REDEYES Sneaky Excerpt- Chapter Three

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They followed him up the beach to a path bordered by palms, and stepped under the looming growth of bordering trees. Milly didn’t know the names of them all, but the smell of squashed greenery engulfed them as thickly as the heat.

‘Where are we, Professor Ratgrabber?’ Milly asked from the back of the line and he turned his cheek to her, never faltering in his lead of the funeral march.

‘Rahtgraber,’ he said, extending his vowels. ‘This island is built on a volcanic reef atoll. During your stay both sponsors and volunteers will have indelible assurance of security and safety.’

Perhaps he had a script hidden beneath that fine suit, unfortunately for him it was a journalist’s prerogative to ad-lib. ‘Thanks, but where is the island?’

‘We allow internet access,’ he said as though she hadn’t spoken. ‘We have communication abilities, of course. But we also discourage disclosure of the resort’s secure location. You understand, Miss. Threefold.’

She caught Tristen’s gaze before answering. ‘Think so, professor.’

Paddy’s brother had found the courage to ask his own questions now, the first being, ‘Where’s the toilet?’ The second, ‘Will we pass it soon?’

Paddy laughed so hard he shook. Trist just looked desperate until they emerged from the jungle. An obtuse square of a building sat amongst the foliage, and the industrial-sized stoicism seemed to reignite his zeal. To Milly the whole thing looked dilapidated.

‘Come, please,’ said their overqualified guide, and they entered the angular building through freshly wiped glass doors on stiff hinges that didn’t dare squeak. Inside it was too clean. It smelled of water and disinfectant and mops. The cushioning of light grey carpet absorbed their footsteps as they came to three doors, the kind with a horizontal push-to-escape bar and usually no handle on the other side which was comforting.

The professor brought them to a stop. ‘We will activate your neuro-chips without delay as I’m sure you are all excited to begin. Each volunteer and their sponsor go through their own door. There will be time for socialisation afterwards,’ he said, and stepped aside, flat eyes on her. He must be a starer. Some people never quite learnt how long to look at someone, whether they were checking out an ass or admiring a handbag.

Trist moved first, hands loose at his sides and lips pressed into a line. Milly waited, letting him be sure he wanted to keep walking, only then did she follow. The professor leaned in when she passed as though he was going to share something, but he simply leered with the small pupils of presumptuous, elderly curiosity.

She heard Trishy muttering something with the quiet speed of gossip, and comic book boy giggled. They’d noticed her spine.

She looked forward to the questions that would come later, everyone striving to be polite when all they really wanted was gruesome details. They’d begin with ‘how did it feel?’ and graduate to ‘can you turn around on the toilet to wipe your own backside or does someone else do that for you?’ but maybe put with some politically correct terminology. She looked forward to that.

On the other side it was bright as a dentist’s surgery. A male technician in sterile gloves and pale clothes sat beside a small table with a metallic syringe and a wad of cotton, his face had the same shape as a kidney bean.

Someone closed the door behind Milly and professor Rahtgraber strode past them to the Kidney Bean technician. ‘I will do these two. See if the others need you,’ he said in a grumbled aside and the technician fled without saying a word. He picked up the syringe and sat down on the high stool that rolled back on its wheels, but his spider thin legs were long enough to reach the ground.

At the other end of the room, another door opened and a man-boy with a quiff swaggered in holding a computer tablet. He didn’t look up from whatever he typed and the door slowly swung itself shut behind him. He didn’t seem to know they were there as he smiled at the screen and shifted his feet, leaning back against the closed door.

‘This is our chief technician,’ professor Rahtgraber said with untamed annoyance, biting his words out. ‘Introduce yourself.’

The man-boy laughed. ‘He means chief engineer, program designer, and all-round awesome guy,’ he said and finally lowered his computer. He looked them up and down with his tongue pressed into the side of his mouth, and raised his eyebrows. ‘Dr. Roddy Beamer, Phd, EngD, D.C.S.,’ he said, ‘and they’re my credentials, not my full name. You can just call me Lord.’ He grinned at Milly and came forward to extend a hand to her…

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Book Review: The N Chronicles by John Murray Mckay

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**SPOILERS**

The N Chronicles by John Murray Mckay

Summary: In this science fiction fantasy by Wattpad author John Murray Mckay we’re plunged into a dirty and brutal post-apocalyptic world. Samantha Worthington Day is important. After a disaster with Geneva’s Large Hadron Collider, our universe tears itself apart and humanity does what it always has: goes to war. When creatures and demons break through our flimsy earthly barriers, life becomes a trial of survival, not comfort. Samantha is a Lightbringer in this world of Gronks, Pulse monsters, and dragons.

Samantha discovers her strange powers with the help of some prophetic monsters and mystically powerful tools meant only for her. There isn’t anything in the world worth saving, but Samantha endeavours to do so anyway, and with a gritty determination that turns out to be her greatest weapon in a final, yet Pyrrhic, melee.

The N Chronicles Season 1 is only the first in a long series, read it free on Wattpad: http://www.wattpad.com/story/1664102-the-n-chronicles-season-1-finished

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Review: Each chapter is short, dramatic, and stuffed with enough action to make your eyeballs sweat. It’s not clear whether the cataloging of time-stamped experiences are in a diary format, but the informative first person narrative renders you a transfixed vegetable in the same way a good TV show turns its watchers into obsessed followers.

