Newsletter: Limit of Infinity Happenings 24.01.20
Sent out 24.01.2020 to 186 fans.
 24 January 2020 |
| Writer Update!Book Four is still in the works, and its working title is (still) Wayward but I have just cut the subtitle. I’m still plugging away on a thrilling side-series in The Limit of Infinity Universe! I hope to roll this series out at the end of February! This series follows a kid named Matthew Campbell who is conscripted by the Coalition to defend against an alien invasion. These different stories will be available to you, my newsletter subscribers, early on in exchange for reviews! đ I’ve got a few short story “episodes” done in this new series I’m piecing together, and I’ll be releasing three in short order as a ‘pilot’ to test the waters! And, once again, I’ll be relaunching The Limit of Infinity with remastered cover art this coming year, so I’ll be super busy doing that before I release Wayward, and rerelease my main series. If you want to get the first three books in the main series with their original covers, be sure to grab them soon! I will be taking them down for my relaunch, so the nifty retro look is going to (sadly) go away! They are all available here, or you can use the link below: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07ZH71KTBShort Story! Here’s this week’s chapter of Accolade! ACCOLADE Chapter Five âAnother hike down,â Maverick sputters after choking on some water. He leads the way as his team exits the sim complex. Maverickâs shirt clings to him because of how damp it is, and streams of sweat pour down his forehead conveniently into his eyes. He finds a nearby wall and slides himself down it into a sitting position as he catches his breath.âWell, that weather was new,â Anne Fletcher moans as she sets herself down in the grassy area between Maverick and the building which houses the sims. Twenty-seven Stalwarts all collapse between Maverick and the sim, littering the ground. Countless small puddles of sweat form around each kid as they pant, desperate for more air. Sylvia lightly lowers herself near Maverick on the wall. Offering him a slight smile, she joins him in watching the others writhe on the ground.âI always imagined the view would be so much nicer,â Sylvia starts, Maverick can tell she wants to talk about something other than the weather by the tone of her voice, and the fact that she had been frazzled all day.âMe too. Itâs too bad they made it rain on us like they did today though,â Maverick replies, deciding to let her lead the conversation where she wanted it to go. He knew that she would bring up whatever it was that was bothering her when she was good and ready. If you tried to force her into revealing anything, she was more apt to shut you out entirely.âIâm tired,â Sylvia adds, scooting close enough that her shoulder brushes up against Maverickâs. Maverick stiffens for a moment, caught off-guard, but he quickly regains his composure. After a beat, Sylvia adds, âThat rainstorm really put a hitch in things.ââYeah, almost lost Meghan in that mudslide,â Maverick points out as he lowers himself enough that Sylvia can rest her head on his shoulder comfortably. We finished several hours early, He reasons to himself, Might as well let everyone rest. Even if itâs just for a few minutes.âThat was scary, for sure,â Sylvia agrees with a nod. Seeing that Maverick had repositioned for her, she then rests her head on his shoulder. Maverick was the only person she had ever felt comfortable enough around to get this close to.âYeah,â Maverick lets out a comfortable sigh, happy the sim was over, and happy to have Sylvia by his side. This feels right, He catches himself thinking as he realizes he was pretty worn out as well. Now, if we werenât slated to be thrown to the wolves, it would be even nicer.âSoâŚâ Sylvia pauses, evidently unsure how to continue. Maverick waits and feels her temple and jaw flex on his shoulder as she thought. Sylviaâs thinking face is definitely one you couldnât forget. Her lips would pucker as her eyes would just slightly squint and eyebrows furrow. After several seconds, she cautiously continues, âWhat do you think youâll do when we are outside the walls?ââMinus stay alive?â Maverick starts, chuckling at his remark. He pauses a moment, and when Sylvia doesnât laugh, he continues in a more serious tone, âWell, I was thinking that since we wouldnât have the Warden, out there, we might have some more freedoms, so Iâd do some things Iâd wish I could do in here.ââLike what?â Sylvia asks with a yawn.âOh, I donât know, maybe find a home, love, something corny like that. What about you?â Maverick hopes Sylvia didnât catch his throwing âloveâ into the list, since she would undoubtedly ask who he liked. Some days Maverick felt certain that Sylvia had feelings for him, like he did for her, but others he really couldnât tell. Well, then again, being direct could be a solid way to tell her. Definitely more effective than skirting around it every day, Maverick thinks. He takes a steady breath and speaks up, âI was thinking I might, if you were up to it, I mightâwell⌠we might, you know⌠be a couple?âMaverick waits several moments for a response, and then realizes Sylvia must have fallen asleep while he was talking. Awe, great, there goes that attempt, Maverick thinks discouraged, he continues to himself on a brighter note, At least she missed it. That was rough. Maverick scans the wall between the compound and the outside world for several moments, taking in its razor wire, various armaments, and cracking concrete structure.This particular compound had been around since before the Inundation, it had been some type of maximum-security prison back then. Most of the prison buildings still stood, serving as who knew what. Maverick and the rest of the Stalwarts were never allowed into the old buildings, just their barracks, the mess hall, and sim building. Maverick had watched several additions get hastily thrown up on the old buildings in his short time here. The additions were truly beautiful, and they shine bright against the near noon sunlight. Their polished black exterior stands in stark contrast to the weathered and mossy concrete around it.Maverick often caught himself staring at what he could only reason was a hangar, it looks like a hangar, the only issue was its massive scale. The mouth of the hangar is easily wide enough to accommodate twenty of the Coalitionâs large gunships. Maverick didnât understand why they made such a large facility when there were only a couple small transports that came in and out every week. That being said, he wasnât about to ask the Warden any questions.Suddenly, a hovercraft shoots over the compound wall, far too fast, and too close to the wall to be any routine flight. Maverick stiffens up as he takes in its smoking port side engine, which appears to be ready to burst into flames. Small debris falls to the ground from the gunshipâs port fan and engine. Somehow the craftâs pilots manage to keep the gunshipâs flight fairly silent. This is a feat since even under normal operating conditions, they are quite loud. Maverick tries not to turn his head too much, as to not disturb Sylvia. He watches the gunship streak into the hangar, and sees the hangarâs doors silently slide shut behind it. Concerned, Maverick whispers to himself as he looks back to his group of sound sleepers, âSomething has to be up,âStay tuned for Chapter Five!No promos this week, sorry! But, …if you’d like to receive an ARC of the first episode in my new short story series, I can hook you up! (Just reply to this email and say you want to check it out! All I ask in return is for you to leave a review come launch time!)The first novella in this series is nearly through with its edits. I expect to have it done some time next week, so I will likely send an out of schedule email to all of you then with a formal invite to read and review! đ Thank you for keeping up to date with The Limit of Infinity! -Caleb Fast |
Caleb Fast is a young sci-fi writer from the Pacific Northwest! He is 22 years old and he loves writing nearly as much as he loves reading and learning new things. He also enjoys history, science, in addition to quite a few other things, and he does my best to bring those passions into his writing.
For years, Caleb has written stories that he shared with friends. He's always leaned toward writing science fiction in the countless stories that he wrote growing up, only occasionally veering away from that because of his love for all things medieval and all things related to the World Wars.
One of the earliest real books that Caleb can remember reading was A Journey to the Center of the Earth, which he read before War of the Worlds and 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. Caleb devoured these three books, and quickly learned they were all part of an amazing genre called science fiction. Thanks to the works of H.G. Wells and Jules Verne, he became a voracious science fiction reader. Now, all these books later, Caleb has gone on to publish works of my own that he hope might inspire another kid to get hooked on this amazing genre.
