Monday, June 6, 2016
The Know Preservation by Ed Kurst Blog Tour
Welcome to another exciting tour with Novel Publicity. This time with Author Ed Kurst and his first novel, The Know Preservation! As usual, we've got great bloggers joining us with reviews, guest posts and interviews as well as unique prizes like a Kindle Paperwhite, and pen set!
As part of our launch week celebrations, The Know: Preservation is on sale for only 99¢! Get it before the end of the week!
CHAPTER 3: THE GREAT MIGRATIONAm I dead? I couldn’t hear, touch, move. Bodiless, my consciousness careened down a corridor of utter blackness. Yet there was something there, something my mind was connected to in a way that had never happened before. Falling into this endless spinning void, I began to thrash around in a panic. At the same time, my heart raced in exhilaration and anticipation. I slowed and then paused in the uncertain darkness. It was as if I was standing on tiptoe at the edge of the Grand Canyon in the dead of night, arms spread wide, waiting for the whipping winds to lift me into flight or potentially cast me into oblivion. All that separated me from familiar reality was a transparent black membrane. Beyond, tall grasses waved on a moonlit plain, eventually breaking against thickening scrub brush and a forested area. I pressed my consciousness against the fragile boundary and pushed through. On the edge of the forest, primitive humans spoke in low, guttural voices. I was drawn inexorably to the eldest at the gathering and entered her mind. I was still myself but also simultaneously viewed, felt, and watched from within her at this gathering. Her present, her experiences, her thoughts were now mine. Immediately sensing my presence, she pushed me gently but firmly to a mental arm’s length and silently commanded, ‘Traveler, observe.’
CHAPTER 4: THE PILGRIMAGEFor the twentieth time in a hundred years, Maddie Alkira made the pilgrimage. The day was blast-furnace hot, temperatures soaring higher than any in recorded history, a strange harbinger for the coming end of the world. She stopped her slow trudge up the narrow rock outcropping and leaned heavily on a tall walking stick. The heat rolling off the cliff face was palpable, making it difficult for her to catch her breath. Her back pressed against the cliff face, only a foot away from the precipice, she squinted against the midday sun. The enigmatic depths of her blue-black eyes betrayed strength of will and Knowledge not seen in a thousand generations. As far as the eye could see was a rust-and-brown landscape broken only very sparsely by a few rugged and twisted bushes. Harshness and desolation—this was her life and heritage. The isolation of Australia, the land of her ancestors, had served her people’s mission well. She grasped her staff even tighter, seemingly trying to draw strength from the tens of generations that had used it before her. Thousands of generations had walked this same path. She completed the last hundred steps of her trek, the trail dead-ending halfway up the mesa. It had been five years since Maddie had last been here. She carefully examined the rugged rock surface in front of her and shuffled within an inch of the sheer edge. At full arm’s length over the precipice, she pressed an indentation, and a stone doorway slid open. Maddie took a single long step, as if about to walk off the edge, and vanished—the opening closing behind her.