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Welcome to Eterna

by Mark Evanshen

564 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #02-1126; ISBN 1-55395-411-4; US$39.50, C$45.95, EUR32.50, £23.00

Join Feyos Rand and his friends on an epic tour through their shared dreamworld known as ETERNA in this three book trilogy.

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About the Book

WELCOME TO ETERNA is a captivating story of an intriguing character- Mr. Feyos Rand. He's recently been making contact with a new and strange psychic universe that even he doesn't yet fully understand. Filled with adventure, plot twists, and flashbacks, this book is guaranteed to raise laughs, smiles, and perhaps even cause spontaneous disappearances, thrusting the reader into the exciting world of H-drugs, V-lenses, and Metabugs.
So watch out...Eterna is coming and you're next...
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About the Author

Mark Evanshen enjoys playing guitar, cooking, and going for long walks. When not writing a new novel or making music, you'll find him relaxing with eyes closed and drink in hand, dreaming up new plots and characters for his Eterna Book series.

Sample Excerpts

INTRODUCTION

Ghostmatrix
Eterna
Illuminati House
1.2-667

     "Hello everybody how are we all doing today"
     The congregation seemed in "good" spirits. Hammond, Black, and a host of other Illuminati House agents were seated around a great maple lacquered boardroom table.
     The men nodded in unison.
     "As you all know, we have a culprit to take care of."
     There was a gruff rumble from one of the agents - it was special operations officer Edward Conroy.
     "That boy's not as stupid as we think he is you know."
     "SILENCE!"
     The sound resounded through the room.
     Brightman waved his laser pen in one hand.
     "Listen to me. We know the perpetrator, a certain Mr. Feyos Rand, left Free Madrigal Zone at 60 by 90, which points to a Nymphland dream-circuit opened at 1.2-9-11. We have no other objective but to launch offensive commencing immediately, as of this hour. Will anyone present, pose information against or regarding said objective?"
     "I will sir", said Conroy.
     "Yes, go ahead"
     "A certain First Officer Rui Zantoa was arrested in an I-TV temple near the Catacomb as of 24.00 yesterday sir."
     "We only identify this character..."
     Brightman pointed with his bright red laser pen to a blow-up, artist's rendition, of Feyos projected to the V-screen at the head of the room.
     "...as our current suspect. We'll deal with Rui when we have time."
     "But Sir..."
     "Agent Conroy, I suggest you remain silent for I do have something important to explain here."
     Brightman was smug.
     "Yes Sir"
     "This is turning into the largest manhunt Ghostcommand has ever embarked upon. And, frankly, it's starting to piss me off. I am getting tired, but I have in no way lessened my disgust for his presence in the Grid. We must rid ourselves of this thorn before his foiled plans dig deeper into the side of the Ghost."
     Everyone in the room was silent. The agents almost looked almost as if their faces were made of plastic. Most did not display facial or mental reactions.
     "Now, is that fully and completely clear?"
     Everyone in attendance nodded their heads.
     "Before you're all relieved I'd like to go over something"
     The men grew uncomfortable, some had begun to shift in their seats.
     "We shall not ever let this man go. He is too important for the cause. The power of the Crystal may have overwhelmed him. The newest intel points to a delivery coordinate in Nymphland and that we may have no chance in sealing the portal. We all know how important this is to all of us. Am I clear?"
     The men did not answer. Brightman spoke again.
     "I am saying this for the last time - FIND RAND!"
     He raised his head to the air, and shouted the lines. When he did so, they all filed out.

FLASH!

     "Hello everybody, it's me..."
     Feyos, dressed in SIM-suit, was sitting in a lofty angelic zone. He had complete control over the entire environment via V-lens.
     "I'm hiding out, I know they'll never find me. I'm sure of it. I've got enough energy to hold together for a long, long time. I'm not worried. I don't need to depend on anyone. So what if they do try to find me. It's not like it really matters anyway. That's why I'm stuck here. I'm in my little zone talking through my dictaphone, and you know how it is. It's not easy when you gotta be me. I'm stuck in here and that's about it.

     *ReadContinue>

     I think I'll program a Sleek-Wing and tons of supplies because I want to visit planets and see everything and explore this huge vast, realm. There's really no telling how far I could go.
     So you gotta strap your shoes on and ride through the oblivion.

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