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    Convergence: The Symbiot-Series, #19
    Convergence: The Symbiot-Series, #19
    Convergence: The Symbiot-Series, #19
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    Convergence: The Symbiot-Series, #19

    By Michel Weatherall

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    The 14t  novelette of The Refuse Chronicles.​

    The puzzle pieces have fallen into place. The threat is imminent. Secrets are no longer hidden.

    ​

    From Cultic abductions in 1999, Nazi's in 1943, to the subterfuge machinations of The Esoteric Order of Dagon and the UNCGSC. The finale with the return of an adult Tamara Takahara in 2019 and its obliterating consequences!

    Convergence ties all previous 18 novelettes together!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMichel Weatherall
    Release dateSep 1, 2017
    ISBN9781988253190
    Convergence: The Symbiot-Series, #19
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    Michel Weatherall

    Michel Weatherall is a native of Ottawa, has lived in Europe and Germany and travelled extensively. With over 30 years in the print/publishing industry, self-publishing was a natural step to his company, Broken Keys Publishing. He has published 6 novels and 2 collections of poetry. Other work include Sun & Moon, Purgation, This Burden I Bear, Eleven's Silent Promise, Rupture and the essays The Doctrine of Fear and Ebook Revolution? all appearing in Ariel Chart's online journey as well as a theological essay (“The Voice of Sophia”) in American theologian Thomas Jay Oord's "The Uncontrolling Love of God: An Open and Relational Account of Providence" (2015) Weatherall's current books in print are, The Symbiot 30th Anniversary, The Nadia Edition,  Necropolis,  The Refuse Chronicles,  Symphonies of Horror: Inspirational Tales by H.P. Lovecraft: The Symbiot Appendum, Ngaro's Sojourney,  A Dark Corner of My Soul (poetry), Sun & Moon (poetry), His publishing company, Broken Keys Publishing has 2 anthologies: Thin Places: The Ottawan Anthology, & Love & Catastrophē Poetrē. Honours and Awards include Winner of the 2020 - 2021 Faces of Ottawa Awards for Best Author Finalist of the 2022 Faces of Ottawa Awards for Best Author Winner of the 2020-2022 Faces of Ottawa Awards for Best Publisher 2021Best of the Net Award Nominee (for Poetry: Purgation) 2020-21 Parliamentary Poet Laureate Nominee 2020 Best of the Net Award Nominee (Poetry: This Burden I Bear) 2019 Pushcart Prize Nominee (for Poetry) 2019 FEBE Award Nominee for Creative Arts Finalist for the Faces of Ottawa Award for Best Author 2019  2019 CPACT Awards Nominee for Entertainment Excellence (Arts) 2019 CPACT Awards Nominee for Small Business Excellence (Broken Keys Publishing) Finalist for the Faces of Ottawa Award for Best Author 2018

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      Convergence - Michel Weatherall

      The airways were astir with naval commands as The Quarantine Fleet mobilized.

      At the hub of the fleet sat the HMCS Nokomis, the Quarantine Fleet’s research vessel. In close proximity sailed an American destroyer and frigate, the USS Puerto Rico and USS San Juan respectively. Virtually unarmed, the Nokomis needed protection.

      The Master’s intel suggested the research vessel would be the target of the assault, the assailant erroneously believing Sentinel aboard The Nokomis.

      The remaining warships formed ever expanding concentric circles around The Nokomis. The air was animated, alive and abuzz with near countless  SAG-03s - Sentinel’s gun-drones - flittering between the ships. Patrolling, scanning, and searching for the incursion, like metal dragonflies skirting over the surface of some great pond.

      The Charles de Gaulle had left the fleet, positioning itself 20 km NNW, out of sight and over the horizon. The French aircraft carrier could control the skies from here; rain hell from a distance if the need arose. Otherwise constrain or contain whenever came in or out.

      Two E-2 Hawkeyes monitored from high above. Admiral Bretodeau had scrambled the carrier’s entire complement of aircrafts.

      Miles further out, the remaining 30 Rafale jet-fighters held an ever widening perimeter around the fleet.

      Higher still, in the frigid silence of space, the orbiting Machine brought several satellites online, scanning and monitoring from its great height.

      All waited. All were silent. The very air pregnant with anticipation - anxiety.

      Beside Sentinel, The Master stood on the upper deck of the aircraft carrier, the gray-haired Tamara’s eyes closed, her mind focused; listening to the psychic ether.

      And in a breath under the ocean’s whispering wind she spoke:

      She's here.

      Strange Bedfellows

      Now, acutely aware of that dividing moment between teleportation, Tamara was aware when she entered and exited The Never, no matter how briefly.

      It was difficult to know whether the raging energy vortex that was The Never raced past, or she soared through it. It couldn’t be said that Tamara moved through The Never. That was impossible. There was no movement. There was no time - no space. Just its illusion.

      This entire nothing was impossible. For the undisciplined mind, one would plummet through this Nowhere-realm indefinitely. Forever falling. It was beyond time. It was timeless, for Time knew no existence here. This extradimensional Never was outside any Time-Space Continuum. Outside the universe. Outside the multiverse. That infinite sliver between the Outer Chaos and the multiverse. Not even a pocket-universe between the Spheres. Outside the realms of creation. Everywhere yet nowhere.

      It was that infinite fraction of a moment. That infinitesimal nanosecond between breathing and exhaling. Something only ever experienced as a memory, but never in the Now. That timeless pause betwixt teleportation. Exiting, but not yet arriving.

      From flying forward to suddenly plunging downwards there was no acceleration, no deceleration. Just non-direction. The walls of her reality stripped away, the filaments peeling. Reality inserted itself around her.

      Suddenly racing winds enveloped her. Like a long lost lover, the winds played with her hair, thrashing it about her face, the winds violently snapping her scarlet robes.

      Tamara drew a breath of the frigid air. She only had time for one as she plunged towards the ocean. Her metaphysical mind throwing out inertia dampeners to counter her great speed. Her weird mind casting out a telepathic web, scanning the entire scene as it expanded around her - searching.

      Sentinel was difficult to pinpoint. The Machine was sentient, but not localized. Not like anybody she had ever encountered before. Less like a person, more like an entity.

      The naval fleet had taken up positions around a central ship. It looked like a destroyer.

      As Tamara scanned the ship she picked up the most bizarre auras. Sentinel was there - at least partially. Like a wilo-the-wisp, the machine’s sentience seemed to flicker.

      A single man was also aboard... and something else. Not human. Ancient. But even these weren’t the most disturbing things Tamara read. Something else. Neither dead, alive, nor inorganic. It was truly a thing.

      She

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