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The X-Files: Origins: Mulder and Scully are teens in exclusive excerpts

by Isabella Biedenharn



The X-Files

Posted October 25 2016 — 11:45 AM EDT

If the X-Files reboot left you hungry for more Mulder and Scully, do we have a treat for you: In a new pair of YA novels — coming January 3, 2017 — authors Kami Garcia and Jonathan Maberry will delve into Fox Mulder and Dana Scully’s teenage years to uncover how Mulder became such a devout believer, and what made Scully a skeptic.

EW is thrilled to exclusively reveal an excerpt from each book below. Both are set during the spring of 1979, with Maberry’s The X-Files Origins: Devil’s Advocate following Scully and Garcia’s The X-Files Origins: Agent of Chaos focusing on Mulder, as both eventual FBI agents experience life-changing events that will set them on the paths to their future careers.

Excerpt from The X-Files Origins: Devil’s Advocate by Jonathan Maberry



Scully Residence

April 3, 12:33 A.M.

Sleep was no escape.

None at all.

Deep in the night, Dana seemed to wake within a dream, knowing that she was dreaming, but afraid that this was every bit as real as the waking world. She knew that she didn’t have the lexicon to even put any of this into words that would make sense. The walls between fantasy and reality were broken, crumbling, irrelevant.

And that was terrifying.

Wasn’t that what happened when the mind fractured? Wasn’t that the definition of being insane?

The dream unfolded like a movie.

She woke in her room, but she wasn’t dressed in her pajamas. Instead she wore a dark suit that was almost masculine. Navy-blue pants and jacket, white blouse, the look softened only by the lack of a tie and a thin golden necklace from which her tiny cross hung. Her hair was stiffer, shorter, styled in a severe way she would never wear. Shoes with chunky heels.

The clothes were nothing she owned, but they fit her. She felt like she belonged in them. But when she stood up, there was something odd. A weight on her hip. Dana crossed to the mirror as she unbuttoned the jacket, and when she held the flap back, she saw the gun.

The.

Gun.

A small automatic snugged into a leather holster clipped to her belt.

“What … ?” she murmured.

Dana knew guns. Military brats always did. Her brothers and Dad took her and Melissa to the range in any town where they lived.

“You can’t touch a gun unless you’re going to be smart about it, Starbuck,” her dad said the first time they’d gone to a gun range. That was what he called her: Starbuck. And he was Ahab. It started when they’d first read Moby Dick together. A book she loved and Melissa hated. A book that created a connection with her father that Dana didn’t always feel. A connection that seemed to be interrupted way too often. Sometimes he was hard, distant, cold; and his coldness chilled her and pushed her away. But then he’d smile and there would be a secret twinkle there, as bright as the North Star, and he’d call her Starbuck and she’d call him Ahab and things would be okay.

The gun in the holster was not a model she had ever seen. She looked at the reflection of the weapon but did not touch it.

It’s not yours, said a voice inside her mind. Not yet.

Then she noticed that her reflection was wrong. Different. The face looking back at her wore the same frown she felt on her mouth, but this face was older. A woman’s face, not a girl’s. Not much older, though. Ten years? A little less. Old enough, though, to show that the years had not been easy ones. There was a rigidity to the face, a glitter of doubt and submerged anger in the eyes.

And fear.

There was real fear there, too. Hidden, compressed, repressed, shoved down, pushed back. But there.

“I’m afraid,” said her reflection. Her voice was different, too. Older, not as soft, more controlled.

“Afraid of what?” Dana asked her reflection, speaking as if this was a different person.

The reflection answered. “I’m afraid to believe.”

Dana licked her lips. “Me, too.”

The reflection looked sad, as if that was the wrong answer. “What are you afraid of?”

Dana said, “I’m afraid that God is speaking and no one is listening.”

“I know,” said the other Dana. Motes of dust swam in the air on both sides of the mirror, moving in perfect synchronicity even though the two Dana’s were so different.

The woman with her face leaned close and whispered, “He’s coming for you.”

“What? Who?”

The woman suddenly gasped and drew her gun. It was so fast, with an oiled grace that could only have been possible after years of practice. She hooked her fingers on the edge of her jacket, swept it back, released, used her thumb to pop the restraining strap, closed her fingers around the gnarled hard plastic grips, slid the weapon out, raised it, took it into a two-handed grip, held it steady with one finger laid along the trigger guard. And all so, so fast. A heartbeat and then the gun was up. Pointed at Dana … no, pointed past her.

The gun barrel was a black eye, steady and deadly, but the face behind the gun was twisted into a mask of horror.

He’s here!”

Dana spun around toward the darkness that suddenly filled her bedroom. For one heartbeat there was nothing to see.

And then he stepped out of the shadows.

A man.

The angel of light.

Devil or monster or ordinary man, she didn’t know which.

Tall, painted a cold blue by the spill of moonlight that slanted through her window. Dressed in clothes so dark it was as if he wore garments made of shadows. Wings folded behind his broad back.

But he had no face at all.

His curly black hair framed a face with high cheekbones and a strong jaw, but where there should have been eyes, a nose, and a mouth, there was nothing. Not a mask, she was sure. Nothing.

And yet she knew that he could see her. That he was smiling with the wrong kind of hungers. That he was completely aware of her—both the real her and the fantasy older version in the mirror.

The angel raised his hands, and Dana could see that he was holding up things he wanted her to see.

In his right hand he clutched several long, wickedly sharp iron nails.

In his left he held a crude mallet made of hardwood and steel.

The fingers of both hands were smeared with blood.

“Run,” whispered the older Dana. “I’ll try to hold him here. Run … run!”

Dana could not run. She couldn’t move. She could barely breathe.

The wings behind the angel’s back suddenly rustled and then they spread out, huge, broad, filling the room behind him. The moonlight showed them to her with crystal clarity. They were not the soft, beautiful feathered wings of an angel of heaven.

They were the black, leathery, mottled wings of something from the pit of hell.

Dana screamed herself awake.

Excerpt from The X-Files Origins: Agent of Chaos by Kami Garcia



Mulder Residence 6:18 P.M.

Mulder was used to ideas getting stuck in his head. Usually, they came from Star Trek episodes or books on quantum physics. A retired military conspiracy theorist was a first. But as Mulder walked back to the school parking lot to pick up his car, he couldn’t stop thinking about his conversation with the Major—and it was still on his mind as he drove to his dad’s apartment.

After listening to Gimble’s dad talk about aliens and running an imaginary black ops unit, it seemed crazy to take him seriously, but the Major had said something that made perfect sense to Mulder because he believed it, too.

There are no coincidences.

When Samantha disappeared, people on the island had called it a coincidence. As if a kidnapper just went out for a stroll that night and happened to pass Mulder’s house when he was suddenly struck by an overwhelming urge to abduct a kid?

Yeah, right.

What were the odds?

He was still thinking about it when he walked into the apartment. The television was on. For once, his father was home before him.

“Dad?” Mulder dropped his backpack in the hallway and grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds from a bag on the kitchen counter. He used to hate them and the shells his father left all over the house, and they still reminded him of birdseed. But two years ago he had started craving them out of the blue, and he’d been eating them ever since. At least they kind of made it feel like home.

“In here,” his dad called from the master bedroom.

Mulder’s dad had rented the apartment when his parents separated, which was code for getting divorced. The place was nice, but it felt more like a hotel than a home. Everything in the second-floor walk-up was brand-new—from the cassette tape player that his dad never used and the expensive toaster that never worked, to the desk in Mulder’s room that was the identical twin to the one in his room back in Chilmark (minus the Dune quotes written all over it).

