Inhaltsangabe
Mark has a technically astute group of friends and moved into a new house. Mark considers the video game worlds he designs more like another 'thread' in the multi-verse, another world for the player to explore. Technology and extraordinary are about to mix as Mark fights to discover who and why mysterious thieves are harassing and making off with not merely things but people as well. His new contract boss is apparently connected to them and is possibly conspiring with them. Will he disappear with them? Not all of Mark's friends exist in his 'thread' of the multi-verse making them not always the easiest to contact. Inter-dimensional activity and environmental energies seem to be everywhere including the dreamscape allowing for all sorts of possibilities.
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Spidersilk
By Akutra-Ramses Atenosis CeaTrafford Publishing
Copyright © 2015 Akutra-Ramses Atenosis Cea
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4907-6810-6All rights reserved.
Contents
Moving In, 1,
Tragic Leap, 8,
The Party, 13,
Contact, 20,
Investigations, 27,
Friends, 34,
The New Contract, 41,
Meet the new contractor, 50,
Gone Missing, 56,
Dueling Forces, 65,
The Returning, 74,
Closure and Revelation, 79,
CHAPTER 1
Moving In
The dark browns mixed with black, and slivers of red seemed to dance ferociously to an endless depth within, as if his eyes were as vast as a galaxy. Mark's smooth skin provided a nice resting place for his trimmed shimmering auburn hair, having a shine that was nearly identical in color to his eyes. His slightly elongated face had some unique features, which Tia was scrutinizing. His full lips looked as if they were made for kissing. Tia turned and looked at the ceiling as she lay in the modern larger-than-king-size yet soft and silky bed. This was nice and it took quantum entanglement to a whole new level.
The patterns on the clean white ceiling where mere garnish for the thoughts she had meandering through her head. She tried to imagine what it would be like without Mark. He helped her in a plethora of ways to which he probably is not even yet aware. She grasped her sheets at the thought; her body snuggled with the comfort of the bed and sheets between. Turning again to gaze in Mark's direction she found no reason she should allow herself to break from this accord.
Mark had been equally scrutinizing Tia's long shiny black locks of hair and her soft lips. He had difficulty locating a blemish on her similarly smooth skin while admiring her puppy-dog green eyes. Marks heightened senses were tingling with high detail, and his inner-satisfaction was replete. The silk bed was so soft and comfortable, he thought to himself as he reached his hand under the sheets toward Tia's back where he lightly moved his hand, barely touching her skin. Responding with enthusiasm, Tia's lips reached for his, and they began the exploration of each other's faces.
A loud sound interrupted the scene, and Mark opened his eyes with force. There he stared at the usual ceiling while reaching for his tablet with the intention of ending the loud alarm. "Those dreams are awesome," he muttered to himself referring to the vivid lucid dreams he regularly has. He had another code coordinate now — representation would match with what? Freeing himself from his silk sheets, he is up and extending to the bags of clothing not too far from his bed. Reaching back, he effortlessly tossed his throw blanket in a single toss on his bed, causing his bed to look like it was already made with neatly curved folds.
The bare white walls complemented the fresh carpet smell of the room he had slept in. Mark had barely begun to move into his newly acquired house, having signed the loan merely a few days ago. The clean sparsely furnished house gave the exciting vibe of future thrills and every detail could nearly tell its own story much like his current life. This house is full of possibilities he knew would be awesome. Mark whisked down the stairs while the soft velvety black carpet shimmered, satisfying his feet; he made his way to the brand-new kitchen.
Casually, with a sort of partial attention, Mark carved one scoop of espresso from the bag and started his morning cup. Navigating the maze of still-packed housing items, Mark reached for the mouse on his home entertainment system. Immediately, the TV began displaying the current video news from various Internet ne
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