Today it is my pleasure to welcome author Nathaniel Henderson and his science fiction novel, Centricity.
The world already ended once. Now it’s up to an outgunned negotiator, a disavowed spy, and an immersion-addicted hacker to stop it from happening again.
Centuries after the Fold, civilization is fragile. In the megacity of Naion, people live stacked in arcologies, most never going outside because the air is another enemy. Instead, freedom comes from technology: bodytechs modify the human form while synthetic intelligences whisper through brainware.
Now a new bridge between man and machine has emerged, one that could destroy humanity’s second shot at survival—or save it, depending on who gets to it first….
Adasha Denali is one of the government’s best dispute resolution specialists, but when a scandal threatens to destabilize the city and end her career, she’ll need more than words to escape the fallout. Venturing out of her office and into a fight for the future, she’ll team up with a disavowed spy, learning the hard way that betrayal wears many faces, and one of them may be her own.
Neon Nik is an immersion-addicted IT freelancer struggling to pay off debts to circling loan sharks. Threats of dismemberment become the least of his problems when a surprise inheritance throws him into a vortex of corporate kill squads willing to burn the city down to find him.
Engineered spies, high-tech mercenaries, and immersion hackers collide in this first gripping installment of the Centricity Cycle.
About the Author
Nathaniel Henderson was born in 1983 in Albuquerque, NM, USA. At a young age he moved to Tulsa, OK, where he spent the next fifteen or so years surviving adolescence. After graduating from high school, he packed it up and headed out west to the picturesque Santa Cruz, CA to attend UCSC. After a year of wrestling with computer science, he transferred to San Francisco to study computer animation and special effects. The career didn’t stick, and he set off to teach English in South Korea, Thailand, and finally Tokyo, Japan, where he currently resides.
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The book will be on sale for $0.99 for a limited time, until release date of October 20.
Amazon Link (Pre-Order until 10.20.2020): https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08J859X4R
Yes, there is a giveaway
The author will be awarding a $40 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.
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My Favorite Excerpt
Blobby lights cartwheeled and frayed at the edges.
Voros had been dreaming of a forest, the taste of blood and dirt on his lips. Then all at once, the rest of his senses rose as if from the depths of a black ocean, battered into confusion as soon as they broke the surface.
A hundred and forty kilos of muscle slammed into him, throwing him onto a table. Stalks broke and lacy petals scattered.
Voros threw a clump of spongy soil into his attacker’s face and kicked him in the chest, pushing himself backwards off the flowerbed. Spiked fists crashed into the dirt like the heads of ancient weapons. Having missed, the man knocked his side of the table downward. The opposite edge rose and caught Voros in the jaw; half his face went numb.
The bull charged again. Voros leapt onto the next table, grabbed at a vine-covered trellis above, and swung up. He didn’t like retreating but needed time to figure out what the hell was going on.
Kill Elts Lene, cement cooperation. Right, this all had something to do with the replacement neurotechnologist.
Tracks of grow lights illuminated long islands of grid racks, spiral growing columns, and stacked flowerbeds. The terraced garden overlooked a vista of arcology interior; not inhabited space, but a complex weave of environmental systems.
This was a fight, so why wasn’t he being shot at or shooting back? Where was his gun?