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ANNOUNCEMENT: Rise: Last Chance – KT Hanna

Rise - K.T. Hanna

QSFer KT Hanna has a new queer sci fi/LitRPG book out: “Rise: Last Chance.”

Death doesn’t always kill you… 
but second chances don’t come free

Dare should be dead.

You don’t get hit by a high voltage power line in a freak accident and live. Unless the Second Chance program wants you for its own ends, that is. A second life, one last chance, but at the cost of serving an aeons old system that protects humanity… even from itself.

The tasks Dare is assigned seem harmless at first, but as the missions progress, things seem off. There are creatures the system can’t see, plans that go awry. Too many people Dare knows are involved already, a coincidence Dare can’t help but wonder at. The system’s motives are unclear, it doesn’t like to be questioned, and it won’t tolerate being disobeyed. SC can terminate the contract, and Dare’s life with it, at its discretion.

Dare’s only chance is to follow where the tasks lead, no matter the cost.

Rise is a Gamelit dark contemporary science fiction story set in the near future and is the first book in the Last Chance series. It touches on death, the afterlife, torture, and the lengths people can be pushed too.

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Excerpt

The drone of the ambulance siren pulled me out of the haze.

I blinked, my eyes sticky with something, probably blood. Knowing my luck though, it could be something worse. The throbbing in my head wouldn’t abate, and voices leaked through to me like I was floating through some sort of abyss and they were miles away.

“I’ve got a pulse.” The shock in that voice almost made me laugh, only oxygen didn’t seem to too fond of me right then, and I dragged in a ragged breath, surprising myself with the pain that echoed through my chest.

Something flickered behind my eyelids. Like when you look at the sun too long only to have that damned circle of blazing light stuck with you no matter where you look, with open eyes or not.

“That can’t be.” The second voice was deeper, filled with confusion that struggled to remain professional. “I could have sworn they were gone.”

I got it though. It felt like I should be dead. Brief images flashed through my mind. Pain so searing it took my hard-earned breath away again. So, either I was having a hell of a ride straight up to the not-so-pearly gates, or I was still alive.

Somehow.

The light flashed again behind my eyelids, momentarily distracting me from the EMS attendants I’d managed to stump with whatever had happened. It’d come to me eventually; I just couldn’t quite remember at that moment.

Amidst the prodding at my arms, there was a mild sting as they inserted what I assumed to be an “fond of me right then, and I dragged in a ragged breath, surprising myself with the pain that echoed through my chest.

Something flickered behind my eyelids. Like when you look at the sun too long only to have that damned circle of blazing light stuck with you no matter where you look, with open eyes or not.

“That can’t be.” The second voice was deeper, filled with confusion that struggled to remain professional. “I could have sworn they were gone.”

I got it though. It felt like I should be dead. Brief images flashed through my mind. Pain so searing it took my hard-earned breath away again. So, either I was having a hell of a ride straight up to the not-so-pearly gates, or I was still alive.

Somehow.

The light flashed again behind my eyelids, momentarily distracting me from the EMS attendants I’d managed to stump with whatever had happened. It’d come to me eventually; I just couldn’t quite remember at that moment.

Amidst the prodding at my arms, there was a mild sting as they inserted what I assumed to be an “IV, underscored by rash movement as the ambulance sped through crowded streets. They should be crowded unless I’d somehow jumped dimensions in a Tardis.

This time when the light returned behind my eyelids that still weren’t cooperating with me, it rippled across my lack of vision reminding me of the older computer screens when they booted up, flickering into their 8-bit glory.

Please wait while the system adjusts to your confinements. This won’t take long.


Author Bio

Born in Australia, K.T. Hanna met her husband in a computer game, moved to the U.S.A. and went into culture shock. Bonus? Not as many creatures specifically designed to kill you.

K.T. creates science-fiction, fantasy, and LitRPG like it’s going out of style, with a dash of horror for fun! All of her fiction includes characters who reflect the real world in all its diversity.

No, she doesn’t sleep. She is entirely powered by caffeine, Chipotle, and sarcasm.

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