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November Seed
November Seed
November Seed
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November Seed

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In less than 24 hours, Phragmites will release their seed to the world, carrying the contagion with it.
Fast-paced scifi techno-thriller novella reads like it could happen today.

Every November, in the northeast, when the air is crisp and strong gusts sweep against a quilted sky, Phragmites will jettison their seed in one spectacular and wondrous event that can easily be mistaken for the first snow flurries of the season. But their legions are on the move, quietly increasing their ranks.

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PublisherDavid Nadas
Release dateNov 8, 2014
November Seed
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David Nadas

David Nadas began his profession as a marine biologist studying biological systems with a focus on marine algae (seaweed). It was at Mystic Marinelife Aquarium in Connecticut, while tasked to search through reams of paper filings and determine the patterns of food consumption of one of their Alaskan fur seals named, number 2 (aka, the daemon), David realized the impact computer technology would have on the world to automate and streamline this task and every task like it. David returned to postgraduate training in computer programming and system network engineering, where he later forged an impressive career in Information Technology in New York City. Having been a voracious reader, David stopped reading one day, disappointed in how the last several authors ended their stories. He made a promise to himself that he would never read another book until he published one with a killer ending. His debut novella, November Seed, was a page-turner and lived up to that promise. You can find out more about David and what he is working on by visiting www.davidnadas.com.

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    November Seed - David Nadas

    NOVEMBER SEED

    David Nadas

    November Seed

    Copyright © 2014 by David Nadas

    The right of David Nadas to be identified as author of this Work has been asserted by him in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

    All rights reserved. Except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in retrieval systems, copied in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise transmitted, without written permission from the author. You must not circulate this book in any format.

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

    Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

    Cover design by David Nadas, cover art commissioned by Byron Remple - the King of Zombie Art.

    Find out more about the author and upcoming books online at www.davidnadas.com

    I want to thank my editor and dear friend, Diana Singer, for being a wonderful inspiration and muse; for without her encouragement this story would not have been told.

    A special thanks goes out to Kyle Pollard and the team at Offworlders.com for their trust and support of my work and for allowing me contributing access to their site, where this story began.

    Most importantly, to my wife Meredith, who inspires me each and every day.

    OTHER BOOKS AVAILABLE:

    From Europa With Love: Shuttle Captain Kulcin Black follows a distress signal back to Europa but there is no one there to pick up.  However, he is not returning alone.

    TO SEE WHAT DAVID IS WORKING ON:

    Visit  www.davidnadas.com

    David is a contributing writer on www.OffWorlders.com, www.Wattpad.com, www.Smashwords.com, www.scribed.com.  You can also follow his posts on G+

    Phragmites : (Phrag - my - tease):

    Every November, in the northeastern part of the US, when the air is crisp and strong gusts sweep against a quilted sky, Phragmites will jettison their seed in one spectacular and wondrous event that can easily be mistaken for the first snow flurries of the season. But their legions are on the move, quietly increasing their ranks.

    Everything must go somewhere - no matter what you do, and no matter what you use, it has to go somewhere. For example, when you burn wood, it doesn't disappear, it turns into smoke which rises into the air, and ash, which falls back down to the earth.

    The 2nd of  Four Laws of Ecology, formulated by physicist and ecologist, Barry Commoner.

    Part One: Ocean City

    Chapter One

    Shit! Matt said, keeping his voice low as he reached blindly into the dark, his fingers bumping along the nightstand until he found the vibrating phone.   He held it up at arm's length to see who was calling, but all he could make out was Restricted and a number he did not recognize.  He pressed the hang-up icon and placed the phone back on the nightstand, face down, then slid back under the covers.

    Seconds later the phone began to vibrate so he pushed himself up against the headboard and reached for the phone, this time the caller ID indicated NJFG.  The office.  He swiped the screen and it cast a dim light over the bed, someone at the far end was speaking loudly.  He fumbled to lower the volume but couldn't, so he turned away from his wife in hopes of not waking her and brought the phone tight against his ear.

    Matt... Matt! Are you there? I need—

    Whoa! Matt cut in, while trying to rub the haze from his eyes.  Derick? Is that you? now recognizing the voice.

    Of course it's me! Who else would I be?

    What time is it?

    I don't know! Derick responded, seemingly annoyed by the question.  That's not important right now.

    Laurie, Matt's wife, began to stir at his side. She was half asleep with her cheek buried into the pillow, her muffled voice sounding like the vocal fry of so many young girls these days. Who is that?

    Matt pushed the phone into his lap to mute Derick's frantic voice. It's Jake. From State Farm.

    With a faint muffled laugh, You're such an asshole, she said to her husband.  It's Derick, isn't it?

    Yeah... It's Derick.

    She turned on her side to face him.  Is he okay?

    He's frantic... I don't know.... why don't you try and go back to sleep. and he returned the phone to his ear, Derick! he whispered, I haven't been listening to a word you said... slow down. He swung his legs over the side of the bed where the crisp November air was dense at his feet. Laurie liked to sleep with the window raised, but always on his side of the bed—the murderer's side as she called it—the side closest to the door.  If he wasn't fully awake before, he was now; it was freezing in the room as he pulled the duvet cover up along his shoulders, squinting at his phone, finally able to see the time.

    It's three in the morning Derick! This can't wait a few hours?

    Matt, you need to get to the President of the United States! Derick shouted from the far end.

    Laurie was half listening and could hear Derick's voice bleeding out into the room.  She rose up onto her elbows. Is it really three?

    Matt pushed the phone back into his lap. Yes it is, but go back to sleep. I promise, if it's important, I'll wake you. Somewhat content, Laurie sank back beneath the covers with only a tuft of blond hair poking out.

    Derick! Derick! Matt's harsh whisper silencing him for the moment. You woke Laurie.

    Tell her I'm sorry, he offered,  but you need to get to the President, Matt,  we don't have much time. I checked the weather and... Matt could here the rustling of papers through the phone , we have a day... two at best... it might already be too late.

    Too late for what? What are you talking about? I don't think being a field manager qualifies me to get in touch with the President of the United States, Derick. Then a thought came to him and he had to ask, Are you stoned?

    Matt! The Phragmites! Derick shouted through the phone; the line and everything in the moment went silent.

    Oh Christ, Matt yawned. "You

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