Living with his dad for the school year—the “getting-to- know-each-other-better experiment,” as Mulder called it—wasn’t much different from the pre-separation status quo of ignoring each other.

When Mulder reached his dad’s room and spotted the open suitcase at the end of the bed, it reminded him of the other reason the apartment felt like a hotel. His dad was always leaving on a business trip or returning from one.

“Going somewhere?” Mulder leaned against the door frame, looking bored. If his dad didn’t care enough to spend any time with him, Mulder wasn’t going to let it bother him.

“New Mexico. It’s a quick trip. I’ll be back on Monday.” His dad didn’t look up from the shirts he was folding. “I want you to head over to Georgetown tomorrow. Spend some time on campus like we talked about. The sooner you make a decision, the better.”

Meaning the sooner Mulder made the decision his dad wanted him make. “Acceptance letters don’t come for two more weeks.” Unless, of course, your dad used his connections at the State Department to make sure that you were already accepted at the college he wanted you to attend. “I still have time to decide.”

His father tossed the shirt in his hand on the bed. “There’s nothing to decide. Kids don’t turn down acceptances to Georgetown University.”

Mulder crossed his arms. “Of course they do, or there wouldn’t be a waiting list. And I thought you were coming with me to show me ‘the lay of the land.’ What happened to playing tour guide?” His dad had never attended Georgetown, unless the campus tour counted, but he had the prospective students brochure memorized. “I’m going out of town, remember?” He gestured at the suitcase, irritated.

“Does everyone at the State Department work weekends, or just you?” Mulder sounded more bitter than usual.

“Most people don’t have my level of responsibility, and the project I’m working on is entering an important phase.” His father arranged the shirts neatly in the suitcase.

“I bet.”

“I tried to get out of going, if that makes you feel any better.” His dad almost sounded sincere. “I know you don’t understand, but what I do is important. It’s bigger than me. I’m trying to do some good in the world… .” He stared at his half-packed suitcase, and for a second, he looked miserable.

Mulder almost felt sorry for his dad, but it didn’t last. Whatever prompted this heartfelt share session couldn’t make up for the past few years. Work was always his father’s priority, even when his family was falling apart, which didn’t make any sense to Mulder. As far as he was concerned, nothing would ever be as important as his sister and finding out what had happened to her.

His dad looked up and shook off any genuine emotion he might have been feeling. “It’s not like I planned to be out of town.

“I’m not thrilled about the idea of Phoebe staying here while I’m away.”

Phoebe was arriving Sunday. They had planned the trip months ago, after he realized they had spring break at the same time.

“Why? You don’t trust me?” Mulder clenched his jaw. Based on this conversation, the answer was obvious.

His father scoffed. “Give me a break. You’re a seventeen-year-old with a stack of Playboy magazines stashed under your bed.”

“I’ll be eighteen in October. Or did you forget again?” Mulder shot back. Last year his dad had called him a day late to wish him happy birthday. “I can write it down if that will make it easier to remember.”

Instead of apologizing for being a crappy parent, Bill Mulder pulled out the big guns. “Maybe I should call Phoebe’s parents and tell them she can’t come?” He reached for the phone on the nightstand.

As much as Mulder wanted to call his father’s bluff, he knew his dad would go through with it. And knowing Phoebe, her parents probably didn’t know much about the trip. So, for once, Mulder kept his mouth shut. He couldn’t screw up his chance to see Phoebe. He missed the hell out of her.

“No smart comment?” his dad asked, reveling in the lame victory.

There’s the Bill Mulder I know. Cold, distant, and condescending.

“Just let her come.” Mulder forced out the words through grit- ted teeth. “Please.”

“Sleep on the sofa and don’t make me regret trusting you.” “No problem.” Mulder almost laughed. His dad didn’t even know basic things about him—like the fact that he already spent every night on the sofa.

Mulder retreated to the living room, turned on the TV set, and slumped on the piece of furniture in question. A little back- ground noise would drown out his dad’s annoying voice if he ended up on one of his secret phone calls that Mulder didn’t give a crap about.

Two more months until graduation, and I’m outta here.

Then he could go back to living with his mom until August, when he left for college. If he figured out where he was going by then.

A newscaster’s voice droned on in the background. Mulder wasn’t really listening until he heard the words missing girl. He jerked forward and sat on the edge of the chair, listening.

“Sarah Lowe vanished from her home just before nine o’clock last night,” the reporter said as a photo popped up in the corner of the screen. A little girl with big brown eyes and crooked dirty- blond pigtails, wearing zip-up pajamas with elephants on them, smiled back at him. She looked around the same age as Samantha when she disappeared.

Mulder’s skin went cold.


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The Truth Is In These Excerpts From 2 Upcoming ‘The X-Files: Origins’ Novels!

Posted about 23 hours ago by Stuart Conover



We’ve known about the 2 ‘The X-Files: Origins‘ novels for almost a year now and finally we’re getting excerpts from them! Giving us a look at the early years of Mulder and Scully and the forces in their lives which would set them on the path to eventually working with one another. These two young adult novels are dropping on January 3rd, 2017, and are written by Kami Garcia and Jonathan Maberry.

The goal is to show what really made Mulder into a believer and Scully such a skeptic covering topics both familiar to long term viewers of the series as well as new content. Maberry’s ‘The X-Files Origins: Devil’s Advocate’ will follow Scully while Garcia’s ‘The X-Files Origins: Agent of Chaos’ tackles the early years of Mulder.

You can check out the excerpts below!



The X-Files Origins: Devil’s Advocate’ Excerpt
Scully Residence
April 3, 12:33 A.M.

Sleep was no escape.

None at all.

Deep in the night, Dana seemed to wake within a dream, knowing that she was dreaming, but afraid that this was every bit as real as the waking world. She knew that she didn’t have the lexicon to even put any of this into words that would make sense. The walls between fantasy and reality were broken, crumbling, irrelevant.

And that was terrifying.

Wasn’t that what happened when the mind fractured? Wasn’t that the definition of being insane?

The dream unfolded like a movie.

She woke in her room, but she wasn’t dressed in her pajamas. Instead she wore a dark suit that was almost masculine. Navy-blue pants and jacket, white blouse, the look softened only by the lack of a tie and a thin golden necklace from which her tiny cross hung. Her hair was stiffer, shorter, styled in a severe way she would never wear. Shoes with chunky heels.

The clothes were nothing she owned, but they fit her. She felt like she belonged in them. But when she stood up, there was something odd. A weight on her hip. Dana crossed to the mirror as she unbuttoned the jacket, and when she held the flap back, she saw the gun.

A small automatic snugged into a leather holster clipped to her belt.

“What … ?” she murmured.

Dana knew guns. Military brats always did. Her brothers and Dad took her and Melissa to the range in any town where they lived.

“You can’t touch a gun unless you’re going to be smart about it, Starbuck,” her dad said the first time they’d gone to a gun range. That was what he called her: Starbuck. And he was Ahab. It started when they’d first read Moby Dick together. A book she loved and Melissa hated. A book that created a connection with her father that Dana didn’t always feel. A connection that seemed to be interrupted way too often. Sometimes he was hard, distant, cold; and his coldness chilled her and pushed her away. But then he’d smile and there would be a secret twinkle there, as bright as the North Star, and he’d call her Starbuck and she’d call him Ahab and things would be okay.

The gun in the holster was not a model she had ever seen. She looked at the reflection of the weapon but did not touch it.

It’s not yours, said a voice inside her mind. Not yet.

