Aurora Resonant: The Complete Collection (Amaranthe Collections Book 3)

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by G. S. Jennsen


  “Are you positive?”

  “Oh, yes.” She peered past him to the glade beyond the tree. “Do you suppose Akeso will mind if we build a cabin here?”

  His eyes unfocused briefly. “It’s somewhat dubious about the usefulness of this oddity called ‘shelter,’ but it has no objections.”

  “You don’t need to…?”

  “Physically interact with Akeso to speak to it? No.” He touched his palm to his chest. “It’s in here now. Part of me.”

  “Are you okay with that?”

  “Absolutely. Are you?”

  She chuckled and nuzzled his nose. “You were always such a nature boy, anyway. Of course I am.”

  “Good. I suspect it will prove to be a far better companion than the diati.” He propped up on an elbow and pointed. “Over there, you think?”

  “Sure. Or a bit more to the right, closer to the water?”

  “Because you like the water. Hey, speaking of water, this isn’t the beach.”

  “We’ll get there. Next week, maybe.”

  “Whenever you want.” He reached over and wound his hand into her hair as his voice dropped to a deep, lilting tenor. “What do we do now?”

  In this new world, where he was alive and so was she? He’d said it himself—anything was possible. Everything was possible. “We write the second story of our lives. Together.”

  CODA

  “What’s past is prologue”

  — William Shakespeare

  THE STORY OF AURORA HAS COME TO AN END,

  BUT THE STORY OF AMARANTHE IS JUST BEGINNING

  BOOK 1

  EXIN EX MACHINA

  COMING IN 2018

  READ ON FOR THE BLURB AND AN EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT FROM EXIN EX MACHINA

  ***

  When man and machine are one and the same, there are many crimes but only one sin: psyche-wipe. The secrets it has buried could lead to a civilization's salvation, or to its doom.

  The Asterion Dominion is at peace with its neighbors and itself. Its citizens enjoy great freedoms and all the luxuries their biosynthetic minds can imagine, design and create. But beneath the idyllic veneer, something is going wrong. People are going wrong, driven to commit inexplicable crimes without motive or purpose. And once imprisoned for those crimes, they simply vanish.

  Psyche-wiped and dumped in an alley 5 years ago, awakened into a culture where ancestral memories stretch back for millennia, Nika Tescarav's past is a blank canvas. But if whoever erased her did so in the hope of silencing her, they should have tried harder.

  Someone must speak for the lost.

  Someone must uncover how and why they became lost.

  Someone must find the lost.

  Nika is that someone.

  ASTERION NOIR

  700,000 years ago, the Asterions fled persecution for their pro-synthetic beliefs. In the safe harbor of a distant galaxy, they have evolved into a true biosynthetic race and built a thriving society upon the pillars of personal autonomy, mutual respect and boundless innovation.

  Now that society is fracturing at the seams. Beneath lies built upon lies, the shocking truth as to why threatens the future of not merely the Asterions, but all life in the universe.

  Cyberpunk and space opera collide in a thrilling new trilogy from the author of the epic Aurora Rhapsody space opera saga. Enter a world of technological wonders, exotic alien life, enthralling characters, captivating worlds—and a terrifying evil lurking in the void that will shatter it all.

  ***

  EXIN EX MACHINA

  GENERATION: KYR

  INPUT DESIRED DESIGNATION: __

  Raindrops splattered on the pebbled surface beneath her cheek. One, two, three-four-five they splashed, bounced and rebounded into her face.

  GENERATION: KYR

  INPUT DESIRED DESIGNATION: __

  The input cursor flashed across her vision, blurring and wobbling to mix with the rain. What did it want from her? Who she was?

  No, that wasn’t quite right. The blinking cursor told her she was no one. Nothing. It asked who she intended to be.

  Generation: kyr. Cardinal. First. New. Tabula rasa.

  She splayed trembling fingers upon the surface beneath her—a street. She recognized its nature because, without thinking about it, she knew many things. Words. Names for objects. How those objects worked. History…but not her own. Behind the blinking cursor a universe of knowledge waited, prepackaged, catalogued and ready to serve her. Everything in the world except who she was. Had been. Could be.

  Her eyes rose to focus on the visual plane stretching out from her, centimeters above the street. Shimmering lights in the darkness. Shadows of buildings swallowed by deeper, darker shadows. From here to the indistinct horizon, raindrops splattering plink-plink-plink.

