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If you had special abilities to travel out of body, where would you go? How far could you go? What would secret organisations do with these abilities?
Tahra had a troubled childhood being different, but she always knew she was destined for something special. Her abilities manifested at a young age but when Max Richardson brings her to London to undertake psychic contracts at his research facility, her life changes irrevocably. However, her true power becomes apparent on meeting physicist, Dr Paul Eldridge, and she becomes an integral part of his ground-breaking project. What they discover challenges their understanding of the universe, yet this is only the beginning...
Written in the style of a TV series, Seven Point Eight draws together psychic powers, parallel dimensions, time travel, past lives, ancient wisdom, quantum physics, drama, romance and conspiracy in a soap opera for the soul.
Editorial Reviews
'buckle your seat belts as 'Seven Point Eight: The First Chronicle' will take you on a wild ride of universal discovery' ~ Best Chick Lit.com"Seven Point Eight has to be one of the most fascinating reads I've come by in quite a while... It's always risky to mix several genres and sub-genres but for this book, the execution was flawless... Captivating and intelligently written - definitely could appeal to fans of Star Trek, Star Wars, Dan Brown books, fans of the Jodie Foster film 'Contact' and anyone who loves X-Men" ~ Dream Reads
'Seven Point Eight has a structure like a TV show...the kind of sweeping show - Game of Thrones perhaps - which has several ongoing plot arcs...this device works well.' The Bookbag
‘Intelligent, unique and intensely detailed…quite a reading experience. Filled with deeply detailed characters, strange experiences and will leave readers asking themselves, “could this be?”’ ~ NetGalley
Read an Excerpt from Seven Point Eight: The First Chronicle
A minute later, they heard Paul’s voice over the intercom.
“We’ll be delving into unchartered territory once again. I hope you both have a nice trip.”
Sakie’s gaze drifted towards the hatch, like she had second thoughts and was itching to make a bid for freedom.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Tahra asked.
Sakie adjusted her seating position, nodded and said succinctly, “I’m fine. It’s a little scary, that’s all.”
“I won’t trigger any alarms this time, I promise.”
Yes, don’t touch anything.
Observe.
Learn.
But don’t touch.
They settled back into their respective chairs, the machine began to hum and the field threw them into the Duat. Tahra had few problems grasping Sakie’s disembodied consciousness and they exploded through the net, tumbling through a series of electrified vortexes. A sea of coloured particles fizzed around them and an alluring song sucked the two travellers from this scene, nudging them into darkness with a puff of dust. Silence engulfed them.
“Tahra!” a panicked voice said.
“I’m here, I’ve got you.”
It was impossible to discern where they were, with pure nothing as their new environment. Tahra had the awful feeling this trip would yield twenty minutes of fumbling around in deep impenetrable darkness.
“Hello?” Sakie called out.
Her voice echoed, but as Tahra listened carefully, she heard something in the distance.
“What’s that?” she whispered, unsure why she tried to avoid speaking at a normal conversational volume.
In the distance, someone was singing. More specifically, it was the evocative lullaby vocalised by a woman. It was an insanely beautiful tune, ethereal and hypnotic.
“I hear it,” Sakie whispered back. “We are clearly not alone, wherever we are.”
“I don’t know whether to call out. She might be friendly or hostile.”
“Do you think she knows we’re here?”
Immediately after the words left Sakie’s lips, the space around them began to slowly fill with illumination. They were standing in what appeared to be a church or temple. The roof arched high above their heads, supported by a series of pillars which bore lamps glowing blue. Strangely, the place had no windows so it was likely they were underground.
“It’s quite beautiful,” Sakie said, looking around in wonder.
Once they’d become accustomed to the cold blue light, Tahra pointed out several alcoves with archways.
“They look like a series of chambers or tunnels,” she commented.
She was correct in her assumption. They wandered over to the nearest alcove and instantly, a tunnel lit up, inviting them to enter. The two girls looked to each for confirmation to proceed.
“After you,” Sakie said. “You – guide.”
Tahra sighed in resignation and stepped into the tunnel, instantly bathed in pale blue and pink light. Tiny lamps were set into the tunnel walls, giving it the appearance of a fairy tale grotto entrance. Sakie followed, running her fingers along the surface of the tunnel walls.
“I can’t feel anything,” she commented.
“Remember you’re pure mind here,” Tahra said, peering closely at the walls. “Your senses don’t operate the same as on Earth.”
A series of engravings had been carved onto the tunnel walls by an unknown hand, and Tahra tried to discern what they depicted.
“This looks like a big bull,” Sakie said, pointing.
Tahra inspected the engraving and it did look a bull, but one with the body of a man. It was a huge beast…it had a name on Earth…
“A Minotaur?”
About the Author:
She would describe herself as a child of the world, still full of wonder and imagination, travelling both physically around the globe while also enjoying flights of fancy. Her interests and taste in food is eclectic, while her characters and situations remain as diverse and colourful as her life.
Some more recent highlights of her life include summer camp in St Petersburg, where she wrote and helped produce a stage show with an original story, one which will appear as a novel in the not too distant future. Travelling as a TEFL teacher has also created some unforgettable memories, such as meeting her husband on a train to Warsaw and making the subsequent return with the same enormous amount of luggage, including a sewing machine which provided some entertainment for customs on the Estonian border.
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