BLURB:
Seven Point Eight:
'The Truth Will Set You Free'
In the second installment of the Seven Point Eight series, the legacy
of the OOBE project weighs heavily on the conscience of Dr. Paul Eldridge.
Tahra Mamoun needs to muster all her courage and venture back into the
alternate dimensions of reality. Through a series of challenging, surreal and
frightening experiences, she comes to comprehend the destructive power she can
yield and must face her own demons in the process.
Paul continues his quest to understand the ancient knowledge of the
cosmos, while dark forces seek to hijack his research to further a secret
agenda. With their lives in jeopardy, Paul and Tahra confront their enemies
against an international backdrop featuring the pyramids of Giza and the peaks
of Switzerland.
Meanwhile, Sam and Ava endeavor to uncover their past, even though it
may irrevocably change their lives.
In a tale of courage and tragedy, love and betrayal, their lives are
interwoven around the demons of one man, Max Richardson, who'll stop at nothing
to achieve his objectives.
Written in the style of a TV series, Seven Point Eight draws together
quantum physics, psychic powers, alternate dimensions, time travel, past lives,
ancient wisdom and conspiracy in a soap opera for the soul.
It’s the ideal read for lovers of sci-fi, contemporary fantasy,
paranormal, metaphysics, ‘Lost’, ‘Fringe’, ‘Touch’, and Dan Brown books.
EXCERPT:
Seven Point Eight: The Second Chronicle
Excerpt 3
Through an archway to the left of me, a
figure I barely recognized emerged. Her energy body was dark like old red wine
and her limp hair hung around her sallow face, accentuating her black eyes, and
the dark circles beneath them. She looked emaciated, and her energy body
appeared scarred and somewhat distorted. I realized in horror who this sad
creature may be.
“Emilie?”
She didn’t respond to her name, and at that
moment, I felt simply confused.
“This isn’t Emile,” I protested.
The torture master relished my shock and
disbelief.
“Oh, but it is. I promised you Emilie, and
Emile you have.”
I felt out of body tears well up in my eyes
in frustration.
“You lied, this isn’t Emilie. You tricked me
into returning, coming back here for nothing. You cheated!”
He laughed, and I hated him for his sense of
superiority.
“As I
said, let’s hope there’s still something for you to save.”
She walked over to me, but not in friendship
or as someone pleased to see me. Her red pupils locked onto mine, an unexpected
deep hatred for me lurking behind her eyes.
“What have you done to her?” I asked the
torture master.
He grinned again, and I wished I could knock
the smile off his face as it made me feel nauseous.
“We have merely shown her the power that
comes from pain. Pain cuts deep; it reaches our innermost fears and desires.
You should hope that Emilie does not carry any grudges against you, what lies
in the subconscious will now emerge, to be gloriously embraced.”
At this point, I began to worry.
The background noise in the arena quietened
now, as if someone had rapidly turned down the volume control. I couldn’t back
out, however disgusted I felt with the whole thing. While the torture master
hadn’t been entirely truthful, I still had no choice, because there was a
chance, the smallest chance that there was something worth saving.
A rumbling sound filled the air and as it
reached a crescendo, I distinctly heard a drum roll. Looking around for the
drummer, I eventually spotted a giant skull with the top cut off. Skin had been
stretched over the space, and one of the thresher dwarves beat it with all four
arms.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
He struck it hard, and the vibrations
reached into my extra-dimensional bones.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The audience banged their staffs on the
ground, in time to the rhythm.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
“Let the first rite begin,” the torture
master said. “This is the essence of rivalry and competition. It is a battle to
attain dominion with the utmost violence, and subjugate the opponent into a
painful submission. The rite will teach you to give and receive the ecstasy of
pain, so that you may taste its fruits for the first time.”
I didn’t want to fight Emilie, but to get
her out of here I had no other option. Someone threw an array of weapons into
the arena: spiked clubs, long spears, skewers, long and circular saw blades,
leather gloves studded with razor blades, spiked knuckle dusters, and hooked
knives. She almost salivated over the selection of implements, while I looked
at them in horror.
“Fight!” came the call.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Marie Harbon
has worked in both the retail and fitness industry. She has a degree in sport
and fitness, and taught group exercise for several years, delivering aerobics and
Pilates. For two years, she delivered BTEC sport courses and has also
instructed dance and sport with children.
Marie is a
member of Nottingham Writers Studio, Her future plans include not only
completing the 'Seven Point Eight' series, but involve writing YA, children's
and adult books, short stories, novellas and scripts.
Aside from
writing, Marie is a self-confessed fabric geek and purveyor of beautiful, often
ostentatious bags, bustiers and clothing. She lives in the town of Eastwood,
Nottinghamshire, which is in England.
Website -
www.marieharbon.com
Facebook -
https://www.facebook.com/marie.harbon
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https://www.facebook.com/SevenPointEightChronicles
Twitter -
@marieharbon
Marie
will be awarding a free copy of Seven
Point Eight: The First Chronicle via Smashwords and a 12 ebook swagbag
including, sci-fi, fantasy, paranormal and YA titles to a randomly drawn
commenter during the tour.
The tour dates can be found
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