  Who began life sprawled face-first on a street in a rainstorm in the middle of the night?

  The answer returned as null. Some before had led to her awakening in this situation now. Kyr was a lie, for this was not the beginning. Something had preceded kyr to bring her to this moment. But when she sought an answer in her mind, she found only emptiness. A blank slate. Tabula rasa.

  GENERATION: KYR

  INPUT DESIRED DESIGNATION: __

  Desired? She desired the name that went with before. She desired data to fill the emptiness—

  Murmured voices flowed into the gaps between the splatter of the raindrops, accompanied by harsh clack-clack-clacks. A shadow loomed over her, and the rain stopped. She looked up.

  A woman with long ginger hair, bright blueberry eyes and a freckled nose crouched beside her. Above the woman a translucent leaf sheltered them both from the rain. “What’s wrong? Do you need help?”

  She forced her throat to move, followed by her tongue, then her lips. “I….”

  The woman glanced past her to something in the distance. “Joaquim, get over here!”

  A new shadow dimmed the darkness further and brought with it a deeper, gravely voice. “She’s functioning?”

  Did her sorry state qualify as functioning? A nod from the woman proclaimed it did.

  “Can you sit up?” The deep voice drew closer until it overpowered the rhythm of the rain. “We’re going to scoot you back onto the sidewalk and against the alley wall, okay?”

  The alley wall? Had her sordid awakening not even merited a proper avenue as its setting?

  Strong hands grasped her shoulders and lifted. She belatedly tried to help, but it made scant difference. A second later a hard surface met her back, and she was sitting upright. Two visages hovered in front of her to study her in concern—one open and expressive, the other guarded and cautious.

  She moved facial muscles that felt foreign, as if they’d been sloppily glued to the bones beneath them, into something like a smile. “Thank you.”

  “Of course.” The woman continued to scrutinize her. “Are you hurt? Do you need repairs?”

  Carefully she shook her head, relieved when it didn’t tumble off its perch. “No, I’m not damaged. I’m ky—”

  “Kyr. Yeah, we figured that part out.” The man’s mouth rose on one side as if amused, yet the rest of his expression insisted it didn’t do amusement. “Bit of a rough transition, eh?”

  “A rough transition is forgetting where you’re supposed to sleep for the first few days. Something went wrong for her.” The woman flashed her an apologetic smile buoyant enough to bring color and brio to the washed-out world. “Sorry. I’m sure you’ll be fine. Do you want to come with us? We can offer you a roof, a shower and something to eat, if not much else.”

  The faint traces of levity vanished from the man’s face. “I don’t—”

  “Shush, Jo. She’s in no condition to be a threat to us.” The woman’s warm, comforting smile returned. “Please, come with us.”

  She nodded mutely. Notions such as showers and food sounded luxurious beyond imagination, not to mention mere dryness. All this blank slate had known of life thus far was the hypnotic but terribly wet splatt
er of rain.

  “Let’s get you up. It’s not far.” The man took one of her arms, and she climbed to her feet mostly under her own power. Sloppily glued into place or not, it seemed her muscles recognized their function. It was a start.

  The woman touched her shoulder in approval, or perhaps to provide a steadying hand. “I’m Perrin. This is Joaquim. What are you going to call yourself? Do you know?”

  Know? What did she know? She knew emptiness. A void where there should be data. Wherever her eyes looked, the cursor followed with its incessant wobbly blurred blinking. Taunting her, judging her. Who are you? Who do you intend to be?

  GENERATION: KYR

  INPUT DESIRED DESIGNATION: __

  Her lips moved of their own accord, acting at the behest of something beyond her conscious perception.

  “Nika. You can call me Nika.”

  ***

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  APPENDIX

  AUTHOR'S NOTE

  Wow. What an incredible journey this has been: nine novels, seven short stories and over 1.1 million words to tell the story of Aurora Rhapsody. Thank you all so much for joining me on this journey and for making every moment of it more enjoyable. Thank you for investing your hard-earned money in these books so that I could invest all my time in writing them. There’s no way to properly thank you for that support, but I’ll keep trying, anyway.

  As one chapter closes, of course another one opens. In the grand scheme, this is but the beginning. To hear more about Asterion Noir and Amaranthe’s future, subscribe to my newsletter.