Then she noticed that her reflection was wrong. Different. The face looking back at her wore the same frown she felt on her mouth, but this face was older. A woman’s face, not a girl’s. Not much older, though. Ten years? A little less. Old enough, though, to show that the years had not been easy ones. There was a rigidity to the face, a glitter of doubt and submerged anger in the eyes.

And fear.

There was real fear there, too. Hidden, compressed, repressed, shoved down, pushed back. But there.

“I’m afraid,” said her reflection. Her voice was different, too. Older, not as soft, more controlled.

“Afraid of what?” Dana asked her reflection, speaking as if this was a different person.

The reflection answered. “I’m afraid to believe.”

Dana licked her lips. “Me, too.”

The reflection looked sad, as if that was the wrong answer. “What are you afraid of?”

Dana said, “I’m afraid that God is speaking and no one is listening.”

“I know,” said the other Dana. Motes of dust swam in the air on both sides of the mirror, moving in perfect synchronicity even though the two Dana’s were so different.

The woman with her face leaned close and whispered, “He’s coming for you.”

“What? Who?”

The woman suddenly gasped and drew her gun. It was so fast, with an oiled grace that could only have been possible after years of practice. She hooked her fingers on the edge of her jacket, swept it back, released, used her thumb to pop the restraining strap, closed her fingers around the gnarled hard plastic grips, slid the weapon out, raised it, took it into a two-handed grip, held it steady with one finger laid along the trigger guard. And all so, so fast. A heartbeat and then the gun was up. Pointed at Dana … no, pointed past her.

The gun barrel was a black eye, steady and deadly, but the face behind the gun was twisted into a mask of horror.

“He’s here!”

Dana spun around toward the darkness that suddenly filled her bedroom. For one heartbeat there was nothing to see.

And then he stepped out of the shadows.

A man.

The angel of light.

Devil or monster or ordinary man, she didn’t know which.

Tall, painted a cold blue by the spill of moonlight that slanted through her window. Dressed in clothes so dark it was as if he wore garments made of shadows. Wings folded behind his broad back.

But he had no face at all.

His curly black hair framed a face with high cheekbones and a strong jaw, but where there should have been eyes, a nose, and a mouth, there was nothing. Not a mask, she was sure. Nothing.

And yet she knew that he could see her. That he was smiling with the wrong kind of hungers. That he was completely aware of her—both the real her and the fantasy older version in the mirror.

The angel raised his hands, and Dana could see that he was holding up things he wanted her to see.

In his right hand he clutched several long, wickedly sharp iron nails.

In his left he held a crude mallet made of hardwood and steel.

The fingers of both hands were smeared with blood.

“Run,” whispered the older Dana. “I’ll try to hold him here. Run … run!”

Dana could not run. She couldn’t move. She could barely breathe.

The wings behind the angel’s back suddenly rustled and then they spread out, huge, broad, filling the room behind him. The moonlight showed them to her with crystal clarity. They were not the soft, beautiful feathered wings of an angel of heaven.

They were the black, leathery, mottled wings of something from the pit of hell.

Dana screamed herself awake.




‘The X-Files Origins: Agent of Chaos’ Excerpt

Mulder Residence 6:18 P.M.

Mulder was used to ideas getting stuck in his head. Usually, they came from Star Trek episodes or books on quantum physics. A retired military conspiracy theorist was a first. But as Mulder walked back to the school parking lot to pick up his car, he couldn’t stop thinking about his conversation with the Major—and it was still on his mind as he drove to his dad’s apartment.

After listening to Gimble’s dad talk about aliens and running an imaginary black ops unit, it seemed crazy to take him seriously, but the Major had said something that made perfect sense to Mulder because he believed it, too.

There are no coincidences.

When Samantha disappeared, people on the island had called it a coincidence. As if a kidnapper just went out for a stroll that night and happened to pass Mulder’s house when he was suddenly struck by an overwhelming urge to abduct a kid?

Yeah, right.

What were the odds?

He was still thinking about it when he walked into the apartment. The television was on. For once, his father was home before him.

“Dad?” Mulder dropped his backpack in the hallway and grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds from a bag on the kitchen counter. He used to hate them and the shells his father left all over the house, and they still reminded him of birdseed. But two years ago he had started craving them out of the blue, and he’d been eating them ever since. At least they kind of made it feel like home.

“In here,” his dad called from the master bedroom.

Mulder’s dad had rented the apartment when his parents separated, which was code for getting divorced. The place was nice, but it felt more like a hotel than a home. Everything in the second-floor walk-up was brand-new—from the cassette tape player that his dad never used and the expensive toaster that never worked, to the desk in Mulder’s room that was the identical twin to the one in his room back in Chilmark (minus the Dune quotes written all over it).

Living with his dad for the school year—the “getting-to- know-each-other-better experiment,” as Mulder called it—wasn’t much different from the pre-separation status quo of ignoring each other.

When Mulder reached his dad’s room and spotted the open suitcase at the end of the bed, it reminded him of the other reason the apartment felt like a hotel. His dad was always leaving on a business trip or returning from one.

“Going somewhere?” Mulder leaned against the door frame, looking bored. If his dad didn’t care enough to spend any time with him, Mulder wasn’t going to let it bother him.

“New Mexico. It’s a quick trip. I’ll be back on Monday.” His dad didn’t look up from the shirts he was folding. “I want you to head over to Georgetown tomorrow. Spend some time on campus like we talked about. The sooner you make a decision, the better.”

Meaning the sooner Mulder made the decision his dad wanted him make. “Acceptance letters don’t come for two more weeks.” Unless, of course, your dad used his connections at the State Department to make sure that you were already accepted at the college he wanted you to attend. “I still have time to decide.”

His father tossed the shirt in his hand on the bed. “There’s nothing to decide. Kids don’t turn down acceptances to Georgetown University.”

Mulder crossed his arms. “Of course they do, or there wouldn’t be a waiting list. And I thought you were coming with me to show me ‘the lay of the land.’ What happened to playing tour guide?” His dad had never attended Georgetown, unless the campus tour counted, but he had the prospective students brochure memorized. “I’m going out of town, remember?” He gestured at the suitcase, irritated.

“Does everyone at the State Department work weekends, or just you?” Mulder sounded more bitter than usual.

“Most people don’t have my level of responsibility, and the project I’m working on is entering an important phase.” His father arranged the shirts neatly in the suitcase.

“I bet.”

“I tried to get out of going, if that makes you feel any better.” His dad almost sounded sincere. “I know you don’t understand, but what I do is important. It’s bigger than me. I’m trying to do some good in the world… .” He stared at his half-packed suitcase, and for a second, he looked miserable.

Mulder almost felt sorry for his dad, but it didn’t last. Whatever prompted this heartfelt share session couldn’t make up for the past few years. Work was always his father’s priority, even when his family was falling apart, which didn’t make any sense to Mulder. As far as he was concerned, nothing would ever be as important as his sister and finding out what had happened to her.

His dad looked up and shook off any genuine emotion he might have been feeling. “It’s not like I planned to be out of town.

“I’m not thrilled about the idea of Phoebe staying here while I’m away.”

Phoebe was arriving Sunday. They had planned the trip months ago, after he realized they had spring break at the same time.

“Why? You don’t trust me?” Mulder clenched his jaw. Based on this conversation, the answer was obvious.

His father scoffed. “Give me a break. You’re a seventeen-year-old with a stack of Playboy magazines stashed under your bed.”

“I’ll be eighteen in October. Or did you forget again?” Mulder shot back. Last year his dad had called him a day late to wish him happy birthday. “I can write it down if that will make it easier to remember.”

