It is nearly the weekend and I thought that I would see if anyone out there would like to have a short story from my Sci-Fi/Dystopian/Action Adventure series – The Song of Forgetfulness – to read for FREE!!!!
It is called Changeling Fog
I’m going to put it up on Amazon and other sales platforms in the next couple of days for $0.99 and £0.99. So this is a chance to get it for FREE!!!
All you have to do is either go to my website: http://www.thesongofforgetfulness.com/ and click on the ‘here’ button under the headline ‘FREE DOWNLOAD’.
Or you can buy a copy of Whisper Gatherers: http://bookShow.me/B00YMSP1UA and click on the link on the Free Download page. I know, cheeky of me eh? It is a good book, but don’t take my word for it. Here is part of a recent Amazon review:
“If you like action, and science fiction then you’ll appreciate one of the first books EVER that gives you high powered adrenalin with chilling revelations of utter suspense! This book is amazing to read and you will not want to put it down!”
Still not sure?
Well, why not read this extract from Changeling Fog and decide for yourself.
The air became more natural the further away I sneaked from Puritytowers. My nostrils twitched as smells of rot replaced the artificial floral scents that were perpetually pumped around Cityplace. Despite my tum flip-flopping with nerves, I continued on towards the outskirts of my home. A part of me wanted to venture further, out beyond the perimeter fence and into the Wilderness where Carnies and Praisebees wandered. Where Woodsfolk dwelt deep inside the forest, and the elusive Ladies had their hidden dwellings. But, I would not dare go to a place so wild and fraught with danger. Wolfies also abided there. Nope, my trip to this forbidden outer-city location was adventure enough.
The light changed too. From a glaring radiance to a sinister, gloomy glow. Now, I was used to brightness everywhere, both inside, from the many round lanterns recessed in the walls and ceilings of our abodes, to the always switched on street lamps and towering info boards that lit up the sky so much, that we never really saw the moon and stars, unless we dared to wander away from the security of Cityplace Central. Like I was doing now. I peered ahead and saw the dark enclosure I needed to get to.
As I walked towards it, the gas tubes that were stuck in the ground to illuminate the path to the perimeter fence, dwindled until there were no more. I was left with nowt but the setting sun to guide me on. The ground changed from a smooth and even stone walkway to a cracked and gravelly trail devoid of any familiar landmark buildings. All became a bleak and empty area I did not want to be in.
To rid myself of the feel of lonely, I turned my head and gazed at the dazzling concrete structures of Centralplaza in the distance. How small it appeared to be. It looked like a vid I’d seen in history class. Teach had shown us a reconstruction drama of when NotSoGreatBritAlbion was not mostly under water, and was populated with many more folk than it is now. When trees grew in cities and animals still lived in the wild, and in people’s homes as playthings and companions. When birdies landed on the ground and let folk feed them without the fear that they would be snatched and gobbled up; since they are now the only animal-type thing left in this sorry land. Except for Wolfies, but they don’t count, they are too ferocious and mean to be caught. Poor birdybirds, doomed to live in the tops of trees and in constant fear of being ate. Just as well no one knows about my gift. Although I am not so good at calling the birdies down as yet, I am getting better, and one day soon, I will be able to sing and make the birdies come to me.
There were lots of birdybirds in the classroom vid. Pigons I think they were called. They were everywhere, plopping and flapping and making a “Hoohoo-hoohoo,” sound. But that was not the main thrust of this playacting vid. This drama was about some kind of ceremony thingy, a coronation, or something. It showed a fem sitting inside a strange wooden box that was perched on big wheels being pulled by massive horsles all dressed up with ribbons and feather plumes. She wore twinkly clothes and a tiara, and was sitting next to a manlyman, her hub, and both were waving to more folk than I could ever imagine even existing in all of this puny land, never mind just in the place called Lundon.
Teach said she was the Queen of Hingland and ruled the land until she was one hundred and twelve years old. Then her grandbub took over, and apparently, things started getting worse. Now, I’m not saying that this new and last king was to blame for the plagues, famine and diseases that began to sweep the nation and beyond, but like I said, it began when he took over.