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    The Society
    The Society
    The Society
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    The Society

    By G. J. Winters

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    From the Publisher that brought you popular short story series Chains of Darkness, Song of Teeth, Soulyte, The Magaram Legends, Requiem for a Dream, The Night Sculptor, and Children of Time, now brings you, Children of Two Futures....

    The adventure that is unravelling the mystery...
    BEHIND THE SOCIETY

    The mysterious organization, the prime mover behind many of the world's events, has been revealed as the Society for Social Advancement.

    With time running out, Kenneth, Savannah and Unquill seek to discover the Society's true motives in the 73rd century. To do so, Unquill must come face to face with his own tragic past. Meanwhile, the mysterious man named Hinjo Junta, the man future history says will destroy the whole of humanity, makes his first appearance.

    Events are coming to a head in Children of Two Futures Book 4: The Society.

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    "...So far, they have tried to destabilize a number of areas throughout the world. They have been largely unsuccessful, thanks to you two.”

    Kenneth then remembered what it had felt like to be stuck in the quarters of a submarine doing battle. He had felt helpless. He had never really known if it all was really over until someone came into the room to tell him so. He said to Daston, “They're gearing up for war, aren't they?”

    “According to Kaloa's research into the Society, all they need is to do is to kill or capture you both, so as to limit your ability to change the future. This is what they have been trying to do ever since you left Alexandria. There was a failed abduction attempt at an airport, a failed plane hijacking, a bomb exploding in Heracleion, an attack upon your submarine. They'll try again, if they think the time is right. If they do manage to kill you, the original timeline will become the true one.

    “I fear I must tell you something now which you may not wish to hear. They will come after you, and they will keep coming after you. They won't let up for a moment until they achieve their objective. All you need to do is survive...."

    Related Titles in this Series:

    1 - The Riddle

    2 - The Underwater Factory

    3 - A Mystery Solved

    5 - The Warning

    6 - The Rebellion

    Previous Stories with Kenneth and Savannah: Children of Time Series

    1 - The Smallest Giant

    2 - The Invisible Base

    3 - The Unexpected Ally

    4 - The Discovered Plot

    5 - Mystery in Jakarta

    6 - The Seventh Day

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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSandra Ross
    Release dateSep 27, 2013
    ISBN9781301650057
    The Society
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    G. J. Winters

    G.J. Winters “fell into” writing when a well-meaning teacher of his submitted his Creative Writing assignment for publication in the school paper. The local paper picked up the article and asked G.J. for publishing rights, to which the young G.J. agreed with some hesitation, as he felt “that wasn’t one of my best writings at the time.” The reality was that this article was written when G.J. was a junior in high school.The article, which was a fictionalized version of a local myth surrounding a famous abandoned house near a swamp, was an assignment turned in as part of a mid-term exam. The teacher, Miss Mendez, thought G.J.’s writing was “exemplary” and showed “natural, raw writing talent for a person his age." The assignment called for “providing details to a local urban myth – provide background, using a local resident’s POV, and close with a vague hint of authenticity and realism."The story, entitled “The Old Mansion by the Swamp,” appeared in the high school paper as a short story, but was later serialized in the local paper in 6 parts. G.J. added more characters and even a sub-story (which later became a story of its own, “I Was Shirley Massey” – a story which centered on a member of the fictional family who resided in the Massey Mansion in the late 70s and disappeared without a trace).With the success of both of his original series, G.J. thought to venture into writing longer stories, this time with futuristic themes, as he has always been fascinated with travelling through time, future crimes, apocalyptic themes, and stories set in civilizations from the future.G.J. identifies with sci-fi writers such as Isaac Asimov (“Kept me awake through most evenings in college.”) and Margaret Peterson Haddix (“My girlfriend at the time had fits of jealousy over my fanatical tendencies towards this author.”).G.J. holds a degree in Chemistry, is an intern at the R&D division of a pharmaceutical manufacturing company, and lives with girlfriend Deidre, a magazine editor.

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      The Society - G. J. Winters

      The Society

      By GJ Winters

      Published by Publications Circulations LLC.

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      All contents copyright (C) 2014 by Publications Circulations LLC. All rights reserved. No part of this document or the related files may be reproduced or transmitted in any form, by any means (electronic, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of the publisher.

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, companies and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of either the author or the publisher.

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      Day Ten

      Chapter One

      Kenneth said, I think I want to know what's going on.

      He sat upon a comfortable wooden chair painted purple. Upon his lap sat a small white dog with curly hair that wouldn't straighten, even when Kenneth passed his hand over the dog's body. He scratched the dog's head with his index and middle fingers, careful to avoid the red lump on the dog's head that appeared as a result of an insect bite. The dog looked up at Kenneth, its pink tongue hanging out of its mouth between two sharp fangs. It had brown eyes and a red collar around its neck.

      Sunlight streamed in through several glass windows behind Kenneth. He felt the heat of the sun upon his back. Outside, the leaves of many trees rustled in the breeze. A wasp with thin, transparent wings and a long pointed tail crawled up the side of one window.

      Next to Kenneth, sitting in a large red bean bag, Savannah pushed her shoes off with her feet. She had not enjoyed the turmoil of the submarine battle, nor the waiting that had followed afterwards. She had asked the transport authority at Faro if it could be arranged for her to travel in an overland vehicle. She had given up that line of inquiry upon learning that an additional twelve hours would have been added to her travel time. Kenneth found himself watching her poking at the device implanted in her hip, just beneath the skin. Time had become a factor that neither she nor Kenneth could no longer ignore.

      They had come by plane to Berlin, then by car to a town called Odenstadt, then by horse and wagon to a mansion in the German countryside. Kenneth had not known who owned the mansion until he stepped up to the front door and saw the word Syncrate engraved upon a gold plate to the right side of the door. The mansion itself proved to be so large that Kenneth didn't know how he had not seen it from the town. It stood on top of a hill where it rose up into the sky like a white mountain. The mansion cast so much shade in every direction upon the surrounding property that weeds sprouted up amidst yellow and brown grass.

      Though the mansion did appear to cost several large fortunes, no one had bothered to build a road going to and from the property. Dirt trails surrounded the mansion, one of which Kenneth had traveled. As he approached, he saw the reason for this. A large black helicopter, one designed for military rather than for civilian use, took off from the mansion's roof. A medium-sized plane, one which must have been able to take off without the assistance of a runway, sat in the mansion's backyard. No one who lived or visited the mansion needed cars, for they all traveled by air.

      Kenneth had felt somewhat embarrassed to be arriving by a conveyance that required no blue energy source to travel. The horse had been a massive beast that in days past would have proved to be a challenge for even the hardiest of armored crusading knights. Unquill had to lift him off the wagon and place him upon the ground. More so than at any other point during his stay in the 73rd century, the wagon ride made Kenneth feel like a dwarf who did not belong.

      The interior of the mansion proved far more opulent than the exterior. Kenneth had never seen so much gold and silver concentrated in one place before. He saw life-size golden statues of people who looked like Greek gods and goddesses. Though his mother would have told him not to look at the naked forms before him, he had not found them all that interesting. Paintings in silver frames adorned the walls. They made the paintings at President Slaan's mansion seem ordinary by comparison. Piles of gold bricks lay here and there, placed for what Kenneth assumed to be a temptation for people to steal them. Yet, no one had stolen them. A layer of brown dust settled over the bricks, a sign that they had not moved or touched in quite some time. Though the rest of the mansion had been cleaned until it sparkled, the gold

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