Instead of apologizing for being a crappy parent, Bill Mulder pulled out the big guns. “Maybe I should call Phoebe’s parents and tell them she can’t come?” He reached for the phone on the nightstand.

As much as Mulder wanted to call his father’s bluff, he knew his dad would go through with it. And knowing Phoebe, her parents probably didn’t know much about the trip. So, for once, Mulder kept his mouth shut. He couldn’t screw up his chance to see Phoebe. He missed the hell out of her.

“No smart comment?” his dad asked, reveling in the lame victory.

There’s the Bill Mulder I know. Cold, distant, and condescending.

“Just let her come.” Mulder forced out the words through grit- ted teeth. “Please.”

“Sleep on the sofa and don’t make me regret trusting you.” “No problem.” Mulder almost laughed. His dad didn’t even know basic things about him—like the fact that he already spent every night on the sofa.

Mulder retreated to the living room, turned on the TV set, and slumped on the piece of furniture in question. A little back- ground noise would drown out his dad’s annoying voice if he ended up on one of his secret phone calls that Mulder didn’t give a crap about.

Two more months until graduation, and I’m outta here.

Then he could go back to living with his mom until August, when he left for college. If he figured out where he was going by then.

A newscaster’s voice droned on in the background. Mulder wasn’t really listening until he heard the words missing girl. He jerked forward and sat on the edge of the chair, listening.

“Sarah Lowe vanished from her home just before nine o’clock last night,” the reporter said as a photo popped up in the corner of the screen. A little girl with big brown eyes and crooked dirty- blond pigtails, wearing zip-up pajamas with elephants on them, smiled back at him. She looked around the same age as Samantha when she disappeared.

Mulder’s skin went cold.

Clearly, if these previews are any indication, we’re going to be in for a huge treat!

Are you looking forward to finding out more about a younger Mulder and Sculley before they end up meeting for the first time? Share your thoughts below!

Source: Entertainment Weekly

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The X-Files Origins' release date, news & update: Two-novel series narrates Scully and Mulder's backstory

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"The X-Files Origins" is the novel version resulting from the renowned TV series that tells the story of Dana Scully and Fox Mulder in their teenage years. The two novel series written by Kami Garcia and Jonathan Maberry shows the readers why Mulder becomes a devout believer and Scully a skeptic.

The first novel entitled "Agent of Chaos" is set in Mulder's residence, while the second "Devil's Advocate" is Scully's own story. Here readers see how life-changing experiences made them successful as FBI agents. In fact, it promises to give the series' fans a satisfying way to show how the two young detectives develop themselves.

In Garcia's "Agent of Chaos," readers will be brought back to the spring of 1979, when all kinds of crimes and government conspiracies were the highlight of every news station, and the opportunity for a 17-year-old Mulder to uncover these secrets. In the upcoming YA novel, fans of the franchise will understand what drove the teen Mulder to pursue his profession. Readers will witness the life-changing moments that led Mulder to be the character that he is in the popular TV series.

Like Garcia's upcoming novel, Maberry's "Devil's Advocate," will be set in the spring of 1979. But the highlight of Maberry's book will be the highs and lows of a 15-year-old Scully. What she experiences in the spring of this year will ultimately lead her to become the well-loved character of the "X-Files" franchise.

Entertainment Weekly recently managed to get a hold of excerpts from both of the upcoming novels. A portion of the "Devil's Advocate" revealed a scared young Scully. She revealed that she was petrified of an entity which she couldn't exactly identify. She knew that it was coming after her, but she was too scared to move. Towards the end of the excerpt, the teenage Scully "screamed herself awake."

The excerpt for "Agent of Chaos" revealed a young Mulder who couldn't wait to turn 18 and get to college. The segment showed more than enough to reveal that the upcoming YA novel will feature his frustrations with his parents, especially towards his father. Moreover, the excerpt teased that Mulder will be uncovering the mystery behind his sister's disappearance.

Both of the "The X-Files Origins" YA novels are expected to release on Jan. 3, 2017.

Watch out for more updates on Kami Garcia and Jonathan Maberry's "The X-Files Origins."

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If the X-Files reboot left you hungry for more Mulder and Scully, do we have a treat for you: In a new pair of YA novels — coming January 3, 2017 — authors Kami Garcia and Jonathan Maberry will delve into Fox Mulder and Dana Scully’s teenage years to uncover how Mulder became such a devout believer, and what made Scully a skeptic.
EW is thrilled to exclusively reveal an excerpt from each book below. Both are set during the spring of 1979, with Maberry’s The X-Files Origins: Devil’s Advocate following Scully and Garcia’s The X-Files Origins: Agent of Chaos focusing on Mulder, as both eventual FBI agents experience life-changing events that will set them on the paths to their future careers.

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The X-Files Origins: Agent of Chaos: New Excerpt

Kami Garcia



The X-Files Origins: Agent of Chaos by Kami Garcia tells the backstory of how Fox Mulder became a believer (Available January 3, 2017).

In the spring of 1979, seventeen-year-old Fox Mulder has bigger problems than applying for college. Five years ago, his younger sister disap­peared from their home and was never heard from again. Mulder blames himself, and his mother blames his father, who has retreated into his top-secret work for the State Depart­ment. In Fox’s senior year, his dad has moved him to Washington, DC―away from his friends on Martha’s Vineyard. 

While Mulder doesn’t mind the fresh start and not being known as “that kid with the missing sister,” he’s still obsessed with finding Samantha. So when a local boy turns up dead and another child is abducted, Mulder can’t stop himself from getting involved. Could there be a link to his sister’s case? As he uncovers the truth, Mulder and his friends find themselves on the trail of a serial killer. 
 
Sucked into a world where conspiracies, the occult, and madness overlap, Fox Mulder starts to believe.

CHAPTER 1

Washington, DC

March 30, 1979, 3:32 P.M.

Packs of teenagers, pumped for the official start of spring break, rushed past the black sedan parked across from the high school, unaware they were being watched from behind the car’s tinted windows. Jocks wearing Wilson High jerseys carried pretty cheerleaders on their shoulders, enjoying the chance to finally touch some thigh. Other guys horsed around in the road, showing off for girls in tight jeans who pretended not to notice them.

Most of the teens didn’t give the car a second glance. Black vehicles with tinted windows were as common as pigeons in Washington, DC—home base of the Secret Service, the CIA, and the FBI.

The man in the passenger seat scanned the face of every boy jaywalking across the road, searching for one in particular. “No sign of him yet,” he said, directing his comment at the older man behind the wheel.

“A powerful observation, Reginald,” his boss deadpanned. He sounded like somebody’s grandfather, and next to Reggie, he looked like one.

Reggie’s dark brown skin was as smooth as a newborn baby’s, and the short Afro tucked under his tweed newsboy cap only added to his boyish good looks. His bushy black mustache and sophisticated style—like the fitted white shirt, tan suede blazer, and flared black slacks he had on today—kept him from being mistaken for a college kid.

Even if the boss ditched the starched shirt, wide tie, and conservative side part, he couldn’t hide the lines etched into his pale skin like scars, or the worn look behind his cold eyes.

Reggie turned his attention back to the teens. They were still running on adrenaline and the illusion of freedom that youth offered. He watched them with a pang of envy. “It’s like they think nothing can touch them. Remember how that felt?”

“No. I was never an idiot.” The boss tapped his thumb against the steering wheel without disturbing the funnel of ash on the end of the cigarette in his hand. “People see what they want to see, which is generally nothing important.”

