Finally. Something. The Rathmore Chaos Prologue.
Finally. Something. Not the cover art. Maybe better. The Prologue to The Rathmore Chaos.In the novel, Tully Harper must find and rescue a lost friend. This journey takes him to a very real place in our solar system. The Ascendant have made it their home, in secret, for ages. What will he find when he uncovers its location? Will he discover the secrets to his own powers? You'll know soon enough. Pre-orders on the book will begin this month, and the release date is March 2015. If you haven't read The Conspiracy Game, read reviews and grab a copy here.Yours Truly, Adam
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The black canyon stretched in front of me, two hundred yards from one frozen side to the other, a jaw ready to swallow me whole. The old me--the one that lived on Earth and tried to avoid homework—would never have dreamed of jumping this divide. The new me—the one that sneaks into space—could handle bigger problems, like leaping canyons. Also, the new me weighed 15 pounds on this alien world. Nothing beats low gravity. As long as I hit my first step, I would leap the canyon with no problem, which I did, and waited on the other side for the rest of our team. The stars above me winked their approval.If it had not been for the Ascendant, we would never have made it this far. Their lies made the Earth so dangerous that I had to leave. I should probably thank the Ascendant for that. I had never been closer to finding my long lost friend than I was at that moment, watching the others leap the canyon on the way to our destination.The Rathmore Chaos. My oxygen levels read 90%--nice—so I took a deep breath and watched several moons and planets bobbing across the horizon. I rubbed the backs of my scarred hands, which were supposedly my greatest weapon, but lately hadn’t been reliable. I caught my reflection in my helmet visor--who was I really, this new me, this boy in a battle with a hostile alien race? One jumper then another landed nearby, and as our final team member sailed across the canyon, a tremor knocked us to the ground. In the middle of the canyon a geyser erupted, spewing liquid water hundreds of feet into the air. The water transformed into chunks of ice in the frigid air. Oh, no. Up went the geyser and with it went my friend. She flailed wildly, trying to stop from spinning as she sailed high into the alien sky. The rest of us jumped to our feet and bounded after her, and I hoped like mad for one thing—that my powers would return before she landed in this land of ice as sharp as knives.The phrase, Houston, we have a problem, comes to mind. In fact, Houston, we have about a thousand problems, but we’re millions of miles from you now. I can't explain this geyser disaster--or the ones that came after it--unless I back up a few weeks. You know, when the world still thought I was a teen runaway, not a dangerous space traveler. Let me pick up this story in a news studio, right after my first trip into space, and fill you in from there. We’ll work our way back to this canyon eventually, and then we’ll travel well beyond it to where I am now, in the Rathmore Chaos.
Happy New Year,Tully Harper
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The black canyon stretched in front of me, two hundred yards from one frozen side to the other, a jaw ready to swallow me whole. The old me--the one that lived on Earth and tried to avoid homework—would never have dreamed of jumping this divide. The new me—the one that sneaks into space—could handle bigger problems, like leaping canyons. Also, the new me weighed 15 pounds on this alien world. Nothing beats low gravity. As long as I hit my first step, I would leap the canyon with no problem, which I did, and waited on the other side for the rest of our team. The stars above me winked their approval.If it had not been for the Ascendant, we would never have made it this far. Their lies made the Earth so dangerous that I had to leave. I should probably thank the Ascendant for that. I had never been closer to finding my long lost friend than I was at that moment, watching the others leap the canyon on the way to our destination.The Rathmore Chaos. My oxygen levels read 90%--nice—so I took a deep breath and watched several moons and planets bobbing across the horizon. I rubbed the backs of my scarred hands, which were supposedly my greatest weapon, but lately hadn’t been reliable. I caught my reflection in my helmet visor--who was I really, this new me, this boy in a battle with a hostile alien race? One jumper then another landed nearby, and as our final team member sailed across the canyon, a tremor knocked us to the ground. In the middle of the canyon a geyser erupted, spewing liquid water hundreds of feet into the air. The water transformed into chunks of ice in the frigid air. Oh, no. Up went the geyser and with it went my friend. She flailed wildly, trying to stop from spinning as she sailed high into the alien sky. The rest of us jumped to our feet and bounded after her, and I hoped like mad for one thing—that my powers would return before she landed in this land of ice as sharp as knives.The phrase, Houston, we have a problem, comes to mind. In fact, Houston, we have about a thousand problems, but we’re millions of miles from you now. I can't explain this geyser disaster--or the ones that came after it--unless I back up a few weeks. You know, when the world still thought I was a teen runaway, not a dangerous space traveler. Let me pick up this story in a news studio, right after my first trip into space, and fill you in from there. We’ll work our way back to this canyon eventually, and then we’ll travel well beyond it to where I am now, in the Rathmore Chaos.
Happy New Year,Tully Harper
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