Reclaimed
(Sprache: Englisch)
Wickedly smart, devious as hell, and lightning fast. -Jonathan Maberry, New York Times bestselling author
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Wickedly smart, devious as hell, and lightning fast. -Jonathan Maberry, New York Times bestselling author A suspenseful and disturbing sci-fi thriller about the interweaving nature of trauma, memory, and identity. Peter Clines, New York Times bestselling author
In this claustrophobic science fiction thriller, a woman begins to doubt her own sanity and reality itself when she undergoes a dangerous experiment.
The Ganymede facility is a fresh start. At least that's what Senna tells herself when she arrives to take part in a cutting-edge scientific treatment in which participants have traumatic memories erased.
And Senna has reasons for wanting to escape her past.
But almost as soon as the treatment begins, Senna finds more than just her traumatic memories disappearing. She hardly recognizes her new life or herself. Even though the cure might justify the side effects of the process, Senna knows that something isn't right. As the side effects worsen, she will need to band together with the other participants to unravel the mystery of her present and save her future.
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1More than anything else Senna remembered the bitter silence. At some point during the night, everyone around her on the ship stopped breathing. The soft, human sounds of sleep had mixed with the reverberation of space outside the passenger craft, a lullaby of organic white noise that helped her drift to sleep, but once it was gone, the absence was far louder. Unmistakable.
It was like how she imagined the dead of winter, still and adrift, though Senna had never experienced a true winter herself. Her entire life had been lived in outer space and, more than that, in almost total confinement.
She had taken a pill and gone to sleep surrounded by life, then woke among the dead. Senna had rolled over, tossing restlessly, and felt her hand brush something cold and almost rubbery on the sleeping mat next to hers. Startled by the sensation, she jerked awake, and under the reddish glow of the emergency lights above, she found herself staring down into the open, glazed eyes of her best friend, Mina. The blood trickling from between Mina's full lips was as crimson as the emergency lights blinking overhead.
Senna gasped, and it was the only sound in the entire ship.
Oh my God. They're all dead.
"You can't leave me," she whispered to Mina. The fear made her tremble; the shock made her grab Mina by the shoulders and shake. Her bones were thin and birdlike, and her head swiveled back and forth as Senna tried to rouse her. Nothing.
A door opened across the room, and Senna whirled to face it, torn between the sudden knowledge that she was alone and now the worse fear that she wasn't, that whoever was responsible for all this death was still alive and with her. That she was next.
"Senna," she heard him say. "I didn't know you were awake."
Why was she the only one left alive? And why wasn't he surprised by it? She
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didn't know what to say. What could she say?
They're all dead, every last one of them, except for you and me.
"Hello? Lady? Earth to blondie."
She blinked, hard, gazing around not at the interior of a doomed passenger craft, but at an impatient barista glaring down into her face. Grabbing her chest, Senna nodded and waved at him, but the memory took its time fading away. One year ago. It still felt like she was living inside that moment, crushed on all sides by it.
I didn't know you were awake, Preece had said. To her, it still felt like she was deep, deep asleep. Dragged under.
"S-Sorry," Senna stammered. She hadn't been outside Marin's apartment in weeks. The neon haze of Tokyo Bliss Station hurt her eyes. A halo lingered around the barista's head, the self-driving coffee cart lit with an amber glow. "How much is it?"
"Ten for the drink," the barista replied. He was tall and thin, tattooed from the collar of his shirt and apron to his mouth. A series of scrollwork arrows pointed to the ring glinting in his lip. "Three for the cup."
Senna frowned up at him. "Three? Really?"
Rolling his eyes, he shrugged and handed her the mottled brown cup, frothy yellow liquid steaming inside. "Fine, no charge for the cup. Bring something reusable next time, okay? Anything else I can get you?"
Senna stared down into the drink, the familiar color and smell threatening to bring another wave of painful nostalgia.
Anything else, she mused. A new brain? A tranquilizer?
"No," Senna told the young man. "No, I'm . . . That's all."
"Just remember the cup thing," he muttered, tapping the scanner on the coffee cart counter, waiting for Senna to hold up her wrist and flash the VIT monitor that ought to be there. But Senna still didn't have one. The barista noticed, the specter of his shaved-off brows looming low over his eyes.
"She will." Marin to the rescue. "She'll remember f
They're all dead, every last one of them, except for you and me.
"Hello? Lady? Earth to blondie."