So much for small talk, Reggie thought as he continued to search the horde of kids. “There’s no way we could’ve missed him.”

“Your powers of deduction never disappoint me.” The boss took a drag from the Morley and exhaled slowly.

The cloud of smoke made Reggie’s eyes water, but he ignored it and focused on the funnel of ash, waiting for it to break off.

“The prodigal son appears.” The boss pointed his cigarette across the street at two boys walking down the sidewalk with backpacks slung over their shoulders.

Fox Mulder was a handsome kid—lean like a swimmer, with a look that was the perfect balance between clean-cut and I-don’t-give-a-crap. His dark brown hair hit just past the collar of his striped shirt, and the front was long enough to cover his eyes a little. Girls ate up that kind of thing. Fox stared into space as he shuffled along, holding a crumpled piece of paper.

The other boy was a different story. He was shorter than Fox by a foot, and the kid’s straight blond hair hung in his face, as if he was growing out a bad bowl haircut. His dirt-brown T-shirt featured a faded image of a scene from Star Wars, and his jeans were so long that the frayed bottoms dragged on the sidewalk.

The kid was talking nonstop, gesturing wildly and buzzing around Fox like a housefly. From the look of it, he could use a strip of duct tape to cover his mouth.

Reggie wasn’t a fan of talkers. They were a liability. “Who’s the kid with Bill Mulder’s son?”

“Are you familiar with the concept of research?” The boss finally tapped the cigarette against the edge of the ashtray, and the ash broke off in one piece, as if on command. He crushed the butt and focused his watery-blue eyes on Reggie. “Let me enlighten you. It’s a practice professionals use to obtain information so we don’t have to rely on assumptions.”

Reggie was tempted to fire back with a smart remark of his own, but the boss would make him regret it later. The organization they worked for was built on the backs of men and women with ice running through their veins—individuals willing to do whatever needed to be done, regardless of the cost—and the smoking man next to him was one of them.

“What’s my assignment?” Reggie wanted to get down to business. “Do you want me to collect Bill’s son?”

Collect sounded more civilized than abduct.

“Taking Samantha Mulder was partly insurance to keep her father from talking.” The boss opened a new pack of cigarettes and flicked his wrist, freeing one from the box. “And we all had to make sacrifices. But it would break Bill if we took his son, too, and right now we need him. The Project is at a critical stage that requires people with specific skills, and Bill Mulder is one of them.”

He lit the Morley and continued talking, with the cigarette tucked in the corner of his mouth. “So we have to keep an eye on Bill and his son. Follow the boy around and let me know if he does anything interesting. We’re also assessing Fox for potential recruitment.”

Tailing a teenager during spring break was a crap job, but Reggie wasn’t high enough in the food chain yet to complain about it. Instead he asked, “Who the hell names their kid Fox? His parents must hate him.”

“Bill and Teena are too busy hating each other. They were barely speaking when Bill moved out of the house in the fall.” The boss stared out the window, tracking Fox Mulder’s progress down the street. “The timing was perfect, actually. We stepped in and relocated Bill from Martha’s Vineyard to DC so he could work on the Project full-time. Fox came with him.”

“I’m surprised the kid’s mom let him go,” Reggie said. “My aunt and uncle divorced when I was young, and they butted heads about everything.”

“If I gave you the impression that I want to swap childhood memories, let me clarify. I don’t.” He took a long drag from his cigarette, and a new funnel of ash began to form. “Interestingly enough, sending Fox to live with his dad was Teena’s idea.”

“Doesn’t that seem strange?” Reggie asked, ignoring the insult.

“It does.” The boss exhaled, and a ribbon of smoke curled its way toward Reggie, who finally coughed and reached for the window handle. The boss snapped his fingers and pointed at the glass. “It stays up.”

Reggie ignored the burning sensation in his throat. He refused to appear weak in front of a man who had once referred to weakness as a disease during a debriefing. “Do you think Fox’s mom knows something?”

“The jury is still out. But when the verdict comes in, I’ll deal with Teena Mulder personally.” Another trail of smoke snaked from the boss’s chapped lips. “You focus on Fox. Update me directly—and only me.”

“So no reports?”

“Keep them to a minimum. We don’t want to leave any bread crumbs. So from this point on, you no longer have a name.

“Sign your reports as ‘X.’”
 
Copyright © 2017 Kami Garcia.

Kami Garcia is a #1 New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling author, and the coauthor of the Beautiful Creatures and Dangerous Creatures novels. Her solo works include the Bram Stoker–nominated novels Unbreakable and Unmarked, in The Legion series, and The Lovely Reckless, a standalone contemporary romance.

Kami was a teacher for seventeen years and coauthored her first novel on a dare from seven of her students. If she isn’t busy watching Supernatural, Kami can teach you how to escape from a pair of handcuffs or bake a Coca-Cola cake. Kami lives in Maryland with her family and their dogs, Spike and Oz.


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By John Wilkens

The “X-Files” TV show started as a cult hit and ended nine seasons later as one of the longest-running science fiction programs in history. That kind of popularity often spawns origin stories, and so it is with two new Young Adult books about the main X-Files heroes, FBI agents Fox Mulder and Dana Scully. “Devil’s Advocate,” by Jonathan Maberry, looks at Scully’s teen years, and “Agent of Chaos,” by Kami Garcia, explores Mulder’s. How did Mulder become a true believer in the paranormal and Scully a skeptic? Maberry, who lives in Del Mar, is one of San Diego’s busiest writers: horror, mystery, science fiction, westerns, poetry, comics, plays, short stories, non-fiction — even greeting cards. Garcia, who lives in Maryland, is best known as co-author of “Beautiful Creatures,” a novel written on a dare from seven of her former elementary school students. It’s been published in 50 countries and was turned into a movie in 2013.

Authors Jonathan Maberry and Kami Garcia: Jan. 3 at 7 p.m., Mysterious Galaxy, 5943 Balboa Ave., Suite 100, Clairemont. Free. (858) 268-4747 or mystgalaxy.com.

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The X-Files Origins: Devil’s Advocate: New Excerpt

Jonathan Maberry



The X-Files Origins: Devil's Advocate by Jonathan Maberry tells the backstory of how Dana Scully became a skeptic (Available January 3, 2017).

In the spring of 1979, fifteen-year-old Dana Scully has bigger problems than being the new girl in school. Dana has always had dreams. Sometimes they’ve even come true. Until now, she tried to write this off as coincidence. But ever since her father’s military career moved the family across the country to Craiger, Maryland, the dreams have been more like visions. Vivid, disturbing, and haunted by a shadowy figure who may be an angel . . . or the devil.

When a classmate who recently died in a car accident appears before Dana, her wounds look anything but accidental. Compelled by a force she can’t name, Dana uncovers even more suspicious deaths―and must face the danger­ous knowledge that evil is real.

But when a betrayal of faith makes her question everything, she begins to put her faith in being a skeptic.


CHAPTER 1

Scully Residence
Craiger, Maryland
April 1, 1979, 7:29 P.M.


“I want to believe,” said Dana Scully.

Melissa Scully looked at her sister. Dana sat a few feet away, red hair tangled by the wind, blue eyes fixed on the darkening sky. Above the canopy of leaves, the first stars of a brand-new April were igniting. The waxing crescent moon was low, slicing its way into the steeple of the empty church across the street. Deep in the tall grass, a lone cricket chirped, calling for others who were not yet born.

“Believe in what?” asked Melissa. She twisted a curl of her own auburn hair around one finger.

