Forsaken Genesis by M.J. Marinescu - Book Tour
Forsaken Genesis
by M. J. Marinescu
by M. J. Marinescu
Summary:
The world has changed in more ways than one. Most humans live in the safety of the hive cities, massive industrial complexes walled off to the outside world. Yet, the dangers of the wilds are no longer limited to the outskirts. Rumours abound of strange things in the night. Sightings of subhumans and citizens being abducted, whisked off by men in vans or worse. The Department of Control keeps a close eye on the citizens of Avalon but who are they protecting?
Melissa thought the world outside the facility would be safe. Free from the pain and the incessant tests of the men in white coats but what she finds is a world unknown. Fleeting memories call to her like a siren song pleading for her to remember. Can she figure out her strange dreams and the shadowed figure who hounds her in her sleep? She must discover who she is and come to terms with the truth that may have been kept from her for good reason if she hopes to survive in this strange new world.
Information about the book
Title: Forsaken Genesis
Author: M J Marinescu
Release Date: 25th September 2018
Genre: Cyberpunk Fantasy
Publisher:
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/42391287-on-a-white-horse
Amazon Link: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Forsaken-Genesis-Deluge-Prophecies-Book-ebook/dp/B07HNFB389
Excerpt
Johnathan
surveyed the scene of the crime, the flashing lights of the Department of
Control perimeter drones warning the public to remain at a distance. Another
disappearance in a string of similar incidents over the past few months. The
difference this time was that he arrived before whoever was covering them up.
“How did you
find this one so fast Faye?” Johnathan asked.
“I knew the
person involved. There’s something else you need to know, but I wanted to tell
you in person,” she replied, a look of concern on her face as she regarded him.
Johnathan
scratched his unkempt beard, the stress of the recent mysterious cases
beginning to show on him. “Well?”
Faye motioned
for him to follow her as she stepped through the laser perimeter. The drones
scanned both detectives as they crossed, running their images through the
department’s databases. The building was lit only by the shoulder‑mounted
flashlights as they headed down the hallways.
Avalon was the
first of the industrial hives of humanity, a pinnacle of the modern age, but
despite the prestigious title, the city was not immune to squalour and crime.
This building, like countless others, was one of the many places untouched by
the reach of the city’s ever‑increasing supervision.
Faye stopped
outside what remained of a door. Another of the drones kept watch, reporting
everything back to the department where it would be catalogued and filed.
“John, look at me. We’ve been partners for a long time. We’ll figure this out,
okay, I promise.”
Johnathan
looked at Faye, gazing at her into the room. The air hung with the burned
solder and copper, but also pine, which seemed out of place. Pushing his way
past Faye, he stepped into the apartment. Torn furniture littered the simple
room, but most of the area was filled with cybernetic scraps, paint cans, and
other hastily abandoned equipment. “Junkers? What does this have to do with our
case?”
“Not only
junkers, John, they were trying to control the Awakening. Now they’re gone,”
she spoke, barely above a whisper.
A chill washed
over him as his mind toyed with the possibility. “How is that possible? Wait.
You said you knew the person involved? Faye?”
She motioned
with her eyes for him to follow as she placed a finger to her lips. Continuing
through the room, Faye stepped out onto the landing through the broken window.
The city’s neon lights and loudspeaker announcements rang out over the heavy
rain and the constant patter of water on metal. A set of rusted fire escape
stairs snaked down the side of the building.
Johnathan
looked back into the room before following his partner down the precarious
stairs. When they reached the bottom, he asked again, “Where are we going?”
“I don’t want
the drones to hear, okay?”
He raised his
hands in mock surrender. “Okay.”
“I promised her
I wouldn’t say anything, but after tonight I have to. It’s Jane.”
The name hit
him like a truck. “My Jane? What about her?”
“Look, I
investigated this fellow a couple of weeks ago. He was working out of the room
upstairs. When I came in, I saw Jane. She was with him.”
“What the hell
does that mean? It couldn’t have been Jane. She said she was going to visit her
mother in France.”
“I’m telling
you, John, it’s the truth. She only told you that she was leaving town for a
while because she’s afraid. She told me that she was showing signs of
Awakening. She was desperate and trying to find anything that could help, so
she turned to the junkers.”
“Son of a…” he
trailed off, tapping on his communicator. “Call Jane,” he commanded as the
device complied.
“John, stop. I
made her tell me where she was staying, but that isn’t the only problem now.”
“Why wouldn’t
she tell me?” He pressed the communicator again, disconnecting the call as the
voicemail message played. “All right, I’m listening.”
