This is a short (~900 words) selection from “Redeemer”. I will avoid posting too many spoilers, but I feel an obligation to let my readers see I am progressing and I like to show off sections I particularly enjoy writing. There isn’t much for spoilers here, unless you haven’t read “Snake Charmer” – the second book in “The Serpent’s Song” As always, I enjoy any feedback – positive or negative. Please do not hesitate to post comments, send me email, or go to my Facebook Page and like/comment there. Also, I am still looking for answers on your favorite character from the series so far – please take the time to fill out the simple (one page) survey:
It has been some time since I have posted here. But I have been working. I did a review of my previous books, to include some minor editing, in preparation for completing The Serpent’s Song.
So, with that in mind, I thought I’d offer a little glimpse into what is to come. This is just a part of the first chapter of “Redeemer”, and it doesn’t contain anything I would consider a “spoiler”, but read it at your own discretion.
The gate to Bunker Hollow was closed and locked when he pulled in. No evidence of other searchers. He parked by the gate, grabbed his Maglight, and walked around. The road was an overgrown tunnel of trees and brush surrounding old gravel ground into the red clay. The moon was new and shed no light. It was utterly black without the flashlight. The only natural light came from flickers of stars through the leaves and needles as they danced restlessly in the light spring breeze. A chill ran down his spine.
The path was long, straight, and showed signs of heavy foot and vehicle traffic in recent days. He shone the flashlight directly ahead and it disappeared into the waning dark. The only sound was his breathing, loud in the still night, and scratching of leaves in the wind.
With the story of Cecelia Abadie, the California motorist who faced a citation for wearing Google Glass while driving, the emerging technology has been in the forefront of news stories, Facebook feeds, and Reddit discussions for the last week.
The crux of Abadie’s story is whether or not wearing the device impeded her ability to drive. Her defense was simple:
it wasn’t turned on, so it doesn’t matter. And the court accepted that.
However, this speaks to a deeper issue: distracted driving and augmented reality devices. Google is not the only company producing devices like Glass: Samsung has a patent for a similar device that appears to project information to both eyes, and several companies known more for glasses than technology are supposedly working on similar devices. They are coming, whether we like them or not.
Mal’s fourth day in his grandparent’s house began with the phone ringing. Mal was confused at the sound – he couldn’t recall the last time he owned a phone that actually rang like a bell. By the time he untangled himself from the sheets and stumbled into the living room, the ringing stopped. He stared down at the old corded phone and wondered who tried calling him. Very few people knew this number. His lawyer and Elise were the only two he could think of. He wanted to speak with neither.
After a shower and breakfast, Mal had nothing to do. He finished unpacking before he went to sleep the night before. Out of habit, he turned on his laptop and sat down. Only after booting up completely did he realize he had no internet connection. Without cellphone reception, there was no way for him to connect wireless, and he didn’t know if the local phone company offered internet.
The following morning dawned early for Mal. He was always an early riser, except for the five years he spent on mids – the graveyard shift of the police force. Those were the first five years of Alice’s life. He spent most of it asleep or in a patrol car. No wonder he had trouble developing a relationship with her. By the time she was a teen, he had made detective and was working more normal hours – if constant overtime, weekend, and late nights at the station reviewing evidence or interrogating drug addicts could be considered normal. Mal was forced to concede Alice made far more effort in attempting to connect with her father than he did with her. He was always busy, always working, always rationalizing it with “maybe later.”