Brody has a bright future with plenty of runway in front of him. He’s well on his way to a fancy title and a fat salary until he finds himself in a battle to save his sanity. He soon finds it’s not just his sanity he’s fighting for. It’s everyone’s. He joins with the ever-curious Saronda and whip-smart Rebecca, as they are forced to interrupt their lives to battle unseen forces. The story starts a century ago, in a small town in France, when an unknown woman spent many lonely nights discovering how reality is created. Year after year, she sat at a small wooden table in her flat overlooking a desolate cobblestone alley uncovering secrets of the universe. Her discoveries lay dormant until fate put them in the hands of a lunatic madman. The consequences go beyond anything the world has ever seen. It’s a story of sacrifice, redemption, and the power of love as the world spirals into chaos in an allegory for our time. In the end, we learn a jarring fact about the universe that eluded Einstein, Heisenberg, Feynman and other great minds of the Twentieth Century, a fact that may ultimately lead to our demise. This is a page turner that will keep you guessing to the end and thinking about the consequences long after you’ve put it down. It is for anyone curious about how reality can be manipulated and how disinformation and dirty truths are being used to control us.
Slitting the box released the stale air and dusty smell of old books. Saronda pulled out two books of French poetry. A magazine had been stuffed between them. It tumbled to the ground. Reaching down to pick it up she saw that it was a yellowed science journal. It felt electric in her hands. The title caught her eye, Science de la Planète. Octobre 1905.
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The slow death of his soul was getting harder to ignore. An unpleasant annoyance, not enough to cause pain. [But] 2015 had been a very good year [for Brody Markovich] and he had no intention of slowing down.
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Rebecca paused to let the gravity of her words sink in. She’d had enough of her spineless boss. She leaned in close, her breath grazing his jugular.
“Let’s stay focused on what’s important, newly appointed, not yet approved, Mr. Attorney General. This case was the last little check mark on your dance card. Or should I say scandal-free dance card?”
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Mist of Lies, Once Upon a Tilted Rock: A suspense thriller about lies, dirty truth, and the collapse of humanity.
Brody has a bright future with plenty of runway in front of him. He’s well on his way to a fancy title and a fat salary until he finds himself in a battle to save his sanity. He soon finds it’s not just his sanity he’s fighting for. It’s everyone’s. He joins with the ever-curious Saronda and whip-smart Rebecca, as they are forced to interrupt their lives to battle unseen forces. The story starts a century ago, in a small town in France, when an unknown woman spent many lonely nights discovering how reality is created. Year after year, she sat at a small wooden table in her flat overlooking a desolate cobblestone alley uncovering secrets of the universe. Her discoveries lay dormant until fate put them in the hands of a lunatic madman. The consequences go beyond anything the world has ever seen. It’s a story of sacrifice, redemption, and the power of love as the world spirals into chaos in an allegory for our time. In the end, we learn a jarring fact about the universe that eluded Einstein, Heisenberg, Feynman and other great minds of the Twentieth Century, a fact that may ultimately lead to our demise. This is a page turner that will keep you guessing to the end and thinking about the consequences long after you’ve put it down. It is for anyone curious about how reality can be manipulated and how disinformation and dirty truths are being used to control us.
Slitting the box released the stale air and dusty smell of old books. Saronda pulled out two books of French poetry. A magazine had been stuffed between them. It tumbled to the ground. Reaching down to pick it up she saw that it was a yellowed science journal. It felt electric in her hands. The title caught her eye, Science de la Planète. Octobre 1905.
………
The slow death of his soul was getting harder to ignore. An unpleasant annoyance, not enough to cause pain. [But] 2015 had been a very good year [for Brody Markovich] and he had no intention of slowing down.
………
Rebecca paused to let the gravity of her words sink in. She’d had enough of her spineless boss. She leaned in close, her breath grazing his jugular.
“Let’s stay focused on what’s important, newly appointed, not yet approved, Mr. Attorney General. This case was the last little check mark on your dance card. Or should I say scandal-free dance card?”