One universe is a dangerous place. The rest of them are deadly.
It was an easy mission, or so he believed: A race against time to save the world he was born on by bringing back those who were not. Colonel John Watervalley is a survivor, braving the horrors of the multiverse to collect many alternate versions of himself, to hopefully put an end to the never-ceasing war raging on his Earth. Straightforward.
When whole universes start being destroyed, realities are being eaten, it is up to John and his companions that are closer than brothers or sisters to prevent existence itself from crumbling into nothingness.
If only they knew why.
Learn how in a vast and uncaring multiverse, truly the only person you can trust, is Yourself.
Targeted Age Group:: 16-60
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
Writing this satisfied a need in me to understand exactly what a simple change of circumstances would have had on my life. It also helped to indulge some unusual concepts in settings where they would be perfectly plausible – exploration is always a good choice whenever you can, even if it is among the many worlds you cannot quite touch. Plus, I'm a terrible lifelong sci-fi enthusiast, I wanted to cram everything I'd every seen or heard of in one book. Think I managed that.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Characters usually start off embodying a concept and often I will give them a name first and go from there. 'John', the main character in this book was intended to be a base template for all the other multiversal versions of himself, so he got a generic name. 'Terri' is a strong woman from a different flavour of Earth, so she got a rougher sounding name and has a lot of characteristics borrowed from strong women in my life. In the fantasy books I do, most of those guys are made up as I go and tweaked according to however their role develops. Usually, characters misbehave.
They ran through the crowded streets, pushing people aside in both pursuit and escape. A cart was tipped, its cubes of pink produce spilled and squashed underfoot. Several people tried to grab at them, but most shrank back as the motley group pelted past.
“Stop!” came the cry from behind, the red uniforms of the pursuing police in stark contrast to the greys of the populace.
“Busy!” said James, pointing ahead down the road, where another figure was, in turn, trying to evade capture.
The staggered chase wended its way into an alleyway, the one being chased was far out in front, diving over a fence and then pulling itself up a wooden ladder onto some adjacent scaffolding. Brute was first on the scene, bounding up and easily using the scaffolding itself as a ladder. The others of the group came a close second, while the local police slowed at the mouth of the alley, taking in the tableau vivant and preparing weapons.
“Guns!” yelled Terri as she climbed.
“No, muskets,” said Felix as he hooked one arm around the ladder and gestured significantly at the police. The horn-shaped weaponry became intensely, physically heavy and the police struggled to lift them, if not drop them altogether.
“Climb!” said James below as he gave a deft swing and hopped over to the scaffolding proper, using the beams like a gymnast and making his own mass do the work.
The chase continued on the rooftops, the long terraces here providing ample running room though some of the slates gave way, crashing to the street below and setting off fresh set of cries of alarm. Brute was nearly upon the quarry, but the person was quick and smart, jumping sideways out into space and grabbing the guttering of the next row of houses, arms seeming to extend in order to make the jump. Brute paused to think a moment, then pushed abominably hard with his muscular legs to traverse the gap, closely followed by James who twisted in midair using his full body length to make the jump.
Terri and Felix were forced to halt at the edge.
“Where's Colonel John gone?” yelled Terri.
“With the squishy ones. Jeremy was having an episode again.”
The red-clad police were raising their heads above the roofline and there were shouts below.
“Move!” said Terri. Felix strained a little as he reduced their relative mass, allowing them both to jump off the roof safely, letting them land lightly in the street. The chase continued off to the side, James shouting orders to Brute to herd their quarry from the right, to force them to circle back to the main group. The pedestrians thinned out here, the district becoming more residential as they went on.
Soon, the two hunting parties converged, the quarry tiring.
Or appeared to at least.
Brute went for a tackle as the figure stooped in the street. Terri gave a half-shout of warning as it suddenly launched itself upwards, jumping in an impossible leap, vaulting back onto the rooftops.
“Damnation!” said James, producing a long, narrow tube from his sleeve and taking careful aim. There was a zizz and the retreating figure stumbled as a thin bolas wrapped itself around flailing legs. But the shot was not true and the line was shaken off in a few seconds. It was enough though for Felix to gather what power he could muster and make a wide tugging gesture. The figure, already off-balance, was pulled backwards and fell from the roof, scrabbling for purchase but inevitably landing in a heap on the stone walkway below. Brute swiftly bundled onto the scene and pinned the escapee to the ground. James produced more twine and expertly hogtied the prisoner. There was no time to stop as the red police were also converging. Brute slung the load over his shoulder and the group fled as one, vanishing into the city.
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