Riven
By Tyler H. Jolley and Sherry D. Ficklin
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Two journeys. One inescapable outcome. No time to lose.
What should be a routine mission leaves Ethan with a serious problem. He's fractured—a break between mind and body that leaves him at the mercy of his Rifter abilities, which are quickly tearing him apart. He will have to trust the only person who might know how to fix him, a mysterious Rifter named Stewart Stills, who seems to have a special connection with the time stream.
Forced to face his dark past and a decision he may never forgive himself for, he will be trained unlike any of the others, to become a true guardian for time. If he accepts, it will mean leaving everyone he loves behind. If he refuses, time itself could unravel. After a glimpse of the dark future awaiting them all, he will have to choose between destiny and desire. Will he rise up and take his place as a defender of the natural order, or will he watch as all of time burns at the hands of the girl he loves?
Welcome to the time war.
Tyler H. Jolley
As a kid, Tyler H. Jolley always had a knack for storytelling. When he grew bored of old fables, he created his own exciting and unique worlds. Many years later, he still had so many new ideas and stories swirling in his head, but with nowhere to share it. That’s when he put his pencil to paper and let the creative juices flow. His breakthrough novel, EXTRACTED, came out in 2013 and swiftly became an Amazon Best Seller and Spencer Hill Press Best Seller. Since then, Tyler has been busy publishing over a dozen books. He reexamined the publishing process and created an efficient way to get his countless ideas into print. Tyler definitely didn’t like to work alone, so he restructured his writing methods into a team approach. When he’s not writing, you can find him at his orthodontic practice, mountain biking, or on the hunt for the perfect doughnut. Twitter: @Docjolley Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/tyler.jolley.319/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/tylerhjolley/
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Riven - Tyler H. Jolley
Riven
The Lost Imperials Book Three
Tyler Jolley and Sherry D. Ficklin
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Riven
Copyright ©2015 Tyler H. Jolley and Sherry D. Ficklin
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ISBN: 978-1-63422-051-4
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Giant cogs and gears rotate
as no key does turn
Metal hearts are ticking clocks
no blood of man runs thick
Ticking clocks pound
loud and true do eardrums hear
Coal fuels and steam spews
mechanical limbs bending quick
Steam fills the atmosphere
bellowing smog obscures the night
Fueling bronze ships skyward
Climbing on flapping wings
Ships as towering titans
greasy hands cannot reach
Belly of the beast explodes
and rains metal through time.
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Acknowledgements
About the Authors
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Catherine leans calmly against the edge of the workbench. Tesla’s lab is a mess, but she’s confident she’s finally worked out all the kinks. Beside her, Nurse puffs along, his face completely obscured by the brass and leather mask allowing the creature to breathe. He wheezes, and it sounds like a dry cough. Catherine drops the screwdriver on the tray beside her and holds up the finished device. In the corner of the room, Tesla’s projection watches with hollow eyes as it billows on a stream of vapor.
It’s done.
Excellent.
Tesla’s voice cracks through the speakers above them. Bring in the test subjects.
Nurse slinks away, through the massive bank vault door and into the hallway.
I wish Flynn were here to see this,
she whispers to no one in particular.
He never had the stomach for such measures,
Tesla responds, although his expression never changes and his lips don’t move.
And look where that got him.
It’s only been a few days since Kara returned to The Institute with a wild story about the Hollows, Flynn, and a paradox that nearly destroyed time itself. Though the bulk of the damage has been repaired, some things are still lost. Flynn is one of those things. Her oldest friend, the person she confided in above all others. He is gone. And they didn’t even have a body to bury.
This is why we can no longer use half measures to deal with the Hollows. We must escalate our plans. And above all, we must get the Imperial children back.
Catherine clenches her jaw, rubbing her teeth together. Ember. She was Flynn’s favorite and the one person above all others she held responsible for his death. She’d be only too happy to dispose of the girl entirely.
Why do we need them? With this device, none of the Rifters will be able to stand against you.
My plans reach beyond the destruction of the Hollows. They always have.
That pulls Catherine up short. I thought that project failed?
Tesla’s voice responds cryptically, All things in their own time.
She is about to ask something more but two guards walk into the room, each holding a badly beaten Hollow. One of the boys is nearly unconscious, the other glaring through one non-swollen eye. Both are bloody and bruised on every visible piece of exposed skin.
Nurse rolls up beside the first boy, who doesn’t even flinch as he plunges a syringe into his arm. The next boy squirms unsuccessfully against his captor as he’s injected. Soon, he’s screaming as the liquid burns its way down his arm, leaving a perfect, sun-shaped scar.
Have they told you the location of the Hollows?
she asks the guards calmly.
No, ma’am. They haven’t said anything.
Pity.
Catherine glances at the wall where Tesla’s brain—all that’s left of the once-great man—floats in a tank of cloudy, green fluid, connected to the massive computer with wires and plugs. Though he projected his image into the room, it’s not those eyes that watch her. His eyes and ears are the hundreds of tiny cameras and speakers running throughout The Institute. Still, she nods to the brain in the wall before proceeding.
I call it the Geppetto Device,
she says proudly, sliding the leather strap over her head and slinging it across her chest.
She flips a switch, and the machine buzzes to life. A shrill, static-like noise rolls through the room. Cringing, she adjusts the dial. The pitch of the noise changes until the sound vanishes. Only the slight vibration of the glass vials on the bench give evidence that there’s any sound at all.
