Adult Sci-Fi Thriller
Date Published: Sept 21, 2021
Publisher: Zenith Publishing
A lot has changed in 2642 AD. Chocolate has become extinct, Hyperloops have replaced cars and wearable technology is the norm. But nothing has changed more than humans themselves. People no longer identify themselves as White, Asian, Brown or Black. Because of globalization and war, no one person is ethnically like the other because they are a beautiful mix of every race that existed before them.
This is the world that Cara yearns to escape to. She can no longer be a part of the pureblood, white supremacist cult (led by her imperial grandfather Julius Bull) where she was raised, so she and other young people make a run for it.
Desperate to keep Cara's dissidence quiet for fear of losing face and potentially inciting a power struggle against his own police force, Bull calls in some favors and requests Jimmy Matoo, a Special Investigator from San Francisco, to help him.
For Matoo, the visit to Corinth, Oregon, is eye-opening. He has never seen a white person before, at least not in real life. He quickly discovers that to keep their bloodline pure and grow the populace, the surviving colonies have been intermarrying to keep producing the next generation of survivors. And, that's not all. His investigation reveals dozens of young colony members have gone missing over the years, and some have been found dead on the outskirts of Corinth.
With the clock ticking, Matoo's missing persons investigation soon becomes a fight for survival—turns out the residents don't like a brown fellow in their midst. Can he find Cara, figure out what happened to his brother, and save the leader's family from the cabal terrorizing Corinth before it's too late? Maybe. But first, he must find out who in the colony has the means and connections to smuggle the dissidents out without being detected because it could be the difference between life and death.
The word minority rolled
uncomfortably around in my head. The concept was so alien these days when most
people could trace their family tree—starting with their grandparents—back to
at least four different countries. I couldn’t explain how diverse my own family
was if I tried.
I’d been called a lot of things in
my life, but the way Bull said the brown
man sounded so much worse than any cuss word.
It occurred to me as I walked that I
was probably the first person of color to be here since the late twenty-first
century. It was not a comforting thought. Dread and anxiety bubbled up from my
stomach again. I knew it wouldn’t help, but I pulled up the collar of my jacket
and tucked my chin under to feel less conspicuous.
About the Author
When she’s not writing, she’s camping in the California wilderness (where she also writes) with her husband and baby-dog.
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