Check out my stop on the blog tour for Veiled Sun (Tomorrow's Edge #2) by Brett Armstrong!
by Brett Armstrong
Genre: YA Sci-fi/Dystopian
Release Date: January 21st 2020
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Summary:
AD 2040: Every day the world slips further into lies. Seventeen-year-old Elliott knows that better than most. Project Alexandria is rewriting history, shaping the world according to sinister goals. To stop it, Elliott must assemble the "Veiled Sun", a secret program written by his grandfather. The only people he can count on are siegers—outlaws who use their coding skills for purposes almost as nefarious as Project Alexandria. Overcoming the schemes and betrayals all around him, he's the world's best hope to save reality, if he doesn't lose hold of it himself.
Book One:
Day Moon (Tomorrow's Edge #1)
Release Date: March 2017
Summary:
In A.D. 2039, a prodigious seventeen year old, Elliott, is assigned to work on a global soft-ware initiative his deceased grandfather helped found. Project Alexandria is intended to provide the entire world secure and equal access to all accumulated human knowledge. All forms of print are destroyed in good faith, to ensure everyone has equal footing, and Elliott knows he must soon part with his final treasure: a book of Shakespeare’s complete works gifted him by his grandfather. Before it is destroyed, Elliott notices something is amiss with the book, or rather Project Alexandria. The two do not match, including an extra sonnet titled “Day Moon”. When Elliott investigates, he uncovers far more than he bargained for. There are sinister forces backing Project Alexandria who have no intention of using it for its public purpose. Elliott soon finds himself on the run from federal authorities and facing betrayals and deceit from those closest to him. Following clues left by his grandfather, with agents close at hand, Elliott desperately hopes to find a way to stop Project Alexandria. All of history past and yet to be depend on it.
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Veiled Sun Excerpt
“Hey,
Elliott, you wanna lend me a hand here?”
Elliott
looked a few feet away and found Mesina was bearing up under a wide panel on
the side of the extractor machine. Hurrying over he hoisted it away and sat it
down. Mesina rubbed her hands together and squeezed his arm. “Thanks.”
Elliott
said nothing. His arm stung a bit from where she had just squeezed him.
Whatever her kindnesses, the pinch was a reminder that even Mesina was on
another side from him.
I have to make a move.
But
he had no idea what the warehouse’s layout was like. He needed to see Mesina’s
map.
Drifting
over to the robot he was to siege, Elliott produced the little interface device
Mesina tossed him and hooked it into a service panel on the hulking machine. As
he began to reprogram it, he knew what he had to do.
After
a minute or so, he spoke up. “How’s it going over there?”
“Fine,”
she answered with a grunt as she twisted loose the last bolt on the extractor’s
controls circuitry. “How about you?”
Elliott
tapped in a few more lines and said, “Done.”
“What?
Seriously?” She stood back from her own work, though it wouldn’t actually show
her what Elliott had done. Which was good, because that would ruin everything.
“Yup.”
She
put a hand on one hip and leaned away as if regarding him with awe, or perhaps
suspicion. “Nice work,” she said, her voice soft.
“Thanks.
Since we’re running behind, want me to go get started on the next robot?”
She
was quiet for a minute, not moving or speaking. Without adding a word to the
silence, she produced the digital page and pointed to a highlighted location on
a schematic. Elliott’s heart raced. It was along the most direct route to one
of the room’s three exits.
Mesina
pulled back the map and pocketed it. “I’ll join you soon,” she assured him.
A
lump formed in his throat for the warmth he heard in her voice. “Okay,” he
managed to reply. He spun around and walked to the next robot. Pretending to
reprogram it, he waited.
He
heard her yelp of surprise and didn’t look back. Sprinting for a door he’d
chosen, he heard via an earpiece the concerned inquiries as a terrible metallic
crash rang through the room. Elliott’s robot had just zoomed off to crash into
the next shelf’s extractor and tore the huge thing free, tossing it to the floor.
He
was pretty sure Mesina was okay, but he had other concerns. Ahead was the lanky
form of a MetaDonia team member who had turned toward the source of the sound,
which meant he was looking right at Elliott.
“Hey!
What was—”
Elliott
blew past him, not even breaking stride. Behind he heard the sieger cursing and
knew he was after him.
Trying
to shake him, Elliott cut left at the end of the shelf and pushed himself
faster, skidding into another row, this one empty. A blessing.
Elliott
had to cut back at the end of the next shelf if he was going to make it to the
door. He spared a glance back and couldn’t see the sieger. As he made the turn
to get back in line with his preferred exit, the man exploded from behind the
shelf. He hadn’t been tricked at all!
The
sieger tackled Elliott at a full sprint, sending both to the floor in a tumble.
As familiar aches from his last escape attempt flared all over Elliott’s body,
he forced himself to his feet. He couldn’t afford to get into a scuffle now.
“What are you doing? You’ll damage the camera!” he shouted as he edged away
toward his goal.
“I’m
not stupid,” the man, Lobo, called back.
Great.
Brett Armstrong has been exploring other worlds as a writer since age nine. Years later, he still writes, but now invites others along on his excursions. He’s shown readers hauntingly sorrowful historical fiction (Destitutio Quod Remissio), scary-real dystopian sci-fi (Day Moon and Veiled Sun), and dark, sweeping epic fantasy (Quest of Fire). Where he heads next is as much a discovery for him as readers. Through dark, despair, light, joy, and everything in between, the end is always meant to leave his fellow literary explorers with wonder and hope.
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