. He tells her he's traveling south. He has lots of military gear, lots of confidence, and a cute smile. But in the back of her mind, Constance knows no one who survived the apocalypse is untainted; especially a man who's far too comfortable with a shotgun pointed in his face.

Alexander's entrance into her life forces Constance to decide if she can do the one thing she's feared for three years: leave the relative safety of Cold Spring. If she does, it's a likely death sentence, and will not readily trust Alexander. Yet the solitude of Cold Spring has given her enough time to come up with a plethora of ways to end her life; staying would involve choosing the best one.

Constance is a survivor. She survived a father who recited Deuteronomy while throwing her mother off the top of the stairs. She threw him down the same stairs, was acquitted of the murder, and survived years of therapy afterward. And she survived the extermination of the human race all around her. Alexander just might be the right person to go south with.

The ending of the world brought him and Constance together. The shocking secret he has yet to reveal to Constance may not only unravel a mystery about her past, but also have profound revelations to scattered bands of humans struggling to survive.

CONSTANCE AND ALEXANDER is a romance set in a dystopian future, told from journal entries of the two main characters. The novel follows the struggles of Constance and Alexander as they encounter the onslaught of a world turned vicious and cruel.

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