Everand Logo

Welcome to Everand!

  • Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

    Only $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

    A Following Thunder
    A Following Thunder
    A Following Thunder
    Ebook57 pages43 minutes

    A Following Thunder

    By A. A. Roi

    ()

    Read preview

    About this ebook

    A 12,000 Word prequel story to the science fiction novel, The Undeniable Labyrinth.

    The life of a gregga is as much about luck as it is skill. Abek Goa has had more luck than most scavengers in the lands south of the Icline on the lost world of Makan. The southlands are full of dangers. Buildings in the abandoned cities can collapse around you, your fellow scavengers or anyone you happen to meet could betray you, and of course, the Mechs that destroyed the old world and rule all that is not ice are an every present worry.

    Luck as much as anything else has kept Abek alive longer than most of his fellow scavengers. That good luck he's enjoyed so far has just run out. He's going to have to find something else to get him out of the mess he's found himself in now.

    It can also be read in its entirity at www.thenewscifi.com/thepromethead/paths

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherA. A. Roi
    Release dateMay 19, 2015
    ISBN9781311952981
    A Following Thunder
    Author

    A. A. Roi

    Born in the United States to Canadian parents, he has developed a somewhat sardonic view of both nations, their relationship with each other, as well as the rest of the world. He developed in interest in sci-f media and literature, writing and art, from an early age as well as an keen interest in the future (where we all are, after all, going to spend the rest of our lives). With a desire to learn, but little interest in being taught, he has started and been involved in numerous businesses involving cosmetics, IT, the internet industry, as well as audio-visual tech. He currently lives in the far south, is engaged in several writing projects in the genres of science fiction, fantasy and horror, and shares his home with a handful of cats.

    Read more from A. A. Roi

    Related to A Following Thunder

    Related ebooks

    Science Fiction For You

    View More
    View More

    Related podcast episodes

    Related articles

    • Article

      Mrs Macarthur’s Secret Diary

      Jun 17, 2020

      Mrs Macarthur’s Secret Diary
      7 min read

    • Article

      Mrs Macarthur’s Secret Diary

      Jun 17, 2020

      Mrs Macarthur’s Secret Diary
      7 min read

    • Article

      Thieves

      Apr 11, 2018

      Thieves
      25 min read

    • Article

      The Needle

      May 30, 2023

      The Needle
      4 min read

    • Article

      Mature Adults In Your Area

      Aug 8, 2022

      I would say that I don’t normally do this kind of thing, except that on and off over the months and years, I’ve done “these kinds of things” too many times for that to be true. So yeah, I go on dates from time to time. This recent guy wouldn’t choose

      6 min read

    • Article

      The Wrong Shampoo

      Apr 10, 2022

      Brandy scoured the rows of bubble gum bright shampoo bottles. How much time had passed already? She looked to the front of the store but couldn’t see the checkout lines. She had only been to Jeff’s apartment once so far and didn’t remember what brand

      16 min read

    • Article

      Ben Marcus

      Jun 15, 2018

      My wife, Gin, once knocked gently on my head, as if it were a door. “Hello,” she kept saying. “Hello. Who’s in there?” She and our therapist, Dr. Sherby, laughed a little about this, so I did, too. What fun. Keep knocking on my head like that, like i

      23 min read

    • Article

      Following A Dream

      Sep 12, 2019

      THE OCEAN VOYAGER AND ME Di Beach Published by Amazon, 2014, £13.74 (paperback) and £5.63 (Kindle) Di Beach, 20, was living in Kampala in the 1960s with her architect husband, Rod Pickering, and their baby daughter, Jojo. One Saturday they were forag

      4 min read

    • Article

      I Met Myself Coming Back

      Oct 6, 2022

      I Met Myself Coming Back
      6 min read

    • Article

      SHORT STORY by MARGARET ATWOOD

      Mar 22, 2023

      SHORT STORY by MARGARET ATWOOD
      7 min read

    • Article

      Me & Davey Waters

      Jan 15, 2023

      Me & Davey Waters
      4 min read

    • Article

      Haunted

      Sep 27, 2023

      Haunted
      6 min read

    • Article

      SHORT STORY by MARGARET ATWOOD

      Mar 22, 2023

      SHORT STORY by MARGARET ATWOOD
      7 min read

    • Article

      A Little About Why

      Jun 1, 2023

      A Little About Why
      15 min read

    • Article

      The Juggler’s Wife

      Jun 9, 2020

      The situation in itself is not unique. There was a man who hated his job and wanted a new one. There was a man who was sick of his boring job and wanted an exciting job instead. This man was depressed, but he saw a way out. He thought this way out wa