“Everything,” said Dana. She sat with her knees up, arms wrapped around her shins, cheek on one knee. “The stuff you keep talking about. The stuff Gran always talks about.” She shrugged. “All of it.”

“So,” said Melissa, giving her own shrug, “believe. What’s stopping you?”

Dana said nothing for a long time, and the cricket was the only sound. Twilight’s last fires were burning out, and the streaks of red and gold and lavender that had been painted across the sky were thickening to the uniform color of a rotting plum. Dark, purple, and ugly. A tidal wave of storm clouds was rolling in from the southeast, and there was the smell of seawater and ozone on the breeze. Although it was unseasonably warm for early spring, the storm was pushing cold and damp air ahead of it.

When Dana finally spoke, her voice was soft, distant, more like she was talking to herself than to Melissa. “Because I don’t know if they’re actually visions or only dreams.”

“Maybe they’re the same thing.”

Dana cut her a look. “Really? ’Cause last week I dreamed that Bo from Dukes of Hazzard picked me up at school and we went driving in that stupid car of his and then we made out like crazy in the church parking lot.”

“You never made out with anyone.”

“That’s my point. And when I do … if I do … are you going to sit there and tell me it’ll be with some grown-up guy on a TV show? He’s old. He’s like twenty or something, so it would be illegal, too. You can’t tell me I’m seeing my own future.”

Melissa laughed. “Okay, so maybe not all dreams are prophecies, but some are. And sometimes those dreams are really important.”

“How do you know that?” Dana asked.

“Everyone knows that. Dreams—okay, some dreams—are our inner eyes opening to the possibilities of the infinite.”

Dana sighed. “You always say stuff like that.”

They sat and watched the bruise-colored sky turn black. Way off to the south there was a flash of lightning that veined the inside of the coming storm clouds. Thunder muttered far away. The first breezes came spiraling out of the night, whipping at the leaves and lifting the corners of their blanket. Melissa closed her eyes and leaned into the wind, smiling as it caressed her face.

The wind faded slowly and then it was still again, except for the lonely cricket, which was beginning to sound desperate.

“Maybe if you tell me what the dream was about,” said Melissa, turning to glance at Dana, “then I could help you figure out whether it was a dream or a vision.”

Dana shook her head.

“Oh, come on … you’ve been in a mood all day long. It’s clearly bothering you, so why not tell me?”

High above, somewhere in the dark, invisible against the sky, they heard the sudden flap of wings and the lonely, plaintive call of a crow. Dana shivered.

Melissa reached out and put her hand on her sister’s arm. Dana’s skin was covered with goose bumps. “Jeez, you want to go in and get a sweater?”

“I’m not cold,” said Dana.

Melissa frowned.

Dana finally said, “I dreamed … I saw … something bad.”

Her voice was small. It was younger than her fifteen years. Melissa moved closer and put her arm around Dana’s shoulders.

“What did you see?” she asked.

Dana turned to her, and the moonlight revealed two pale lines on her cheeks. Silver tear tracks that ran crookedly from eyes to chin.

“I dreamed I saw the devil.”

CHAPTER 2

Outside Scully Residence
10:07 P.M.


The car crouched quietly at the curb, lights off, engine off.

Two shapes sat in the front seat. There was a chill in the air and they had collars turned up and hats pulled low. The street was silent and a light rain fell, pattering on the hood of the car, plinking in puddles, hissing in the grass. The wet asphalt looked like a river of oil as it wound up and curved around the darkened houses.

The two shapes watched the Scully house, first in darkness and then lit by a last flash of distant lightning.

“She’ll do,” said the passenger, breaking the long silence.

“You’re sure?” asked the driver.

“Time will tell.”

There was a sound from the backseat, and both men turned to see another shape there. Bulky and soaked from the rain. The third figure, a big man in a dark blue uniform, sat hunched forward, face in his trembling hands, sobbing quietly. “Please,” he whispered. “Please don’t…”

The two men in the front exchanged a look and turned away.

Lightning flashed once more, tracing the edges and lines of the house with a blue-white glow.

The man behind the wheel smiled, his teeth as bright as the lightning.

“She’ll do.”

CHAPTER 3

Scully Residence
10:09 P.M.


Dana prayed she would not dream again that night.

She prayed hard, on her knees, hands clasped and fingers twisted together, trying to concentrate on her prayer despite the music from the next room.

Melissa’s bedroom was on the other side of a thin wall. She was in one of those moods where she played the same album over and over again. Tonight it was the self-titled Fleetwood Mac record that came out four years ago, when Melissa was thirteen. Sometimes her sister played whole albums without pause except to flip the disk over; and then there were long stretches where she’d play and replay the same song. Lately it was “Rhiannon.” Melissa was rereading Triad: A New Novel of the Supernatural by Mary Leader, the book that inspired the song. Melissa believed that she, like the character in the song, was the reincarnation of a Welsh witch.

That was Melissa.

Dana took a breath, pressed her eyes shut, touched her hand to the small cross she wore on a gold chain—an exact match of the one Melissa wore—and tried again to recite the prayer to the Virgin.

“Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen.”

Dana was not as diligent as she wanted to be. Faith, like belief in anything that was part of the spiritual world, took effort for her, but at the same time it interested her. She liked the orderliness and structure of the rituals and prayers; they were like formulae to her. She went to church, but not as often as her mother wanted her to. There were answers there, she knew, but maybe not to her own questions. Or maybe it was that her instincts told her that church wasn’t going to answer all her questions. She wasn’t sure.

She finished the prayer, rose from her knees, sat down on the edge of the bed, and opened her Bible to where she’d placed a feather as a bookmark. It was a crow feather she’d found on the bottom step of the porch. Dana used the soft, gleaming tip to brush the words as she read the passage. Second Corinthians, chapter eleven, verse fourteen. “‘And no wonder, for even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light.’”

Those words troubled her.

Since moving to the town of Craiger, Maryland, a few months ago, Dana had begun having more vivid and frequent dreams. Back in San Diego, her odd dreams had been strange but kind of fun. She’d dream the ending of a movie before the family went to see it. She’d know someone’s name before being introduced. The dreams were like a freaky kind of déjà vu, because she usually only remembered them when the substance of her dreams became the reality of the moment. Not that she ever had many of those dreams. A few, scattered through the months. They’d only turned strange and dark here in Craiger. And she was having them much more often. Maybe it was the town. Maybe it was that Dana felt more like an outsider here.

She had no friends yet. No real friends. Melissa, who was two years older and a senior, could make friends anywhere. She was that kind of girl. Dana wasn’t. She knew she was a difficult person to like because she was inside her own head a lot of the time. The switch from nine years of Catholic school to tenth grade in a public school wasn’t helping. Dana was unnerved by the lack of structure here—she was used to everyone being in uniforms and everyone following the rules. She was struggling to fit in at school, while Melissa acted like she’d been freed from prison.

Dana set the Bible aside and got up feeling stiff and sore, so she unrolled her yoga mat. That was something new to try. Melissa had gotten hooked on it back in San Diego and swore that yoga was a pathway to enlightenment. Dana was just happy enough to have something to untangle the knots in her muscles. The mountain pose was an easy place to start. She stood tall with her feet together, shoulders relaxed, weight evenly distributed through her soles, arms at her sides. Then she took a deep breath and raised her hands overhead, palms facing each other with arms straight. She reached up toward the ceiling with her fingertips. And held them there, concentrating on breathing and letting her muscles relax.

Yoga was probably another thing the girls in school would think was weird.

