Huzzah! Get ready to throw the confetti, play your best rendition of “Pomp and Circumstance” and generally whoop it up, because a new book is about to be birthed. No, it’s not as monumental as an actual birth, but this one took a lot longer than nine months to bring to term so I’m pretty ecstatic about it. So today I’m announcing that the the release date for Ascent of the Nebula, the third and final book of The Chronotrace Sequence. The book is currently going through the last few little hoops and hurdles, but it will be officially available on:
Feb 9th, 2016
Just in time for Valentine’s Day! (Because you know this is such a romantic story…)
What can you expect in this book? Well, in addition to the advanced technology, dystopian technocracy, mental manipulation, and inhospitable wastelands of the first two books, this one has something the others didn’t: answers! That’s right, I finally spill it all. In case you’re new to the series, the protagonist has no memory of his past and I imagine readers have been kind of curious about that. Well the wait is over. I can’t promise that every lose end will be tied up by the end of it, but it should come pretty close.
I’ll be posting more about this book during the lead up to the release. If you’d like to help spread the word on your own site or social media, please let me know!
I hope you’re looking forward to reading this one as much as I am in getting it out to you. To set the stage, here’s an excerpt from the first chapter. Enjoy!
“Adan, I need to tell you something,” Gavin began, using a private channel so that no one else could take part in their exchange.
They met each other at the base of the ramp leading down from the entrance. Gavin’s gaunt face and reddened eyes made him appear to have aged visibly since their brush with death in the underground tunnels of the Viscera. Gavin hadn’t slept all night, but neither had he. It had to be more than that. Something was weighing on his friend’s spirit and Adan reached out to him mentally to find out what it was.
Inside Gavin’s mind loomed an image of the large opening in the docking bay floor, the one that allowed ships in and out of the praxis. It was through that opening that he and Gavin had been rescued and lifted into the ship, but it was also the place where Malthus, one of the leaders of the Collective, had jumped to his death.
Gavin was unable to forget that moment. It lurked behind his every waking thought. But that was not what he had come to Adan about. Layered behind that first thought was another, even more urgent concern.
“It’s the tremors,” Gavin continued, “I’ve been recording the land’s stress patterns. They’re not letting up and I don’t think they are going to anytime soon.”
“But is that natural? Don’t quakes normally go away?”
“Yes. And there have been periods when certain areas have subsided, but only for a time. Then they start up again. And they seem to be spreading. It makes no sense. One thing I do know is that if they don’t stop, the Vast will not survive, and neither will any of the people in it.”