New Year, New Books 2016 Blog Tour: Five-Seven-Five by C.E. Wilson

The New Year, New Books 2016 blog tour, hosted by, has officially begun! Kicking things off on this blog is the book Five-Seven-Five, by C.E. Wilson. Let's find out more ....


Take only what can be used. Take only what won’t be missed. The Creators are watching all of us.
White Frost lives in a world cloaked in darkness and ignorance. While most people in her society are content to live in fearful peace, White’s cousin brings her words from the mysterious Unknown. Strange collections of written words that tease her that there may be more to the world than candlelight and dank hallways.
But when tragedy strikes, White can no longer rely on the words to give her solace. She must discover what lies beyond the only world she’s ever known… no matter the cost.
Eventually, White finds her way to the skies and there she discovers that the tantalizing clues of her words are only pale reflections of the massive and wondrous world above. Colors she never thought possible. Blinding light. And an impossible being who may or may not be the Creator of it all.
But this information comes at a price White Frost is not sure she can pay.
White’s hunger for knowledge proves to be her greatest strength and weakness as she strives to learn more. But as she learns, she has to wonder – is there such a thing as too much information? And what will happen as it brings her closer to a being who could destroy everything she’s ever known?
Find out in Five Seven Five, the first book in a two part series entitled The Boy with Words.


There it was. That faint sound at the edge of my hearing that meant my boredom was over. The sound itself was very familiar – it was the step of one who braved the Unknown and there were very few who had that honor. These steps, though, were unique. I knew the sound of my older cousin all too well after my many years of these visits. Even before he had been chosen he had loved to explore and find interesting objects to show me. It had been a long time since he could sneak quietly enough to truly surprise me, but I loved that he made that effort.

I counted the steps as he rounded the corner to my hallway. His arrival was like a broom rustling on the floor – quiet, but stirring up a breeze of new information.

He pushed open the heavy patterned pink curtain to my quarters and smiled wide as his dark eyes settled on me.

“Don't you know how to knock?” I asked in a childish voice as he stood there.

Shade Frost was sturdy and solid. An obvious Chosen One. He was several inches taller than six feet and his shoulders were broad, barely able to be contained by his khaki jacket. And while a lot of girls claimed they were attracted to my older cousin, they were also intimidated by him. I couldn't say I blamed them. Shade had white blond hair like mine which he kept short other than the bangs which hung carelessly on his forehead. His eyes were a deep chocolate brown. His smile was warm and his words always matched when he spoke to me. I sat up straighter in bed as he slung his heavy pack to the front of his chest and reached a large, calloused hand inside.

“Got another one for you,” he said jovially before he arched a brow. “You know, White, it wouldn't kill you to sound a little happier to see me and not just what I've brought you.”

“I am excited to see you!” I pushed my slender frame off the bed so I could jog to his side. The top of my head barely reached his shoulder and he looked down with a wide and crooked grin. “Don't tease me, Shade,” I grumbled. “You said you found something?”

He nodded. “I did, but I've been gone a week and that's all you have to say to me? 'Did I find something'?” He shook his head and stopped looking through his bag. “I might have risked my life to get the supplies for the month and all you want to know is if I got you a new collection of words? Tsk, tsk, cousin.”

I took a step back and crossed my arms. “Fine. So how was it, then?”

He waggled his pale brows. “You know I can't tell you.”

“So why would you make me ask?”

“To remind you I can't tell.” He snickered again before he reached into his bag and pulled out a crinkled and worn large slip of paper which I promptly swiped away with greedy hands and dove towards the bed so I could start to unfold it.

“Shut the curtain!” I called. “I need to concentrate.”

“You're obsessed, you know that?” Shade said with another snicker. Just the same, he pulled the pink curtain shut and sealed us both inside my room.

My tiny living quarters wasn't much, but it was my own and, in that regard, it was special. My room was similar to most of the girl's quarters in that there was a bed, a desk, a place to store clothing, and a chair. However, what made my room special was the exact thing Shade had brought back with him. As I unfolded the paper, I couldn't help myself and lifted the heavy slip up to my nose and inhaled greedily.

“You always have to smell it,” Shade said as he took a seat. “You know that's kind of weird, right?”

“It always smells different!” I squealed. And the new paper certainly wasn't a letdown.

“What is that?” I whispered, inhaling the paper again. “Smells sweet... like sugar, but not like carrots. I don't know it.”

“The scent doesn't mean anything,” Shade said. “Go on. What does it say?”

I lowered the paper. “You mean you haven't read it yourself yet?”

“I didn't exactly have time, White.” He looked towards the curtains as a few voices and footsteps shuffled by. “If any of the others found out I swiped things for you with no purpose—”

“They're all taking stuff back and you know it,” I said. “Times aren't the same. Chosen Ones don't follow the laws like they used to.”

“You're too young to remember how it used to be,” Shade said.

“I remember enough.” I lowered my eyes. “I still have flashes of mom and dad... your mom and dad...”

“White. You shouldn't think about that—”

“You're all disobeyers,” I tacked on quickly. I didn't want to get into a discussion about our parents. Not again. Shade was my family and nothing else mattered. He arched a brow at my dismissal, but didn't bother to change the subject as I rambled on. “I bet Flicker brings back something for his younger sister every time he goes out. I saw her room once when she left the curtain open. She has a bunch of things that don't exactly look useful.”

“But you don't need to talk about it,” Shade said. “Lower your voice. Despite what you think, I take a great risk bringing you back anything. I know the rules. I swore an oath when I became a Chosen. Take only what can be used—”

“Yes, yes,” I interrupted him with a roll of my eyes. “Take only what can be used. Take only what won't be missed. The Creators are watching all of us.”

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About the Author

C.E. Wilson is currently living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania with her husband, beautiful daughter, a chubby beagle and two cats. They are all the loves of her life. When she’s not writing young adult fantasy novels, she enjoys writing short stories on her Deviant Art page. She loves to write stories involving giants and little people (also known as GT) and she can't decide what she loves more: horror movies or shoujo manga. She has a bachelor's degree in English Education so she has a soft spot for older literature authors including John Milton, William Shakespeare, and stories such as Paradise Lost and Beowulf. On a side note, nothing helps her to write more than drinking good beer and watching The Twilight Zone.


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  1. I'm currently reading C.E. Wilsons' novel. It's been really good so far. My kid sister has even liked it. I look forward to finishing it soon! Great post, Ellie!

  2. Thanks for posting, I enjoyed reading the summary.