There was a definite animosity in school that everyone accepted as normal. It was some kind of invisible dividing line between military brats like themselves and townies. She’d seen it in San Diego and it was definitely here in Craiger—although it never seemed to touch Melissa. Her sister was always able to go back and forth between those groups, and people just seemed to accept her. And like her. It was never that easy for Dana.

If anyone at school here knew what Dana was dreaming about lately, they’d really stay away. They wouldn’t just treat her as a stranger.… They’d know she was a freak.

That was why she’d kept the dreams to herself.

After all, how could she ever explain that she’d seen the devil?

She hadn’t told Melissa the whole truth tonight, either. She hadn’t told her that she’d been having these dreams ever since they’d moved here—not just once but almost every night. There was something about the town. It wasn’t right in some way that Dana simply could not describe. Or understand.

She tired of the mountain pose and got facedown on the mat to do the cobra. She placed her hands flat with her thumbs directly under her shoulders, legs extended with the tops of her feet on the mat. Then she tightened her pelvic floor—an action that always made her feel a little weird and self-conscious—tucked her hips downward, and squeezed her glutes. Then very slowly and steadily she pushed against the floor to raise her head and shoulders and upper torso while keeping her lower stomach and legs in place. At the point of maximum lift, she tried to push her chest toward the opposite wall. The idea was to do the movement, relax, and repeat, but she held it, feeling the muscles in her lower back unclench. There were two small pops as something in her spine moved into place. That shift deflated a ball of tension that had been sitting in her lower back all day.

Okay, so maybe there was something to the yoga stuff after all.

She relaxed, and repeated, again holding the pose.

Through the wall Melissa sang along with the raspy-voiced lead singer. Talking about being taken by the wind. Talking about being promised heaven. That triggered another flash of the dreams Dana was having. The dreams were different and they came in fragments, like she was trying to adjust an antenna on a TV station just out of range. There were bits of images, snatches of words, but no real story in any of them. One thing was constant, though, and it made Dana feel strange, confused, and even a little guilty: in her dreams, the devil always looked like an angel. So pure and handsome. Dana knew that Lucifer had been the Angel of Light. It was confusing, because in Catholic school she’d always imagined the devil as hideous and ugly. What if he wasn’t? What if he was beautiful? Maybe, she thought, that would explain why it was easy for some people to fall under his spell.

The angel she dreamed about had kind eyes and gentle hands and a smile that was a little sad. He sat on the edge of her bed and whispered secrets to Dana, secrets she could not remember when she woke up.

But she knew it was important to the devil that she believed him. That she believed he was not evil. That he was misunderstood. That he was really good.

Deep in her heart Dana wondered if there was even such a thing as evil. After all, if God created the universe and everything in it, then he had to have created evil and the devil, also. And why would he have done that? Didn’t it make more sense that the devil was helping God by chasing confused people in the direction of faith and salvation?

She was sure the nuns in her old school would be furious with her for that kind of thought.

Dana realized that she had been holding the pose too long, and now the released tension in her back returned. She lowered herself to the floor, then rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. Outside there was a rumble of thunder that sounded like laughter. Not raucous party laughter or her own dad’s deep-throated laugh when he was in one of his rare happy moods. No, this was different. Darker. It was a mean little laugh. As if the night were laughing at a secret it didn’t yet want to share. Wind hissed like snakes in the trees.

In the next bedroom, the song started again and her sister sang and the clock ticked its way deeper into the night.

Copyright © 2017 Jonathan Maberry.

Jonathan Maberry is a New York Times bestselling author and five-time Bram Stoker Award-winner. He writes in multiple genres including suspense, thriller, horror, science fiction, fantasy, action, and steampunk, for adults, teens, and middle grade. His works include the Joe Ledger thrillers, Rot & RuinMars One, and Captain America, which is in development for a feature film. He writes comics for Marvel, Dark Horse, and IDW and is the editor of such high-profile anthologies as The X-FilesV-WarsOut of TuneBaker Street IrregularsNights of the Living Dead, and Scary Out There. He lives in Del Mar, California.


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16 Young Adult Novels To Read In 2017, According To YA Authors



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Say what you will about 2016 — and clearly there is plenty to say, most of it not so positive — it was an absolutely awesome year for teen reads, with YA triumphs like Nicola Yoon's National Book Award-nominated The Sun Is Also A Star, Heidi Heilig's swashbuckling The Girl From Everywhere, and Stacey Lee's inspiring historical Outrun the Moon hitting shelves. Still, we're glad to see 2016 go, largely because 2017 is chock full of awesome reads to come, from gorgeous, timely debuts like The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas, to much anticipated second books from authors like Adam Silvera, who returns with his sure-to-be-heartbreaking sophomore effort, History Is All You Left Me, and new series like Flame In the Mist from recent beloveds like Renee Ahdieh.

But don't take my word for it. You already added to your 2016 to-be-read pile with sure-footed recommendations from some awesome authors, so we've rounded up a few more amazing voices to chime in on what has to climb to the top of your 2017 TBR list. Herewith, some thoughtful picks from YA faves like David Levithan, Elizabeth Eulberg, Robin Talley, Danielle Paige and more authors whose books you should already have on your radar.

Danielle Paige, author of Stealing Snow, recommends:



The X-Files Origins: Agent of Chaos by Kami Garcia



"In the age of Stranger Things, I find myself longing for a YA thriller with a hint of alien DNA. The idea of a teen Mulder story is a dream come true! But you don’t have to be a fan to access this story. It has ton a of Easter Eggs for the super fan, but Kami Garcia has crafted a suspenseful mystery that will engage any fan of the dark and twisty. Set in 1979, Mulder is living in DC with his dad for his senior year after his parents split up, and children start disappearing. He's haunted by his sister Samantha's disappearance and possible alien abduction, so when the kids start going missing he can't ignore it. The clues put him on the trail of a possible serial killer. It sets up his obsessive personality and the deep sense of loyalty and justice we see in Mulder as an adult on the show. And it puts him on the path to becoming a true believer in the paranormal.

Garcia is a true master paranormal and YA. Beautiful Creatures (with cowriter Margaret Stohl) is one of my faves. And her latest, The Lovely Reckless, a sexy YA contempt about love and illegal car racing, has all the feels and edge that you want in a teen romance. But here in X-files, she finds yet another gear, weaving a deft psychological thrill ride while giving an iconic fan fave an origin story worthy of the complicated hero he becomes."

Stealing Snow by Danielle Paige, $10.79, Amazon

The X-Files Origins: Agent of Chaos, $13.79, Amazon


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How did Dana Scully become a skeptic?


Read this dark thriller to find out why millions of people became obsessed with The X-Files.


In the spring of 1979, fifteen-year-old Dana Scully has bigger problems than being the new girl in school. Dana has always had dreams. Sometimes they’ve even come true. Until now, she tried to write this off as coincidence. But ever since her father’s military career moved the family across the country to Craiger, Maryland, the dreams have been more like visions. Vivid, disturbing, and haunted by a shadowy figure who may be an angel . . . or the devil.


When a classmate who recently died in a car accident appears before Dana, her wounds look anything but accidental. Compelled by a force she can’t name, Dana uncovers even more suspicious deaths―and must face the danger­ous knowledge that evil is real.
But when a betrayal of faith makes her question everything, she begins to put her faith in being a skeptic.


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Fresh Meat: January 1 to 7 — 25 Speculative Fiction Releases

The X-Files Origins: Agent of Chaos

Kami Garcia



How did Fox Mulder become a believer?

Read this dark thriller to find out why millions of people became obsessed with The X-Files.