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  Lastly, I love hearing from my readers. Just like I don’t have a publisher or an agent, I don’t have “fans.” I have readers who buy and read my books, and friends who do that then reach out to me through email or social media. The beauty of independent publishing is its simplicity: there’s the writer and the readers. Without any overhead, I can find out what I’m doing right and wrong directly from you, which is invaluable in making the next book better than this one. And the one after that. And the twenty after that.

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  G. S. JENNSEN lives in Colorado with her husband and two dogs. Requiem is her ninth novel, all published by her imprint, Hypernova Publishing. She has become an internationally bestselling author since her first novel, Starshine, was published in March 2014. She has chosen to continue writing under an independent publishing model to ensure the integrity of the Aurora Rhapsody series and her ability to execute on the vision she’s had for it since its genesis.

  While she has been a lawyer, a software engineer and an editor, she’s found the life of a full-time author preferable by several orders of magnitude.

  When she isn’t writing, she’s gaming or working out or getting lost in the Colorado mountains that loom large outside the windows in her home. Or she’s dealing with a flooded basement, or standing in a line at Walmart reading the tabloid headlines and wondering who all of those people are. Or sitting on her back porch with a glass of wine, looking up at the stars, trying to figure out what could be up there.

  Title Page

  Aurora Rhapsody

  Contents Reference

  OVERTURE

  Maps

  Dramatis Personae

  Aurora Rising/Renegades Synopses

  AURORA RESONANT

  Re/Genesis

  Relativity

  Rubicon

  Requiem

  CODA

  Asterion Noir

  APPENDIX

  Author’s Note

  About the Author

  Table of Contents

  CONTENTS

  OVERTURE

  View the Amaranthe and Aurora Maps Online

  View the Dramatis and Alienorum Personae Online

  ANADEN DYNASTIES

  THE STORY SO FAR

  AURORA RESONANT

  RE/GENESIS

  AMARANTHE

  RELATIVITY

  CONTENTS

  PART I:

  THE DZHVAR DESCENDED UPON THEM like the shadow of an eclipse.

  AMARANTHE

  1

  2

  3

  4

  5

  6

  PART II:

  AURORA

  7

  8

  AMARANTHE

  9

  10

  11

  12

  AURORA

  13

  14

  PART III:

  AMARANTHE

  15

  16

  17

  18

  AURORA

  19

  20

  AMARANTHE

  21

  22

  23

  AURORA

  24

  25

  AMARANTHE

  26

  PART IV:

  AMARANTHE

  27

  AURORA

  28

  29

  30

  AMARANTHE

  31

  32

  33

  PART V:

  AURORA

  34

  35

  36

  AMARANTHE

  37

  38

  39

  AURORA

  40

  41

  PART VI:

  AMARANTHE

  42

  43

  44

  45

  AURORA

  46

  47

  AMARANTHE

  48

  49

  PART VII:

  AURORA

  50

  51

  AMARANTHE

  52

  53

  54

  55

  56

  57

  AURORA

  58

  59

  PART VIII:

  AMARANTHE

  60

  61

  62

  63

  64

  65

  66

  67

  68

  RUBICON

  CONTENTS

  AMARANTHE

  PART I:

  1

  2

  3

  4

  5

  PART II:

  6

  7

  8

  9

  10

  11

  PART III:

  12

  13

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  15

  16

  17

  18

  PART IV:

  19

  20

  21

  22

  23

  24

  25

  26

  PART V:

  27

  28

  29

  30

  31

  32

  33

  34

  PART VI:

  35

  36

  37

  38

  39

  40

  41

  42

  43

  44

  PART VII:

  45

  46

  47

  48

  49

  50

  51

  52

  53

  54

  55

  PART VIII:

  56

  57

  58

  59

  60

  61

  62

  REQUIEM

  CONTENTS

  AMARANTHE

  PART I:

  1

  2

  3

  4

  5

  6

  7

  PART II:

  8

  9

  10

  11

  12

  13

  14

  15

  PART III:

  16

  17

  18

  19

  20

  21

  22

  PART IV:

  23

  24

  25

  26

  27

  28

  29

  30

  PART V:

  31

  32

  33

  34

  35

  36

  37

  PART VI:

  38

  39

  40

  41

  42

  43

  44

  45

  46

  47

  PART VII:

  48

  49

  50

  51

  52

  53

  54

  CODA:

  EARTH

  CODA

  “What’s past is prologue”

  EXIN EX MACHINA

  APPENDIX

  AUTHOR'S NOTE

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

 

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