Showing posts with label Liana Brooks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Liana Brooks. Show all posts

Monday, September 12, 2016

Decoherence



Decoherence
By
Liana Brooks

Single or Series:  3rd and last book in the Time & Shadows trilogy
Length of Book:   400 pages/ 87,000 words
Genre:   Science Fiction






Author Bio:
Liana Brooks writes science fiction and sci-fi romance for people who like fast ships, big guns, witty one-liners, and happy endings. She lives in Alaska with her husband, four kids, and giant mastiff puppy. When she isn’t writing she enjoys hiking the Chugach Range, climbing glaciers, and watching whales.
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Blurb:
Readers of Blake Crouch's DARK MATTER and Wesely Chu's TIME SALVAGER will love Liana Brooks' DECOHERENCE--the thrilling, time-bending conclusion to the Time & Shadow series!
Samantha Rose and Linsey MacKenzie have established an idyllic life of married bliss in Australia, away from the Commonwealth Bureau of Investigation, away from mysterious corpses, and—most of all—away from Dr. Emir’s multiverse machine.
But Sam is a detective at heart, and even on the other side of the world, she can’t help wonder if a series of unsolved killings she reads about are related—not just to each other, but to the only unsolved case of her short career.
She knows Jane Doe’s true name, but Sam never discovered who killed the woman found in an empty Alabama field in spring of 2069. She doesn’t even know which version of herself she buried under a plain headstone.
When Mac suddenly disappears, Sam realizes she is going to once more be caught up in a silent war she still doesn’t fully understand. Every step she takes to save Mac puts the world she knows at risk, and moves her one step closer to becoming the girl in the grave.

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Excerpt:
Decoherence (n): a period of time when all iterations collapse and there is only one possible reality.
~ Excerpt from Definitions of Time by Emmanuela Pine, I1
Day 247
Year 5 of Progress

Capitol Spire

Main Continent

Iteration 17—Fan 1

… three. Rose stood and peered through the frosted, warped glass of the conference room as the speaker turned away. It didn’t matter which iteration she was in, Emir was predictable. She had seven seconds to do a head count. She didn’t need that long.
A quick head count was all it took to confirm that the einselected nodes she’d been sent to assassinate were where they belonged.
Every iteration had nodes, people or events that kept that variation of human history from collapsing. Dr. Emir had created a machine that allowed people not only to move along their own timeline, but at critical convergence points, it allowed them to cross between realities. But the Mechanism for Iteration Alignment’s greatest ability was the one that allowed Dr. Emir and Central Command to steer history by erasing futures they didn’t want.
Rose knelt beside the door, did one final sweep for alarms, and nodded for her team to move in. It was her job to cross at convergence points, kill the nodes, and collapse the futures that no one wanted.
One look at the version of herself watching this iteration’s Emir with rapt fascination was enough to make Rose want to snip this future in the bud.
Chubby was the first thing that came to mind. Rose’s doppelganger was enjoying being at the top of the social pyramid and probably gorging on whatever passed as a delicacy here. The squared bangs with a streak of riotous red only accented the corpulence and lack of self-control the inferior other had.
Even with a heavy wood door between them, Rose could hear that this iteration’s Emir was hypothesizing things the MIA was never meant to do. Everyone with half a brain knew that decoherence didn’t combine iterations, it crushed them. Only the true timeline, the Prime, would survive decoherence. Planning to welcome and integrate doppelgangers into the society was pure idiocy.
The techs sealing the door shut gave her the high sign.
Rose nodded to her hacker.
“Cameras locked. Security is deaf and blind, ma’am”Logan’s voice was a soft whisper in her earpiece. He was a genius with computer systems, a fact that had saved him when they collapsed I-38 three years ago. “We have a fifteen-minute window.”




 1. How did you get started writing?
My first creative writing experience happened in grade school in Illinois where they had a Young Authors Competition. Once I learned I could tell a story I was always scribbling something, usually instead of taking notes in math class (which probably explains my geometry grade). But I didn’t get serious and start writing regularly until after I graduated college. I was suddenly out of Academia and bored. Daily writing gave me a sense of accomplishment at a time when the work I was doing wasn’t easily measured by my usual metrics.

