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In a toxic future flooded by dead oceans and poisonous gases, twin siblings Keeto and Elize become the target of an otherworldly predator in their quest to save Elize from their mother’s fate.
Not even Earth’s world government, the Unification, can protect them. In fact, its own secret desire to be the first to locate the twins summons still others to the hunt — others whose true intentions remain hidden.
Will Keeto and Elize find the answers that they seek in time? Or will their questioning lead them down a dangerous path where treachery, lies, and deceit reside? This is the epoch of Nemecene, where the real answers are waiting for you to discover them...before they discover you.
Are you prepared?
THE THREE NARRATORS
Each chapter is organized into three sections, each section consistently assigned to a single narrator.Section 1 - Nathruyu: She moves through time with the balletic grace of a tantric ninja.
"These gemstone eyes are watching you and they will leave you wanting, either for more, either for less, but wanting nonetheless.
In Nathruyu’s world, there is no first person narrative and no third person detachment, since such a distinction only exists as an illusion of the mind. There is only a visceral experience through the entity that animates her flesh. If her narration seems obscure or her vocabulary provocative, they are. Every word is an intention designed to suspend time through the void in which she glides. Nothing is by happenstance.
So keep a dictionary handy and feel Nathruyu’s pace as she expresses herself through rhythm, and sometimes through rhyme, for this is the voice that defines her kind."Section 2 - Elize: Her restless tough-girl attitude betrays her splintered mind.
"Keet is such a pup. Honestly. There’s nothing mystical about my nightmares. It’s a scientific fact that dreams are just our brain’s way of processing things. And in my case, it’s simply trauma nothing more. Keet’s afraid I’ll get lost in some mental void like Mother and that Father will commit me to the GHU. That’s where Mother died. Wipe that image. No more tears. Good. So we’re keeping everything hush. Crazed, eh? Anyway, I hope he’s wrong. Better keep the voices to myself. Everybody hears some. They just won’t admit it. It’s not considered normal. Right. Normal. At least, we’ll be gone soon and maybe even…Crap! No. Not now.
Breathe, Eli, breathe. Here he comes. Breathe. Act normal."Section 3 - Keeto: His courage hides inside the cocoon of an armchair archaeologist.
"Time has not filled the void you left when Eli and I were just nine years old. As I cloister myself here, sprinkling the pages of another journal with my emotions, I image that you see through my eyes, and write through my quill. It is this insanity that keeps me sane while my days spent digging for answers to questions that constantly change consume my sheltered life. If only your spirit could materialize into the Mother I need you to be once again. But reality reminds me otherwise. My only hope is that connecting with you, in these quiet and sometimes not so quiet moments of reflection, will uncover truths that liberate us all.
But will they come soon enough?"SaveSaveSaveSaveSaveSaveSaveSaveSaveSaveSaveSaveSaveSaveSaveSaveSaveSaveSaveSaveSaveSaveSaveSaveSaveSaveSaveSaveSaveSaveSaveSave