Back of the Book Blurb:
On a world brought to the brink of destruction, life now clings to the shattered remains of the planet’s crust. These fragments are the Shells: fragile wastelands of desert and rock, protected from the cold of space by a water shield. In the struggle for survival, its people have depended on ancient technology, controlled by the omnipresent Network, to sustain the entire population. But the Network is breaking down, water is sparse, and a complete societal collapse is imminent. As the stakes become clear, the inhabitants of the Shells begin to turn on each other, and appear headed for all-out war.
Now the paths of several strangers will converge at the opportune moment. From a woman who seeks to protect her family as it’s ripped apart to a prison warden hiding from his past, this unlikely group has little in common—but together, they may hold the key to saving humanity from its worst enemy: itself.
About the Author:
Based out of Germany, Brian Guthrie is a serial author of science fiction and fantasy. He is currently writing and publishing his Future Worlds series on JukePop Serials. He also has plans for another science fiction novel, a bit of historical fiction, and many short stories set in the Future Worlds universe.
Rise is book one of four in the Future Worlds series, a project in the works since the mid 90s. The author isn’t afraid to toss something out and start afresh if the story demands it. Originally intended as a trilogy, the characters demanded a fourth book be inserted, so the author obliged.
Keep up with him @nidfar on Twitter or on Facebook at Brian Guthrie Author, and follow his works on his author page at www.guthron.com and the Future Series specifically at www.nidfar.com.
I suppose this all started with paper. Real paper. I could not recall the last time I had seen a fresh batch of it. That close to the core, one rarely found supplies of this sort; they were hard to come by even for researchers like me. ’Only the bare necessities for those sworn to protect.’ How many times had I had those words thrown in my face? Still, someone must have seen my request. How else had this package of crisp, white paper been delivered? The first thing I did was pull a piece free, hold it close to my nose, and inhale slowly. If I closed my eyes, the faint odor made me believe I was pressing my face close to a real tree standing before me, a soft breeze shifting my long hair around as it moved past. Well, I pictured what I thought was a tree. It was a pleasant dream.
A cough interrupted my wandering thoughts. I quickly lowered the paper and opened my eyes, brushing a strand of my hair from my face. There in the doorway stood a figure I’d never seen before. He was at least a full head taller than me, clothed in long, flowing silver robes. A hood covered his head and a cowl most of his face; a slit cut across it revealed dark skin and black eyes, which were locked on me. My heart accelerated slightly, and a tingly feeling ran up my side to my chest. He hesitated in the doorway, hands clasped behind him. I tossed the paper behind me and bowed my head as my cheeks warmed, not wishing to stare at the strange figure waiting before me.
"May I enter?" he asked, his voice deep and rough.
I looked up and nodded. He stepped forward to the table that dominated the room’s center, the door sliding shut behind him.
"Feel free to stare," he muttered, eyes roaming around the space. "I find it helps you lot get past the startled stage sooner."
As his black eyes darted around, I felt self-conscious about the clutter. My eyes followed his around my messy office, taking in random articles of clothing, a hairbrush, and a tin of moisturizer, and I wished I’d taken a few moments earlier in the day to tidy up a bit.
"Your robes are...interesting," I said, words racing out of my mouth. I closed my eyes tight and took a few deep breaths.
"And a perpetual curiosity to you core lovers," the man said, moving to stand by the table holding the paper. "Quite a prize, here."
I must have looked confused, for the man arched an eyebrow and nodded at the table. When I looked around, all I saw was the paper.
"This?" I asked. "Yes, it is. I have no idea where it came from, either."
"Such a lovely day," the man said, moving past the table to stand near the room’s lone window. "Join me? Seems a lot less windy than usual for this time of day, don’t you think?"
I didn’t move. I had no idea who he was. My first thought was to move toward the door, not the window.
"Don’t you agree, Logwyn?" he...