2. Name three things on your desk right now.
Post-it notes with quotes, word counts, and scenes to write; am original piece of art that’s blue and green with gold sparkles, and a fish fossil.

3. Hamburger or sushi?
SUSHI!!!! Yes, please! I love sushi! It’s my comfort food! When are we going? Are you buying?

4. If I were your favorite cookie I would be what flavor?
Dark chocolate with mint chips.

5. Open your new release to any page and tell us what is happening.
Let’s see… page 213 in the word document for DECOHERENCE… Rose is stepping out into a moonlit glade with cicadas and starlight. She’s disoriented and confused, also, very angry. She is about to make a very serious mistake.

6. Heels, flats or sneakers? (or nothing at all)
Hiking sandals when it’s warm enough, otherwise I’m usually in my wellies (boots) that are good to -20 and that I really need to get ice cleats for. High heels and Alaskan ice are a bad combination unless you want to break a bone.

7. Tell us one tip you would pass on to new writers.
Let your rough draft suck and keep writing.

8. Plotter or pantster?
A punster by nature, but I’ve learned to lay a loose plot so I don’t meander too much. These days I plot out who my antagonists will be, and the four plot twists I’m writing towards. That gives me a general direction without making losing the spontaneity of pantsing.

9. What is your favorite movie or book and why?
I have so many favorites it’s hard to pick one. Let’s go with THUD! By Terry Pratchett. It has one of the best modern commentaries on racism and hate, and it’s beautifully written. Yes, there’s trolls and dwarves, but what genre fiction does best is examine our reality by restating our problems in a new way. Pratchett was a master of social commentary and he completely dismantled arguments in favour of racism and hatred and war. It really should be required reading in schools. We’d be a much more peaceful species if we all realized how much hate hurts everyone.

10. What's next on your writerly horizon?
Novellas! All the novellas! I have a new novella series starting next spring with BODIES IN MOTION from Inkprint Press, and Even Villains 4 is going to the editor this winter (in about 6 weeks so I need to write faster). And then there’s some behind-the-scenes stuff going on with a new novel series that I can’t talk about in too much detail yet. I probably won’t be able to make any formal announcements until 2017.


Monday, September 7, 2015

The Day Before: Liana Brooks

The Day Before
by
Liana Brooks
1. How did you get started writing?
In grade school, in the suburbs of Chicago, there was a yearly Young Authors Competition. Writing a story was a requirement from kindergarten on. That sparked the idea that not only could I make up my own stories, but that I should. I scribbled down ideas off and on for years and finally started writing regularly after I graduated college.

2. Name three things on your desk right now.
Rocket Racoon (lego) – a stack of books about writing – a glass of water

3. Hamburger or sushi?
SUSHI!!!! We moved to Alaska in January and I can finally get amazing sushi as often as I can afford it. I'm in heaven! P.S. – buy my books so I can afford sushi

4. If I were your favorite cookie I would be what flavor?
Triple chocolate chip, there are dark, semi-sweet, and white chocolate chips in there. It's delicious.

5. Open your new release to any page and tell us what is happening.
Page 74... the older sister of a missing college student talks the heroine about her sister and the heroine learns that the missing girl put the wrong address on her work application

6. Heels, flats or sneakers? (or nothing at all)
Hiking sandals when it's warm enough. Fuzzy, funky coloured socks for indoors. Hiking shoes for everything else.

7. Tell us one tip you would pass on to new writers.
Be yourself. There's no use copying trends or trying to imitate a famous author. You can't build a career as an imposter. Be yourself, write what you love, write what you want to read, and make a place for yourself.

8. Plotter or pantster?
Panster until chapter 3. Once I know a book has legs I stop and plot it out.

9. What is your favorite movie or book and why?
I have so many favourites... let's say ONE FOR THE MONEY by Janet Evanovich. Stephanie is a funny, fun to read about, and the storyline is intriguing. It's a comfort read that I pick up when I need a laugh.

