Lisa Shambrook has written about the origins of Human 76, I have written about its development, and all sorts of people are contributing their thoughts on the characters and stories that have moved…
Scheduled to release this Friday, June 17, 2016, soon you will all be able to enter in this amazing world that developed from a post-apocalyptic photo shoot. Fourteen authors and two fabulous editors combine their talents to bring this world that centers around one character, Ghabrie, and her struggles to survive in a fractured world.
Now for a sneak peak:
UNDERNEATH by Denise Callaway
“I will be glad when this project is complete,” responded Cievette dully. The tunnel rats had a knack for thievery, stealing anything from food and clothing to power. They only found independence in the deep spaces beneath the cities. Over the years, they had learned to network with the rats of other cities, sharing skills, trading resources. Cievette’s skill was one of those resources, holding her in a rare regard. Her assignments were often dangerous and having Eisle to cover her had gotten her out of a tight spot or two.
Taking over at the code screen, Cievette studied what Eisle had managed to unravel. “Not bad, Eisle…keep this up and they are going to start sending you out on your own.”
His quiet laugh rumbled as he settled in near the door. Commander Harkins made it clear that Cievette and her safe return was his assignment. He had only learned to rattle a bit of code to pass the time. Besides, Cievette was a patient teacher, for all her complaints. She glanced his way as his eyes closed, appearing to be asleep, though she knew he was alert on some level. In fact, he was watching her through veiled lids as she dug through the code. The projected image of the interface glittered around her fingers like jewels. Where his code barely scratched the surface, she would dig trenches through those seemingly impenetrable fields.
The park welcomed her as she stepped onto the walking path. Even here she restrained herself. Trapped within the decorum prescribed by society, she walked a straight line, followed the normal dictates. Breathing in the scent of the wildflowers, she lost herself into the scenery and the music playing through her headphones. Her dreams started to come alive. The stories awakened as she took each step. Lost in the story she started to twirl in the embodiment of her main character, captivated by the magic. Hesitation then societies rules stepped in. She marched forward. A pair of walkers walked by and waved as they passed one another. People would not understand the free spirit, she told herself. She repressed the skip. She curtailed the dance. This was a place for walking. Then the wind swirled around her. Laughing, she embraced the dance and twirled with it.