      24 min read

    • Article

      Sweet Sorrow

      Aug 19, 2019

      Sweet Sorrow
      8 min read

    • Article

      A Gentle STIRRING

      Mar 13, 2024

      A Gentle STIRRING
      6 min read

    • Article

      Foxes

      Jun 15, 2019

      What’s worth happening happens in deep woods. Or so my daughter tells me. Her plotlines: In the deep woods someone is chasing, someone else is getting hacked. Hatchets are lifted, brought downdowndown. Men stutter blood onto snow. A cast of animals—s

      17 min read

    • Article

      Healing

      Apr 8, 2020

      Healing
      9 min read

    • Article

      Honey & Spice

      Aug 8, 2022

      So, he was good with kids; had a softness to him. The most dangerous thing about that was clearly it wasn’t performed: there was no way he could fake the adoration with which he looked at that angel. With that obnoxious display of genuine cuteness, h

      5 min read

    • Article

      The Freshening

      Sep 15, 2018

      My cashier’s black hair was beautiful. Though not unlike mine, it was shinier and thicker, and hung glamorously down to her waist. It looked strong, too, like Christopher Reeve’s in the Superman movies. A strand of Superman’s silvery hair could hold

      21 min read

    • Article

      Good Guysfinish Last

      Oct 6, 2020

      Good Guysfinish Last
      3 min read

    • Article

      Lagavulin BAY

      May 10, 2023

      Lagavulin BAY
      6 min read

    • Article

      Year Of The Rat

      Nov 24, 2020

      Year Of The Rat
      11 min read

    • Article

      Lost for WORDS

      Sep 23, 2020

      Lost for WORDS
      6 min read

    • Article

      The Alpaca EXPERIENCE

      May 25, 2021

      The Alpaca EXPERIENCE
      6 min read

    Related categories

    Reviews for A Following Thunder

    0 ratings

    0 ratings0 reviews

    What did you think?

    Tap to rate

    Review must be at least 10 words

      Book preview

      A Following Thunder - A. A. Roi

      A Following Thunder

      By A. A. Roi

      Copyright 2014 © A. A. Roi

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except in the case of a reviewer, who may quote brief passages embodied in critical articles or in a review.

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

      Cover by Oört

      Smashwords Edition

      Table of Contents

      Now

      Then

      Now, Again

      Later

      Now

      He was being poked, a repeating stab of agony. Gone, and then back. He probably felt it so keenly, because, unlike the other competing agonies – his ankle, his right hip, his skull – this was a jabbing, again and again. It had been enough to wake him, to draw his consciousness back up to the point he could take in the smell of smoke and metal and cold frost, to taste the dryness of his mouth and a shallow breath of cold air. The repeated jabs of agony were enough to first make him groan, then when that didn’t stop the torture, for  Abek Goa to – at least partially – open his sticky blood encrusted eyelids.

      Yes, he realized, something was poking him. No, some one was poking him. With each painful jab, it became that much clearer. Short. He was looking down at it… no him… or her? Dirty face, with matted hair, and wearing clothing made up of scraps and rags. A child, it had to be, or a dwarf. Whatever it was, it was wielding a bent metal rod, and was just about to stab him again.

      Stop it, he wheezed out. Oh, he must be in bad shape to be in this much pain and still alive. And how could he be looking down at the child? Unless… unless he was trussed up.

      That would explain why his arms were the only part of his body that didn’t ache.

      The child, again very possibly a girl, took a few steps back; stared up at him.

      What was a child doing in a place like this? And what kind of place was this? He forced his pounding head up to an angle that looked at more than just the dirty and snowy ground.

      Ruins… the ruins of a southern city. Dusted with snow, collapsed by age.  And he was tied up, standing, against something, arms outstretched, numb, bloodied. Even with his blurred vision, he could tell his clothing was splattered from his jacket to his boots.

      The child regained her courage, stepped forward and poked him again.

      Ahhh,! he cried out. I told you, stop it! What do you think you’re doing?!

      The girl seemed to think about that for a moment. Did she understand? Could she speak? It would be a good thing if she could. He could convince her to help him out of this.

      Checkin’ the food, she finally offered in a semi-fearful semi-defiant challenge. Yes, he was now certain, a girl, young; barely half his height. That didn’t necessarily make it easy to tell her age. He was taller than most.

      Food? Streck. Maybe it wasn’t good she could speak.

      What are you talking about? he asked, pretending confusion.

      She poked him again.

      He cried out again.

      "Food ain’t supposed

      Enjoying the preview?
      Page 1 of 1