AUTHOR: Beck Nicholas
PUBLICATION: Expected publication: December 16th 2014 by Month9Books
PAGES: 300pages (paperback)
GENRE: YA > Science Fiction
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Asher is a Lifer, a slave aboard the spaceship Pelican. A member of the lowest rung of society, she must serve the ship’s Officials and Astronauts as punishment for her grandparents’ crimes back on Earth. The one thing that made life bearable was her illicit relationship with Samuai, a Fishie boy, but he died alongside her brother in a freak training accident.
Still grieving for the loss of her loved ones, Asher is summoned to the upper levels to wait on Lady, the head Official’s wife and Samuai’s mother. It is the perfect opportunity to gather intel for the Lifer’s brewing rebellion. There’s just one problem—the last girl who went to the upper levels never came back.
On the other side of the universe, an alien attack has left Earth in shambles and a group called The Company has taken control. Blank wakes up in a pond completely naked and with no memory, not even his real name. So when a hot girl named Megs invites him to a black-market gaming warehouse where winning means information, he doesn’t think twice about playing. But sometimes the past is better left buried.
As Asher and Blank’s worlds collide, the truth comes out—everyone has been lied to. Bourne Identity meets Under the Never Sky in this intergalactic tale of love and deception from debut novelist Beck Nicholas.
I don’t even have time to hold my breath. A face appears on the screen. My face, but not the one I saw in the water’s reflection.
This boy looks younger than the one I saw earlier. His hair is longer, the brown strands spiking up at odd angles and his cheeks a little more plump.
He’s not smiling, I guess he’s suffering through the picture, but there’s a carefree shine to his brown eyes.
White-hot envy snakes through my chest. Who was that boy? What happened to me?
The hunger to know engulfs my physical need for sustenance. I search for more on the screen. A name. Something to answer the questions that have been building in my mind. Where the name should be is blank.
“Blank, eh?” says Gan with a smirk.
“It’s the one my dear mother gave me,” I retort.
“It’s been in our family for generations.” I skim the rest of the ID report. I’m seventeen years old and the medical scan pronounces me free of disease.
The last known address is as blank as my name. Only one other field has an entry. Where my credit history should be, there’s only one deposit listed. A large one.
I have no real feel for what the number means, but I’m guessing from the way Gan is looking at me like we’re long lost friends that I can afford a game or two. I act unsurprised.
His hand comes down on my shoulder.
“We print credit sticks here, Blank my friend, but there’s a small fee. And of course I ask no questions.”
Small? He names a figure and I half-heartedly haggle him down, assuming he’s trying to rip me off. His lack of surprise at my lack of information is, in itself, telling.
I clear my throat. “What about the authorities?”
He glances around. “People without a history would be wise not to attract attention.
The people in charge around here don’t take much convincing to match a stranger with a crime, if you know what I mean.” He turns away to deal with another customer.
He might be biased but what he said goes with my gut: I have to find answers myself.
I always wanted to write. I’ve worked as a lab assistant, a pizza delivery driver and a high school teacher but I always pursued my first dream of creating stories. Now, I live with my family near Adelaide, halfway between the city and the sea, and am lucky to spend my days (and nights) writing young adult fiction.