In the spring of 1979, seventeen-year-old Fox Mulder has bigger problems than applying for college. Five years ago, his younger sister disap­peared from their home and was never heard from again. Mulder blames himself, and his mother blames his father, who has retreated into his top-secret work for the State Depart­ment. In Fox’s senior year, his dad has moved him to Washington, DC—away from his friends on Martha’s Vineyard.

While Mulder doesn’t mind the fresh start and not being known as “that kid with the missing sister,” he’s still obsessed with finding Samantha. So when a local boy turns up dead and another child is abducted, Mulder can’t stop himself from getting involved. Could there be a link to his sister’s case? As he uncovers the truth, Mulder and his friends find themselves on the trail of a serial killer.

Sucked into a world where conspiracies, the occult, and madness overlap, Fox Mulder starts to believe.

An Imprint Book

The X-Files Origins: Devil’s Advocate

Jonathan Maberry



How did Dana Scully become a skeptic?

Read this dark thriller to find out why millions of people became obsessed with The X-Files.

In the spring of 1979, fifteen-year-old Dana Scully has bigger problems than being the new girl in school. Dana has always had dreams. Sometimes they’ve even come true. Until now, she tried to write this off as coincidence. But ever since her father’s military career moved the family across the country to Craiger, Maryland, the dreams have been more like visions. Vivid, disturbing, and haunted by a shadowy figure who may be an angel . . . or the devil.

When a classmate who recently died in a car accident appears before Dana, her wounds look anything but accidental. Compelled by a force she can’t name, Dana uncovers even more suspicious deaths—and must face the danger­ous knowledge that evil is real.

But when a betrayal of faith makes her question everything, she begins to put her faith in being a skeptic.

An Imprint Book

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In the spring of 1979, 17-year-old Fox Mulder has bigger problems than applying for college. Five years ago, his younger sister disap­peared from their home and was never heard from again. Mulder blames himself, and his mother blames his father, who has retreated into his top-secret work for the State Depart­ment. In Fox’s senior year, his dad has moved him to Washington, DC. While Mulder doesn’t mind the fresh start and not being known as “that kid with the missing sister,” he’s still obsessed with finding Samantha. So when a local boy turns up dead and another child is abducted, Mulder can’t stop himself from getting involved. Could there be a link to his sister’s case? As he uncovers the truth, Mulder and his friends find themselves on the trail of a serial killer. Sucked into a world where conspiracies, the occult, and madness overlap, Fox Mulder starts to believe.

In the spring of 1979, 15-year-old Dana Scully has bigger problems than being the new girl in school. Dana has always had dreams. Sometimes they’ve even come true. Until now, she tried to write this off as coincidence. But ever since her father’s military career moved the family across the country to Craiger, Maryland, the dreams have been more like visions. Vivid, disturbing, and haunted by a shadowy figure who may be an angel … or the devil. When a classmate who recently died in a car accident appears before Dana, her wounds look anything but accidental. Compelled by a force she can’t name, Dana uncovers even more suspicious deaths—and must face the danger­ous knowledge that evil is real. But when a betrayal of faith makes her question everything, she begins to put her faith in being a skeptic.

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The X-Files: Origins authors on writing teen Mulder and Scully

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It’s not easy approaching a popular property — be it a book series, TV show, or movie — and creating original work within the original universe. That’s just one of the challenges authors Jonathan Maberry (Rot & Ruin) and Kami Garcia (The Lovely Reckless) had to consider when writing The X-Files: Origins books.

Fortunately, both writers are big fans of the TV series, having watched it during its original run on Fox in the early ‘90s.

“Fox Mulder and Dana Scully were brilliantly crafted characters,” says Garcia of why the show spoke to her. “They were both flawed and made mistakes. They felt like real people.” As for what drew Maberry in, he says, “There was a mythology that covered the entire season, and eventually the entire show. It was more like the way a novel is written. I found it absolutely compelling.”

It was this combination that both authors wanted to incorporate into their respective books, Devil’s Advocate (Maberry) and Agent of Chaos (Garcia).

However, there are a few obstacles both authors had to face. First, not only are the beloved characters still teenagers — and therefore not the people audiences know and love yet — but they’re also not the dynamic duo synonymous with the series, as their iconic meeting won’t take place until they’re a bit older.

As a result, both authors approached their books as origin stories, chronicling what it was that set Mulder and Scully on the path to becoming the believer and skeptic we already know.

In Devil’s Advocate, Dana Scully is faced with visions of a recently deceased classmate when a killer who considers himself an “angel” kills teens in the town where she’s recently moved. As the teen investigates (with some help from her older, more believing sister), she finds herself reevaluating what her own beliefs might be — not unlike how she will as an adult.    

“They mention a couple of times in the series that she had visions. I always wondered why they never explored why she went from believer to skeptic,” explains Maberry of what he wanted to delve into in terms of Scully’s backstory. “Scully is always willing to believe, but she really does need that proof. It’s never a comfortable acceptance.”

Agent of Chaos follows Fox Mulder as he attempts to find the person responsible for the death of a local teen, as well as the disappearance of another, with the help of two best friends. Much like his older self, Mulder’s tenacious side rises to the occasion as he tries to piece together what happened.

“He doesn’t have an inkling there [might be] a paranormal explanation, but as a teen you’re willing to make leaps that adults are more hesitant to make,” says Garcia of Mulder’s mindset when her book kicks off — some of which establishes the younger character’s interest in space and becoming an astronaut. “At the core, Mulder is incredibly loyal and earnest, but also very stubborn and impulsive. There were always seeds of that in him, but this is the story of what cemented that and put him on the path to Oxford, the FBI, and ultimately working on the X-Files.”

But what neither teen knows is that they’re going up against the Syndicate, the shadowy government organization they will encounter later, in their adult lives. It’s a balancing act that sees each adventure provide the characters with their first brush with the paranormal, despite neither being truly aware of what truths lie out there.


“It’s fascinating how closely their planets orbited each other without them being aware of one another,” says Maberry of Mulder and Scully never running into one another over the course of either book, despite being in the same town at one point. “The Syndicate was always at work in their lives in one way or another, which allowed us to add a level of creepy paranoia and to know that the stuff that they would eventually investigate was not something new. They were just new to it.”

But while the books are rife with parallels and nods to the show, both Maberry and Garcia were concerned with audiences being able to read them without being familiar with the TV series.

“These books had to function on two levels. They had to be an amazing read for X-Files fans of any age, but they also had to be strong thrillers that someone who’s never watched an episode could pick up,” explains Garcia. “We hope it would lead them to The X-Files, but even if it didn’t, they could read and enjoy these as thrillers.”

One way to do that was to base both mysteries in reality. For Garcia, that meant intensive research into the locations and time period — including tracking down ticket stubs to a baseball game Mulder is watching to confirm the time — while Maberry dug into the science of the ‘70s and found himself in familiar territory.

“There was a thing called ‘MKUltra,’ or the Monarch Project. It’s not proven, but a lot of people believe that a lot of psychic research is being done for the military and espionage. They used it as part of the backstory for Stranger Things,” explains Maberry. “That’s in my book and the TV show as that’s what the Syndicate was using to develop super soldiers and spies.”

In the end, all the work they put into writing their respective books has paid off, as Chris Carter, the creator of The X-Files himself, deemed them “canon,” or rather, the “official” backstories of both Mulder and Scully, the ultimate reward for two fans of the series.


Says Garcia of the news, “To have a show that you love so much and have some of your work become officially part of that mythology, especially an origin story, it’s such an honor.”

Both The X-Files: Origins books, Devil’s Advocate and Agent of Chaos, are available now.

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