One of the struggling boys freezes, his face falling into a neutral stare.
Stand up straight,
Catherine orders. The now-calm boy obeys without hesitation. The other flips her off.
Thank you, guards. You may wait outside the door now.
The guards bow their heads and leave.
Take three steps forward,
she demands. The glassy-eyed boy complies, and the other, looking confused, follows suit.
Try using the non-verbal commands,
Tesla says.
Catherine slightly adjusts the knob, focusing on forming the words in her mind. The boy begins to jump like a frog.
How long will he keep doing that?
Tesla asks.
Until I tell him to stop.
Good. Now, for a more serious test.
Catherine nods, stepping in front of the shorter boy. Stop jumping. Now, where is the Hollows base?
I don’t know its exact location. It’s at Wardenclyffe Tower, but I don’t know when.
Then how do you rift in and out?
The Contra. It takes us back.
Do you have any Contra now?
No. I lost it during the fight.
I see.
She rounds the table, picking up two long screwdrivers as she moves closer to the boys. And what are your names?
Geoff.
The boy she had made jump answers first.
The other frowns, a nervous sweat breaking out across his forehead. Slap Stick.
And are you friends?
Yes,
they answer in unison.
Nodding, she sets the screwdrivers on the workbench beside them and steps back. Good. Geoff, I want you to pick up that screwdriver.
She steps back to where Tesla’s image hovers. Geoff immediately falls forward and catches himself with the edge of the table. She watches as he picks up the tool with a trembling hand.
Catherine slowly pushes a button on the cross bar, and Geoff stands up straight. He is at full attention. The other boy stands stoic. She gives him the unspoken command.
Kill your friend.
Fast as a flash, Geoff lunges, slashing wildly at the other boy. Slap Stick dodges and blocks, trying to keep the frenzied boy off him. From the corner, Catherine silently commands the boys, puppets under her control, to fight to the death.
Finally, Slap Stick kicks Geoff into a table. When he reels back, Geoff dives forward, plunging the screwdriver deep into Slap Stick’s chest and retracting it with one smooth motion. Then he turns, as his friend slumps to the floor in a pool of blood, and stares at Catherine, waiting for her next order.
Very nice,
Catherine says, a satisfied grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. It’ll take a little tweaking. We had them both injected with a small receiver, but the device is only able to connect with one receiver at a time. To control them in greater numbers, we will need a way to link the receivers. To unite the Rifters as a group.
Yes. Well done, Catherine. What is the range of the device?
Approximately fifteen feet. Though I believe, if we can find a way to link the group through one main subject, we will be able to transmit using one central receiver that can send a signal to multiple others, regardless of distance from the actual device.
We will need to begin work on that immediately.
She nods, looking to the boy left holding the bloody tool. Do we want to keep this one? He is completely devoted to us now,
Catherine asks.
No. This one is weak—a throwaway. I won’t have lame sheep in my flock.
Catherine steps forward. Geoff, I want you to stab yourself in the heart with that screwdriver. Understand?
He nods. Turning the screwdriver on himself, he hesitates only a fraction of a heartbeat before plunging it into his own chest and crumpling in a bloody heap at Catherine’s feet.
Ethan
My food has never tasted so bland. Considering what they used to feed us at the Tesla Institute, that’s saying something. I choke down a spoonful of the nasty, grey slop that’s passing for breakfast today.
The cafeteria is empty except for Lex and me. It’s early in The Hollow Tower, and most of the Rifters here are still snug in their bunks. Lex woke me with the promise of something big happening today, but whatever’s going on, he’s keeping it close to the vest. From the corner of my eye, I watch him scoot the mush around his bowl with the back of his spoon.
What is it?
I ask, trying to talk myself into another bite.
He shrugs. Tastes kind of like yogurt.
I look at my bowl and can’t help but wonder in what planet this might be mistaken for yogurt.
The gray goop is delivered to us every morning by a copper pipe with a valve nozzle at the end. Many pipes sit over each table, each dispensing some kind of meal. Sitting there, I can’t help but wonder what’s on the menu for lunch today. Whatever it is, it has to be better than this. Curious, I reach up to the food-encrusted valve hanging nearest to me and turn it. The runny slop clumps onto the worn, stainless-steel plate. I barely manage to stop my spoon from falling on the ground when the mess overfills my plate, sloshing onto the table before I can get the valve closed.
Smooth,
Lex says.
I lick my spoon. I beg to differ. This stuff is so chunky that it’s hard to swallow.
Lex smiles, helping me mop the food glop off the counter and into his bowl.
Hey, have you noticed that the girls are acting weird?
Lex asks. I mean more like, Stein being kinda… distant.
I don’t know how she was before, so I will have to take your word for that. But yeah, even Ember’s been a little tense, I suppose.
I look around at the drab cafeteria. It’s a far cry from the spotless, sleek décor of The Institute. I think it might have something to do with the surroundings.
I watch the gray food drip from the nozzle onto the table. Lex looks at me like he has no idea what I’m talking about.
He takes the bowl from my hands, tossing it along with his into the large drum washer. I totally feel like there has been a huge disconnect. Stein is never around anymore, and Nobel seems to spend a ton of time in his lab since the attack. I just need a little bit of normal. Or, as normal as we get around here at least.
"You need a