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Scorpion (T3) Book Launch

Scorpion (T3) Book Launch

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“Kane keeps you guessing — a crisp and satisfying ending to the Trilogy!”
“Great suspense and action. Wonderful world-building.”

from the back cover

Time is running out for Amos Morgan and Aubrey Carter. Their uneasy alliance with a cadre of renegade Hoarders — vital to gaining access into the Enclave — teeters on a razor’s edge. Years of suspicion and prejudice, on both sides, wars against the need to present a united front.

The Dissidents, Mateo and Megan, claim to hold the key, but can anyone be sure whose side they’re on?

Life inside the Cascadia Enclave is deteriorating, covertly manipulated by the shadowy Givers and their power-hungry Hoarder accomplices. In a matter of days — or less — the Givers are poised to unleash an army of Trackers on Cascadia’s unsuspecting populace.

Earth’s fate hangs in the balance, leaving the Runners with one last, desperate option … dance with the Scorpion.

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Scorpion’s Sting

Scorpion’s Sting

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Scorpion Flash Fiction #3

“How long will that hold if the Trackers find us?”

Aubrey Carter cast a dubious eye on the trapdoor at the top of the stairs, dreading the answer.

Sheila and Garr exchanged glances. The Colonel gave Aubrey a rueful grin. “How long does it take to unwrap a Christmas present?”

“It’s only meant to be camouflage,” Sheila said. “It was never intended as a barricade.”

Aubrey drew a shaky breath. She’d expected their response, but having her suspicions confirmed was still unsettling. “Thanks for a straight answer.”

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Tracker Ambush

Tracker Ambush

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Scorpion Flash Fiction #1

Amos Morgan stumbled, almost losing his footing on the sidewalk’s cracked and uneven surface. His shoulder connected with bruising force against the brick wall of an abandoned tenement, wringing an involuntary gasp from his lungs.

He regained his balance and leaned against the rough bricks, hands on his knees, catching his breath.

The full moon painted the City’s deserted streets with an eerie phosphorescence. Amos strained to listen above his heavy panting. He held his breath, reducing the noise to a pounding heartbeat in his ears.

Nothing. If Trackers were closing in, they were in stealth mode.

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Unwilling Assassin

Unwilling Assassin

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Scorpion Flash Fiction #2

“Conversion” refers to the complex surgical procedure by which a human being is transformed into a Tracker. The operation is exceptionally risky — the melding of flesh and alien technology is fraught with complications.

The physiological changes are extensive and cannot be reversed. Statistically, this rarely results in a botched conversion.

Few doctors are qualified (or willing) to attempt the surgery. Fewer still are willing to go “on the record” when questioned by the Infomedia. Rumors of failed Tracker surgeries continue to cast a shadow over the Enclave’s elite medical facility. The ruling Council, citing Enclave security, routinely labels these reports “unsubstantiated,” “classified,” and subject to vigorous Non-Disclosure Agreements.

Which leads to the proverbial “elephant in the room” question:

When a Tracker conversion fails, what becomes of the patient?

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the Silent Dagger (Scorpion Flash Fiction)

the Silent Dagger (Scorpion Flash Fiction)

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Councilor Harlan Sterne gazed out the conference room window, admiring his panoramic view of the Enclave’s prosperous city center.

He lounged in his high-backed leather chair, a satisfied half-smile playing across his lips. Here, in the Citadel—the seat of all power inside the Enclave—the anticipation of his imminent triumph was heady, intoxicating.

Everything was unfolding just as he’d anticipated. No, more than anticipated—planned, orchestrated, set in motion with the strategic cunning of a chess master.

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Café Espresso Attack

Café Espresso Attack

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Dissident Flash Fiction #2

In Dissident, we are introduced to a new POV (point-of-view) character: Connor Sinclair.

Connor is typical in many ways: a history major in his first-year of university, just shy of his eighteenth birthday, with a tight-knit circle of friends and a favorite café hangout.

He’s also a Hoarder (one of the bad guys).

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Fear the Harvest

Fear the Harvest

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Tracker Flash Fiction #3

Heavy rain slashed at Aubrey as she paused to take her bearings. She pulled the hood of her sodden jacket forward, shielding her face from the relentless downpour.

Of course — it’s raining. She smiled grimly, taking an odd solace in the bitter thought. Her shoulder still stung from the cuts she’d endured after squeezing through a barbed-wire fence.

A rainstorm is the perfect soundtrack to my Day From Hell.

There was no betraying sign of a Tracker, but that didn’t mean one of the soul-less killers wasn’t waiting just around the next corner. The City’s sprawling ruins offered a multitude of hiding places. Aubrey studied the broken-paned apartment across the street. She half-expected to spot the deadly glimmer of a Tracker’s scanning eye, staring hungrily down at her, but the windows were empty.

Like eye sockets in a skull. She grimaced, cursing her over-active imagination. Her hand moved to her abdomen, and she glanced down. Fear and loathing competed within her. I’ve got an Implant. The Hoarders …

It still seemed unreal. Why her? She caught herself and looked around in wide-eyed panic. Pay attention, Aubs! Don’t let your guard down!

She made a decision, stepping away from the crumbling tenement’s dubious shelter. Keep moving. She mentally repeated Sarah’s adamant advice. Don’t stand out from the crowd. Hidden in plain sight.

Water splashed over her feet as she crossed the desolate intersection, the traffic lights hanging dark and lifeless above her. She must find the other Runners — her life really did depend on it.

Keep moving. She sloshed through the ankle-deep puddles, ignoring her soggy footwear. Hidden in plain sight …

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the Runner
Diagnosis: Implant