Chapter 1 : Memories
New Earth: 2292
The acid rain fell hard on the rocky soil of the new landscape of the now known home for humans. Three people stood underneath a tent that led from a rocky outcropping to the long grey desert of the dunes on the planet. Edward Rihames, a man of power and opportunity stood at the back with another man cloaked in a long black trench coat. A black hood hung over the stranger’s head covering his features. He stayed quiet as the rain co. . .
We did it! 100% funded!
Thank you so much for your support! Unscalable is now 100% funded, which means that it is guaranteed to go to print and be distributed to bookstores.
Pricing has also switched over to a more conventional model, with e-books being available for $9.99 and paperbacks available for $15.99.
I honestly can't thank you all enough. I always assumed that if I ever became an author, it would be a long ways down the road, but now I'm only a few short months away from my own physical books. I'll be sure to keep you all updated about the publishing process as it progresses.
But wait, there's more! The GitHub interview!
I've literally just finished editing the GitHub interview, and as promised, you are the first ones to hear about it.
"The Future of Version Control": Tom Preston-Werner talks about the early days of GitHub.
Let me know what you think!
Cheers,
Charlie
Here it is - THE WORLD MAP!
It's a big chunky file, so you may need to open it in a new window to get a better look. Also some of the place names are 'out of date' and have changed in the books. [for a lot of reasons] You'll see many places that you recognize however - and some brand new places that haven't been mentioned before. Previous adventures all took place in Carroway - we're going to be doing a lot more 'globe-trotting' this time around!
This map was created by friend and artist W. Steven Carroll - he hasn't updated his Tumblr in quite some time, but if any of you need illustration or design work, I will absolutely set you up with his contact information.
Still sitting pretty in 2nd place - welcome to all the new backers today. Please keep sharing the campaign site - on Friday all the backers get exclusive access to the first Rime and Jonas chapter of Asteroid Made of Dragons.
Thank you all!
CHAPTER ONE
Tacky mud pulled at Sergeant Jonas Vega’s boots as he trudged through the trench. He wove his way past the beams that reinforced the carved walls and the ladders that stretched to the lips of the ravine, often pulling his gas mask carrier closer to his hip to slide through the narrower passages. The soldiers perched atop the ladders didn’t offer a glance in his direction, instead keeping their eyes glued to binoculars that looked out across the fields above Vega’s . . .
Chapter 1
Happy Birthday
The axe slid through the screaming troll's arm, and Thomas ducked to avoid its flailing left fist. Thomas leapt into the air, sliced neatly into the trolls throat, then landed with his back turned to the massive, dying beast.
He woke up. Was that a dream or the game? He jumped up and rubbed his right shoulder a little. Sliding on a pair of faded red boxer . . .
Distant thunder seemed to roll off the peaks of Callos IV, muted under the heavy cloud cover that had been forming for the last several days. The thunder would be silent for minutes at a time, then five or six roiling echoes would sound down the steep canyon walls leading further back into the mountain fastness, sending the occasional small pebbles cascading down from further up the rocky slopes from the mile distant rumblings.
Must be at least eight main batteries up there hammering t. . .
“Patients,” Hans said, appearing from nowhere and startling the hell out of Dr. Robert Henry Lang. “They’re growing restless and debating whether to eat the cat.” The whippet-thin Hans was light on his feet and prone to sneaking up on Rob, who tried to pretend it didn’t bother him.
Rob dipped his fingertips in a washbowl to clean the morning sleepers from his eyes. “Bathroom. Coffee. Glasses. Then patients.”
Hans used a rag to scrub Rob’s face like a parent might with . . .
To all who backed me on the first day, thank you from the bottom of my heart. You are just the best. If you know anyone who loves science-fiction, loves books, or loves to back projects, please send them over. This will not succeed without your passion and support.
Now that you've preordered the book, I will keep you up-to-date with the latest progress details, but I also have a wealth of ancillary photos and information to share as I go along. To save you from the mail blast, I have set up a Facebook page to contain this information. Like the page if you are hungry for more.
https://www.facebook.com/terzieva.writes
From here, I have several avenues to cross and I will determine how best to spend my time. Progress on the structural elements of Lost Generation continues, while the preorder campaign demands that content is produced to build and maintain momentum.
The deadline for the chapter outline nears and fleshing out the story beats and character motivations are priority number one. My primary barometer for success on Lost Generation is to create well-defined characters who live in a fantastic, yet believable world. A solid outline sets the blueprint to ensure smooth sailing as the chapters take shape. For the preorder campaign, I hope to polish more preview content and produce a simple video explaining my motivations and goals to be uploaded on the project page.
Thank you again for your support. Please feel free to comment, discuss, or ask questions on the project page.
Thank you. You inspire me to produce content worthy of your imaginations and your time.
He walked, head bent into the wind. The tail of his coat danced behind him as his collar clung to his throat. The images were seared into his mind. He had arrived at the apartment and found the door kicked in, the jamb splintered like so many toothpicks. He felt a weight in his hand. He had unholstered his gun by instinct. He slipped through the doorway and padded quietly down the hall. There was light in the living area but the shadows were off ki. . .
