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Daeios: 140 Feet Down by Colleen Eccles Penor Genre: Dystopian Thriller

They believed Daeios would be a safe haven.They were wrong. Fleeing apocalyptic weather, a young survivalist woman and her family seek safety deep underground. But a new danger awaits them. When the leaders of the shelter announce their plans to repopulate the earth using all fertile females, Shea knows she will be forced to become a breeder. Horrified at her impending fate, Shea must make the gut-wrenching decision whether to breed with an elderly, sadistic man and bear his child, or to fight the breeding, knowing that defiance will endanger her life and that of those she loves most. A dystopian thriller with overtones of The Handmaid’s Tale, Shea’s chilling story will appeal to readers with an interest in family and survival. Contains mature situations and language. Add to Goodreads Amazon * Bookbub

Colleen Eccles Penor wrote and illustrated her first children’s book, The Rubber Ducky, when she was seven, and sold it for 25 cents, keeping 100% of her royalties. She’s a United States Army veteran who served as a military police officer, where she learned survival skills and the use of multiple weapons, skills needed by the characters in DAEIOS: 140 FEET DOWN. This is her debut novel. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Amazon * Goodreads * Pinterest $25 Amazon gift card

The sisters assemble behind me to observe the results in the mirror, looking only at me, as if their reflections
weren’t showing in the looking glass. They exclaim at my beauty and declare my makeover a success. I see a
deranged Barbie doll with small boobs. Maybe they’re too flat to be called boobs. They turn me in the chair
with a small mirror in my hands so I can see the back of my hair—it’s pretty in curls, and has grown a few
inches since we came here. They beam at me, they caress me, they play with my hair, they gloat over the
results. All except Mother. I catch one glimpse of her face in the mirror. She’s not elated or disapproving of
my appearance—her face is etched with angst. She disappears again behind the bevy of women, but I’m
reassured that she’s here.
The women seat me in a plush, high-backed white chair that reminds me of a throne. I’m facing a mirrored
door opposite the one through which we arrived. It surely contains the Breeding Room. Has my seed-bearer,
or perhaps all of the Elders, been watching the entire time? The sisters form a ring around me, holding hands,
their eyes closed, with peaceful smiles on their faces. I wish I could see Mother.
The ladies begin a prayer, in unison, that I’ll be fruitful, that my womb will be accepting of the seed-bearer’s
sperm, that I may have many babies in the name of God and Daeios. That I’ll maintain my health and that of
my children. They repeat themselves and repeat themselves, and after a while, the prayer becomes more of a
musical chant filled with resonant voices. The sisters sway from side to side, and it’s as though they will
transport me from the throne to the other side of the door with their voices alone.
The chanting stops abruptly, and two women drop from the circle to take my hands and help me rise from the
throne. Robe Lady slips in to remove the robe. The women get behind me and drive me toward the door,
giving me a moment to admire my lithe body in the full-length

mirror one last time before it becomes distorted with pregnancy. I look prepubescent with my labia shaved and
my almost nonexistent boobs. I drink up every line of my face and body. When will I see my reflection again?
“Off you go,” Sister Leah says as she scans a key card to open the mirrored door. As she holds it open for me,
the women exclaim, “Bless you, Sister Shea! Bless you!”
They push me through the door with soft hands on my back and ease the door closed behind me.