She blinked, hard, gazing around not at the interior of a doomed passenger craft, but at an impatient barista glaring down into her face. Grabbing her chest, Senna nodded and waved at him, but the memory took its time fading away. One year ago. It still felt like she was living inside that moment, crushed on all sides by it.
I didn't know you were awake, Preece had said. To her, it still felt like she was deep, deep asleep. Dragged under.
"S-Sorry," Senna stammered. She hadn't been outside Marin's apartment in weeks. The neon haze of Tokyo Bliss Station hurt her eyes. A halo lingered around the barista's head, the self-driving coffee cart lit with an amber glow. "How much is it?"
"Ten for the drink," the barista replied. He was tall and thin, tattooed from the collar of his shirt and apron to his mouth. A series of scrollwork arrows pointed to the ring glinting in his lip. "Three for the cup."
Senna frowned up at him. "Three? Really?"
Rolling his eyes, he shrugged and handed her the mottled brown cup, frothy yellow liquid steaming inside. "Fine, no charge for the cup. Bring something reusable next time, okay? Anything else I can get you?"
Senna stared down into the drink, the familiar color and smell threatening to bring another wave of painful nostalgia.
Anything else, she mused. A new brain? A tranquilizer?
"No," Senna told the young man. "No, I'm . . . That's all."
"Just remember the cup thing," he muttered, tapping the scanner on the coffee cart counter, waiting for Senna to hold up her wrist and flash the VIT monitor that ought to be there. But Senna still didn't have one. The barista noticed, the specter of his shaved-off brows looming low over his eyes.
"She will." Marin to the rescue. "She'll remember f
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Autoren-Porträt von Madeleine Roux
Madeleine Roux is the New York Times bestselling author of the Asylum series, which has sold in eleven countries worldwide and whose first book was named a Kids' Indie Next List pick. She is also the author of the House of Furies series and has made contributions to Star Wars, World of Warcraft, Scary Out There and Don't Turn Out the Lights. A graduate of the Beloit College writing program, Madeleine now lives with her beloved dog in Seattle, Washington.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Madeleine Roux
- 2021, 320 Seiten, Maße: 13,7 x 20,8 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: ACE
- ISBN-10: 0451491858
- ISBN-13: 9780451491855
- Erscheinungsdatum: 02.09.2021
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Wickedly smart, devious as hell, and lightning fast. Highly recommended. -Jonathan Maberry, New York Times bestselling author of Relentless and V-Wars A suspenseful and disturbing sci-fi thriller about the interweaving nature of trauma, memory, and identity. This is what speculative fiction is all about! Reclaimed is one of those fantastic stories that makes you ask what if ? I devoured every chapter. Peter Clines, New York Times bestselling author of Terminus and The Fold
Absolutely stunning. Madeleine Roux is the best SF writer working today. Adam Christopher, author of Stranger Things: Darkness on the Edge of Town
"A swift, entertaining read. . . . Roux s easy-going prose, fairly rigorous speculations, and engaging cast conspire to deliver some spooky SF that proves some tropes are eternal." Locus
"Reclaimed is a brilliantly plotted science fiction story with an exhilarating take on classic sci-fi tropes and majorly creepy psychological horror elements. It features a strong cast of diverse characters you ll be praying will survive and a nail-biting suspenseful atmosphere that keeps the reader frantically turning the page." The Nerd Daily
In Reclaimed Roux s angular prose and vivid protagonists lure you down the echoing hallways of station Ganymede . . . to turn the next page and the next and the next . Jordan Shiveley, Hot Singles in Your Area
Praise for Salvaged
"A breathless, claustrophobic twist on the SF thriller. . . . This is the Alien we need right now."--Christopher Golden, New York Times bestselling author of Ararat and The Pandora Room
"Salvaged is riveting and brutal, a study in scars. The masterful writing and bittersweet beauty of these characters will haunt you long after you finish reading."--Ann Aguirre, New York Times bestselling author of the Razorland trilogy
"Elegant and inevitable, this is the prose equivalent of playing a survival horror game. Each piece feeds perfectly into
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the next. Beautifully written."--Seanan McGuire, New York Times bestselling author of Middlegame
"This entertaining, deeply disturbing and clever story hits all the right notes for those who like a little horror with their SF."--Publishers Weekly (starred review)
"This entertaining, deeply disturbing and clever story hits all the right notes for those who like a little horror with their SF."--Publishers Weekly (starred review)
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