A young woman awakens in a strange world filled with unusual people, with no memory of how she got there. Pirates, constables, superheroes and stranger things await her in this fantastical place, and the many questions she has will have to wait.
From Ren Cummins, author of the young adult Steampunk series "Chronicles of Aesirium", and Kiri Callaghan, author of "Funeral Potatoes", come this series of childhood dreams, adult remorse and all the fantastic adventures which lie between.
"Lost" is the first story in this series, introducing the readers to the world of Uphoria, and launching the adventure of a thousand life times.
Sample:
Shrill whistles resounded off the buildings and streets, and people hurriedly ducked back inside the doorways as she came running past. She remembered from an old movie about how most criminals were caught while they were on the run; she’d need to find a place to hide, quickly, before she was seen. Even as her mind formed those thoughts, however, a pair of men in dark blue uniforms ran around the corner just ahead of her. Both had nightsticks in their hand, and the one on her right began furiously blowing his whistle the moment they spotted her. Confident that the bulk of the crowd remained behind her, the best option was to plow on ahead. Now I get to see if all those self-defense classes pay off, she thought with a grimace. In only the worst possible conditions.
She kept her speed up, running straight at them until the last possible moment, where she dodged to the left, staying on the opposite hand of the man with the whistle. As she’d hoped, the two constables nearly ran into one another in their attempt to grab her; the man on her left took a swing with his club and nearly clobbered the other. She struck with her left hand into the man’s stomach, catching him off guard and driving the air from his lungs in a burst that launched the whistle from his opened mouth. With her right hand, she grabbed his nearest arm and spun him about as she rolled in the opposing direction, using the momentum of her spin to place him face to face with his partner. They collided, face-first, and were already falling to the ground as she completed her spin and resumed her original course.
The adrenaline of the brief encounter was already filling her veins; she could feel the rush as her body enjoyed a burst of speed, and her thoughts returned to what the Pirate Hunter had been telling her. I just have to want it, more than anything.
As the end of the street approached, she felt it – a conviction, a certainty that she could do anything, whatever her mind could imagine. I can fly, she realized.
She could almost hear the voices behind her, raised in anger and frustration that this girl was going to elude her in the one direction they could not follow. Taking one last step on the stony streets, she raised her face to the sky, arms akimbo, and launched herself upwards…
From Ren Cummins, author of the young adult Steampunk series "Chronicles of Aesirium", and Kiri Callaghan, author of "Funeral Potatoes", come this series of childhood dreams, adult remorse and all the fantastic adventures which lie between.
"Lost" is the first story in this series, introducing the readers to the world of Uphoria, and launching the adventure of a thousand life times.
Sample:
Shrill whistles resounded off the buildings and streets, and people hurriedly ducked back inside the doorways as she came running past. She remembered from an old movie about how most criminals were caught while they were on the run; she’d need to find a place to hide, quickly, before she was seen. Even as her mind formed those thoughts, however, a pair of men in dark blue uniforms ran around the corner just ahead of her. Both had nightsticks in their hand, and the one on her right began furiously blowing his whistle the moment they spotted her. Confident that the bulk of the crowd remained behind her, the best option was to plow on ahead. Now I get to see if all those self-defense classes pay off, she thought with a grimace. In only the worst possible conditions.
She kept her speed up, running straight at them until the last possible moment, where she dodged to the left, staying on the opposite hand of the man with the whistle. As she’d hoped, the two constables nearly ran into one another in their attempt to grab her; the man on her left took a swing with his club and nearly clobbered the other. She struck with her left hand into the man’s stomach, catching him off guard and driving the air from his lungs in a burst that launched the whistle from his opened mouth. With her right hand, she grabbed his nearest arm and spun him about as she rolled in the opposing direction, using the momentum of her spin to place him face to face with his partner. They collided, face-first, and were already falling to the ground as she completed her spin and resumed her original course.
The adrenaline of the brief encounter was already filling her veins; she could feel the rush as her body enjoyed a burst of speed, and her thoughts returned to what the Pirate Hunter had been telling her. I just have to want it, more than anything.
As the end of the street approached, she felt it – a conviction, a certainty that she could do anything, whatever her mind could imagine. I can fly, she realized.
She could almost hear the voices behind her, raised in anger and frustration that this girl was going to elude her in the one direction they could not follow. Taking one last step on the stony streets, she raised her face to the sky, arms akimbo, and launched herself upwards…
