The Seven Point Eight Chronicles
‘The Truth Will Set You Free’
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, the
paranormal, metaphysics, ‘Lost’, ‘Fringe’, ‘Touch’, and Dan Brown books.
Seven
Point Eight: The Second Chronicle
‘What
Goes Around, Comes Around’
In the second instalment of the five part 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 ofGiza
and the peaks of Switzerland
Meanwhile, Sam and Ava endeavour 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.
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
Meanwhile, Sam and Ava endeavour 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.
Seven Point Eight: The Second Chronicle
Excerpt 3 - Tahra in the Arena
Through an archway to the left of me, a
figure I barely recognised 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 realised 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.
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1 comment:
The more I read, the better this series looks.
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