10. What's next on your writerly horizon?
Sam and Mac's adventures continue in CONVERGENCE POINT and I am busy editing that so it is actually something you want to read. After that I'll be writing Book 4 for the Heroes and Villains novella series.





Author Bio
Liana Brooks once read the book GOOD OMENS by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett and noted that both their biographies invited readers to send money (or banana daiquiris). That seems to have worked well for them. Liana prefers strawberry daiquiris (virgin!) and will never say no to large amounts of cash in unmarked bills. 
Her books are sweet and humorous with just enough edge to keep you reading past your bedtime. 
Liana was born in San Diego after bouncing around the country she's settled (temporarily) in the great wilderness of Alaska. She can be found on Twitter (@LianaBrooks), on FaceBook, and on the web at www.lianabrooks.com.
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Blurb

A body is found in the Alabama wilderness. The question is:
Is it a human corpse … or is it just a piece of discarded property?

Agent Samantha Rose has been exiled to a backwater assignment for the Commonwealth Bureau of Investigation, a death knell for her career. But then Sam catches a break—a murder—that could give her the boost she needs to get her life back on track. There's a snag, though: the body is a clone, and technically that means it's not a homicide. And yet, something about the body raises questions, not only for her, but for coroner Linsey Mackenzie.

The more they dig, the more they realize nothing about this case is what it seems … and for Sam, nothing about Mac is what it seems, either.

This case might be the way out for her, but that way could be in a bodybag.

A thrilling new mystery from Liana Brooks, The Day Before will have you looking over your shoulder and questioning what it means to be human.

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HarperCollins – http://www.harpercollins.com/9780062407658/the-day-before







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Excerpt


Friday May 17th, 2069

Alabama District 3

Commonwealth of North America



With an asthmatic wheeze the engine died. It figured. Stuck in a man’s craw, it did. This truck had been his daddy’s and his pappy’s, and before the Commonwealth government forced him to replace the diesel engine with the newfangled water doohickey, he was certain he’d pass the truck onto his son.
He’d been playing under the hood of trucks since he was six and now he was stranded. Embarrassing, that’s what it was. He climbed out of the cab to check the engine out of habit. The ice blue block of modern fuel efficiency stared back. Three hundred bucks it’d cost him, straight from his pocket.
Oh, there was a government subsidy, all right. A priority list. Major Population Centers, they said. Unite the countries of the Commonwealth on a timeline, they said. And what did all that mean?
It meant the damn Yankees got upgraded cities and free cars before the ink was dry on the Constitution and what about the little man? Nobody thought about the working class. No one cared about a man covered in oil and grease anymore.
He thumbed his cellphone on. No reception. Figured.
So much for the era of new prosperity. He’d hoof it. There was a little town about five miles down the road where he could call Ricky to bring a tow truck. It would have been cheaper to pay the diesel fines than get all this fixed.
Off schedule. Over budget. Son of a –
He stared at the distant trees. Well, it wasn’t going to get any cooler.
He grabbed his wallet and keys from the cab of his truck. The tree line looked like a good spot to answer a call from nature, then he’d see if there weren’t a shortcut through to town. A meadowlark sang. Not a bad day for a hike. Would’ve been better if it weren’t so dammed hot, but at least the humidity was low. He wouldn’t like to walk in a summer monsoon, not at his age with arthritis playing up.
Under a sprawling oak he unzipped his pants. As an afterthought, he glanced down to make sure he wouldn’t stir up a hill of fire ants.
A hand lay next to his boots.
He blinked, zipped his pants slowly, and turned around. "Hello?"
Cicadas chirped in answer.
"Are you drunk?" The quiet field that looked so peaceful only moments before was now eerily sinister. He nudged the hand with his foot. It was swollen and pale and crusted with blood, just like a prop out of a horror movie.
Maybe it was a good idea to run to the next town.



Liana Brooks



Coming April 28th, 2015


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