“It wasn’t the
Order of the Shield who got here first. It was the Grove.”
“Like the Grove?
I thought they were a myth?”
“Well, if my
contact is to be believed they’re real. I don’t have any reason to doubt him,
and now shortly after he contacted me, he’s gone dark,” Faye said flatly.
“Okay, so the
Grove is real if we believe your guy, and he was working on helping the
Awakened. The Grove must also be after them, like the Order. The
disappearances, the cover‑ups, they must have all been Awakened. This means the
government is working with the Order, and if they’re in on it, the department
must be too.”
Faye quirked an
eyebrow. “Now you see why I didn’t want the drones to hear.”
“This is
insane. We sound like conspiracy nuts. I’ve been with the department for twenty‑five
years. Nothing like this has ever come up.”
“Well, this
whole Awakened business is very different from normal problems.”
“True. So,
where’s Jane? If she’s mixed up in this, I need to get to her first.”
Faye pulled out
a crumpled piece of paper and handed it to him. “Be careful, John. If the
department is part of this, you can’t use any of their gear. Don’t even take
your car there.”
“Good idea.
Thanks, Faye. You can handle the rest of the work here?”
She nodded,
then strolled off towards the front of the building leaving him alone in the
alleyway. Johnathan read the address on the paper, turned off his communicator
and ran off.
~~ * ~~
Jane opened her
eyes groggily as the bright, white light of the room assaulted her. She tried
to move but soon realised she was restrained on a table. Panic set in as she
struggled against the bonds trying to remember how she got here. She was
sitting in one of Overdrive’s so‑called safe houses. He had set her up
temporarily while he worked out the last few things he needed for his cure. A
loud crash from the next room woke her up. What would John do? she
thought, looking around the room, trying to find any clues.
The room was
large and filled with state of the art equipment, better than any she had at
the hospital. Some of them she did not recognise but could hazard a guess as to
their purpose. Aside from the equipment, the room itself was dull. She glanced
around for insight into the area. Thick windows surrounded her. One window
revealed a hallway with doctors, or she assumed they were doctors by their
attire, walking this way and that, each accompanying a young girl. Patients of
some sort, they all wore the same drab robe, ranged in age from five to their
late teens, and all walked with the same sleepy demeanour.
From the second
window, she could see two men conversing. One man was some sort of chairman if
she had to guess. His perfectly tailored suit, slicked‑back hair, and
sunglasses commanded authority and a sense of self‑importance. The second man,
another doctor. Judging by their body language, they were speaking about her.
The third set
of windows revealed a room similar to the one she found herself in. The same
bed, machines, and a girl in her late teens who struggled against her bonds.
Her wild mane of dark hair flailing as she did. Unlike the other girls Jane had
seen, this girl seemed scared, either the drugs they used to keep the children
docile had worn off or were otherwise ineffective. She watched the girl
struggle violently while the doctor in the room ignored her antics as he busied
himself with something Jane could not make out. It reminded her of a video she
had seen as a child. A rabbit restrained, struggling so frantically until it
broke its own neck trying to escape whatever tests the doctor had planned.
Her thoughts
were cut short as the door to her room opened. She stared as the man in the
suit strode off down the hall. The doctor he had been speaking with approached
her with a predatory smile, like a child who had been given permission to keep
the cricket he captured.
“Sorry to keep
you, Mrs. Edwards.”
“How do you
know my name? Where am I? What’s going on here?”
“We know a
great deal about you, and soon I hope to know more. Please give me a moment
while I prepare the serum.”
Jane could hear
him moving things behind her but could not see. What little hope she had
remaining that this may be an actual hospital died as the stark realisation hit
her. Panic once again set in as she struggled against her restraints. The girl
in the other room looked at her before the doctor pressed a switch causing the
windows to tint.
She felt a sharp pain in her neck from the doctor injecting her,
causing the room to spin and his words to fade as she tried to make sense of
them. She lay helplessly as he picked up instruments to run his assessment of
her. The way he went about his business with casual disregard shocked her, and
she wondered how many other people he had done this to. At that moment, she
realised the last thing she had told her husband had been a lie and that she
was never going to have the chance to tell him the truth.
Author Information
MJ Marinescu has always dreamed of being a novelist. Writing stories from a young age, the author has never faltered from that dream as well as devoting time to fitness and martial arts. Born in Ottawa Ontario, the author now lives in Calgary Alberta and enjoys art, animals, and nature. You can keep up with MJ on Twitter @MJMarinescu or at the official website www.mjmarinescu.com
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