Ignore the odd spelling/grammar mistake, because John Murray Mckay’s whack-you-in-the-face-with-a-glowing-shield excitement more than makes up for it. The dark pain of everyday trauma is not for the gentle-hearted, and the language isn’t for younger readers, adults only I’m afraid, but if you’re in the mood for something that’s likely to give you a coronary with every desperate punch, this is for you.

John Murray Mckay has his own style, so be prepared for something different, and don’t forget to pack your sword, especially around chapter 45. You have been warned.

The ending is certain to enrage as we’re left with questions galore once Samantha is tossed into a pit (hell? We’re not sure) and meets a  robed character with a cryptic line of dialogue that begs to be pasted into Google Translate. And then we’re left with the set-up of the next installment rearing to go. It’s not really meant to be read without the rest of the series, so here’s John’s condensed  introduction to season 2:

“In a world gone terribly wrong, where the monsters of our deepest nightmares have come alive, one girl is on a journey to find sanctuary in America. These are the N Chronicles. Follow her journey across the United States with real-life GPS coordinates and experience true life locations with Samantha Worthington Day.”

 

The author and I had a quick chat about this particular work, here’s what he said:

1. Why did you connect the fictional apocalyptic catalyst in your novel with Geneva's LHC?

It’s about the fear of the unknown. We are pushing the very boundaries of space and science with the LHC. The thing is, we don’t know what is on the other side of the cliff face that we are going over. There is a very powerful them in my connection in that man is trying to reset the boundaries of science without taking the consequences into account. 

2. Why did you choose the first-person diary log format? 

A diary is a very intimate and personal experience. It’s a mark we leave behind for the next generations where they can experience our lives and mistakes through text. A diary can serve as a warning and inspiration to those who read it.

3. Was Samantha's discovery of heroic powers in such a dark time a metaphor from which we could learn? 

Yes, there is always hope and there is always light. Even in the darkest of times, we must hold on to that light and it will eventually lead us home.

4.How many seasons of The N Chronicles can we expect?

At least two more, I haven’t even started the story of Christina yet. So you can relax and be sure that for the next few years, well I am going to blow you away with my story.

5. What advice would you give to potential writers of post-apocalyptic thrillers?

Keep the soul. Once your story loses its heart and essence- then the emotional resonance will be lost on reader and they will abandon your book eventually. Make them care.

6. What projects do you have planned for the future?

Well I am thinking of a comedy book of Moonshiners moving into posh Los Angeles and causing chaos but it’s still in the concept phase and many years away from me even thinking of starting it. 

 

7 out of 10 for this brinnande skrift!

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Book Review: Bad Company by Wendy Nelson

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Summary:  The paranormal horror Bad Company follows tenacious teen Eliza Taylor’s excommunication to her withered but secretive great, great (great, great?) aunt Celeste’s shop in Blackwater Missouri. Ordinary girl Eliza doesn’t just learn her lesson, she discovers a world of untapped sin and demonic contracture hidden behind the storefront facade.

Co-worker and roomie Dante is hot in all senses of the word, and Eliza finds him harder to befriend than cute guy Chase, who charms his way into her heart. Unfortunately for Chase, the Seven Deadly Sins are rife and free at the behest of demon Asher, and poor Chase swallows a heart-full of Lust.

Given that Eliza has trapped her violent and powerful aunt into the Monet painting(you really have to read it), it’s now Eliza’s duty to sort the sins from the souls. First on the list being Chase whom finds himself raging through women in pursuit of the object of  his desire- Eliza.

With reluctant(and mysteriously ancient) Dante’s aid, Eliza helps Chase at the cost of a full body tackle to the ground. We end Bad Company with a devilish bargain and a dramatic  reveal that’ll knock your socks across the room. Read here to find out: http://www.wattpad.com/story/2148513-bad-company

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Review: This is a story about a previously ordinary girl with the deceit of demon deals on her shoulders. She meets dangerously attractive(and occasionally inhuman) young men on her journey to saving souls, hers included, with a shop-full of action to entertain.

Wendy Nelson’s heroine Eliza Taylor has enough sass to outwit a demon, literally. With hilariously endearing realism, Bad Company’s female lead invites the reader to laugh, cringe and cry along with her.

The concept of the Seven Deadly Sins tempting contracted souls should be enough to entice many superstitious or supernaturally-obsessed readers. The prospect of two daringly beautiful men might hook the rest. You can trust in Wendy Nelson’s serpentine plot to carry you off to heaven, and the feelings you’ll have for Dante and Chase will send you blushing all the way down to the Devil’s hot tub.

A must-read for teens with a hankering for the otherworldly.

About her novel, Wendy Nelson says,

BAD COMPANY is my Teen Paranormal Fiction that revolves around my fascination 
with the 7 Deadly Sins and Good vs. Evil. There is something altogether visceral
about the various sins human beings commit, but what if they were something we
knowingly bought? Could you resist even if it meant getting what you most desired 
in the world?

8 out of 10 for this brinnande skrift!
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