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eBook Category: Science Fiction/Fantasy
eBook Description: All is well in Deem--or is it? Religious groups, driven underground in the past, are surfacing, as if citizens are craving something the city cannot offer. Street protests against the alien Gift are more common. But the most dramatic sign of all is a series of bloody terrorist bombings. Someone hates Deem, and will stop at nothing to destroy it. And Orlando Mott, poet, ex-teacher and unlikely hero, will place his comfortable life in jeopardy as he investigates the least likely suspect--Spright Mass, feminist entrepreneur, rags-to-riches CEO of Living Light, Deem's favorite icon of hyper-modernity.

eBook Publisher: Zumaya Publications, Published: www.zumayapublications.com, 2006
Fictionwise Release Date: February 2006

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [389 KB] , ePub (EPUB) [362 KB] , Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [344 KB] , Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [1.8 MB] , Palm Doc (PDB) [394 KB] , Microsoft Reader (LIT) [337 KB] , Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [364 KB] , hiebook (KML) [892 KB] , Sony Reader (LRF) [450 KB] , iSilo (PDB) [321 KB] , Mobipocket (PRC) [400 KB] , Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [459 KB] , OEBFF Format (IMP) [505 KB]
Words: 121089
Reading time: 345-484 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 978-1-936144-51-8

Orlando was putting his breakfast bowl on the shelf above the sink when the wall suddenly shook so hard it moved an inch towards him, bowing in the middle as if it were flexible. It sprang back into place, and the crockery on the shelf came flying at him on the rebound. He was bombarded with dishes and plates, one of which bounced off his forehead.

The dishes crashed to the floor, and Orlando stood stock still for a few seconds, stunned by the blow and only dimly aware that the shaking of the wall had been accompanied by a loud shrieking noise like a storming wind that stopped exactly when the wall returned to normal. He could hear, faintly, what sounded like screams--not very close but within the next few blocks.

His knees began to feel weak, and he had to sit down on a chair at the kitchen table for a minute. He put his head between his hands and held it still, and forced himself not to cry. He sat there for no more than two minutes until he had composed himself and his knees felt normal again, then he stood slowly and took a deep breath and ran out of his flat and down ten flights of stairs and out into the street.

He was sure that he would find something bloody. He did not have to guess. He knew.

He had been through this kind of thing before.