QSFer N.J. Nielsen has a new Fantasy book out:
Chance Hastings is alone. The person he was closest to was ripped away from him and sent to the world below the high city. Chance is determined to find his sister, no matter what it takes.
Zephania Aroson is being hunted by his own race for believing their leaders were wrong. The more he saw of the people of Earth, the more he realised they needed to be afforded the opportunity to live. He wasn’t willing to stand by and watch the extinction of an entire race because his leaders commanded him to do so.
By saving the life of the human, Zephania finds his mate in Chance Hastings. Together they learn of a legend surrounding Chance and his siblings. With the help of a group of freedomers, Zephania and Chance begin the search for them. Along the way, they save Zephania’s own family, and a new legend is uncovered.
Freedomers Book One
July 18, 5023 AD had changed Chance Hastings’ life forever. His view of the world had been irrevocably altered, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. It had been a bloody rude shock to the system when he’d found out humans weren’t the only intelligent race inhabiting the universe. He hadn’t even been sure it had been aliens, as by all rights and reasoning they hadn’t existed–or so he’d been taught throughout his life. Hell, who had he been kidding? The strangers flooding into cities all over the world were real honest-to-God aliens and not little green men, either. These were more humanoid looking. Word quickly passed from human to human that the aliens had come to take over the world and turn the human populace into mindless slaves. Others were saying the aliens had come to wipe everyone off of the face of the earth so they could claim it for themselves.
Chance was in the group who believed the latter explanation. So far, from what he’d seen, the newfound alien race was the “shoot first and ask questions never” kind of people. Chance sat against the side wall of Guardian Lowell’s residence and took in the destruction around him, trying to come to grips with what he’d found. Inside the mansion, the whole Lowell family had been slaughtered, and by the state of the decomposition, they’d been murdered a good couple of weeks ago–if not longer. Deep down, Chance knew that if his first guardian had still been alive, the family would have helped Chance if they could. Guardian Lowell had been one of the few guardians who’d actually liked Chance and his siblings. The whole Lowell family had treated them as their own, rather than the wards they truly were. Instead, their lives had been forever changed the night they were taken from the Lowell’s home to live with a new guardian family.
Chance’s mind wandered over the distant past as he thought about how much their world–the world of the human race–had changed with each passing century. Once, there had only been Earth. Now there were interconnecting cities above the earth’s surface–great cities, each joined to the other via endless corridors of housing. The wealthy thrived in the cities, and the areas joining each city were where the poorer citizens resided. Those people were known as bridgers. Chance had preferred his quadrant of the world rather than being one of the city dwellers. The one strange thing he’d seen was that there were no imperfect people in the upper world. It had taken a long time for him to understand why. Then it was only through overhearing one of his guardians talking that he realised anyone born less than perfect wasn’t tolerated. Imperfect people were taken to the lower world then left to defend themselves as best they could. Chance didn’t know how long the two worlds had been separated–or even why.
All he knew for sure was that it had been done a long time before he’d been born. He’d learnt since the day he’d eavesdropped on the conversation, how those in charge at the time the worlds separated had chosen who went up and who stayed behind, and the decisions hadn’t been done fairly. The rich had been given preference. All criminals, the disabled, and the dirt-poor people had been left behind to fend for themselves. Families had been torn apart. People hadn’t even been given the choice of remaining with their kin on the surface. They had been just rounded up and taken up to the shining new city to live, and basically told that if they didn’t like it to get over it and start living their happily ever after.
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NJ needs to write like she needs to breathe. It’s an addiction that she never intends to find a cure for. When you don’t find NJ writing about the wonderful men in her stories you find her reading work by others who she greatly admires. NJ lives in the SE of Qld, Australia with her family who all encourage her writing career even if she does occasionally call them by her character’s names. NJ thinks that anyone taking the time to read her stuff is totally awesome.