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Mind Secrets: Perceivers #1
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Teenagers with mind powers fight for the right to survive in the thrilling first novel of the Perceivers series.
Waking up without his memories and hunted by Agent Cooper, Michael finds sanctuary with a group of perceivers: telepaths who sense the thoughts and emotions of others. Drawn into their battle to stay free of the cure which threatens to strip them of their powers, he searches for the person who stole his past. As the tension between perceivers and norms erupts into violence, Michael pieces together the shocking truth behind the origin of their power. To save his friends from destruction, he must face Cooper and confront the painful revelations of his forgotten secrets.
A gripping science fiction thriller set on the streets of London, Mind Secrets takes an exciting and dangerous journey into intrigue, friendship and deception.
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- PAGES: 290 (trade paper)
- RRP: £1.99/$2.99 (ebook) // £6.99/$8.99 (paperback)
- PUBLICATION: January 2016
- ISBN: 978-1908340191 (paperback)
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Excerpt from Mind Secrets
Her stare was intense. She looked into his eyes. Deep. Penetrating. Probing. Through the cornea, past the iris and beyond the pupil. Until she was inside his mind. He couldn’t feel her, but he knew she had to be in there. The subtlety in her stare showed she was thinking about everything she perceived. Like a tiny flashing light on a computer, each byte of information sending a flicker across her eyes. Her breath shallow in concentration. Body absorbed in stillness. Her singular perception, sharp and focussed, stretching out the seconds into minutes.
Until her eyes softened and she withdrew. Back through the pupil, the iris, the cornea. Her breathing deepened. She blinked her mascaraed eyelashes and their connection was severed. She leant back against the door and her body relaxed.
A mixture of nerves and excitement trembled inside him. “Well?” he said.
“Strange,” said Jennifer. She seemed distracted, not quite there. Like a person emerging from a dream. “There’s so little of you, it’s like perceiving a baby.”
“But did you see my memories? Do you know who I am? Where I live?”
Michael deflated. His legs hardly had the strength to keep him upright any more. He staggered backwards and felt his bum hit the rim of a sink. He perched on it. “God!” he cursed. He turned and kicked at the wall. Plaster came away from the brickwork and scattered to the floor in pieces. He kicked the bits to the other side of the room. “God! God! God!”
His face was hot with frustration. He turned on the cold tap with such force that it sent water spraying onto his trousers. He cupped his hands and splashed it onto his face until his skin, his hair and jumper were dripping wet.
“I’m sorry,” said Jennifer. “There’s a nothingness inside of you. Like someone sucked out your memories.”
“Am I brain damaged?” said Michael. The thought – suddenly in his head – scared him.
“I don’t know. I’ve never perceived anything like you.”
Jennifer flinched at a sound on the other side of the door. Michael heard it too. The smashing of glass.
Screams erupted from behind the door. The frightened, high-pitched screams of teenage girls.
Jennifer’s eyes widened. She turned and dashed out the door.
Michael followed her into the screaming.
The door opened onto an orange glow. People were running. Shouting. Flames leapt from half a dozen places. A glass bottle sailed through an already-smashed window. The flaming rag in its neck arched across the hall and struck the back wall. Glass shattered. Liquid spurted in all directions and ignited with a whompf of flame.
Petrol bombs had exploded throughout the hall and they were still coming.