Release date: May 18, 2019
Subgenre: YA Science Fiction
About A Dark and Stormy Day:
3748 crashes to a halt as Sonny Knight visits Times Square to ring in the New Year.
He’s a little sad because his girlfriend – one of the terrorist clones holding his family prisoner (but she’s one of the nicer ones) – has dumped him. Or maybe she’s being held prisoner by a different band of terrorists, and would appreciate being rescued?
Sonny’s going to have to pull himself together if he’s going to help her. He needs to deal with his grief issues, residual anxiety from everything that happened to him in the last two books, and a blossoming substance problem. Then there’s his fresh anxiety from all the new and exciting dangers that befall him in this one.
Which include more pliosaurs, explosions, avalanches, crowds, true love, assault, battery … the usual.
This is the conclusion of the Adventures of Sonny Knight trilogy.
He’s a little sad because his girlfriend – one of the terrorist clones holding his family prisoner (but she’s one of the nicer ones) – has dumped him. Or maybe she’s being held prisoner by a different band of terrorists, and would appreciate being rescued?
Sonny’s going to have to pull himself together if he’s going to help her. He needs to deal with his grief issues, residual anxiety from everything that happened to him in the last two books, and a blossoming substance problem. Then there’s his fresh anxiety from all the new and exciting dangers that befall him in this one.
Which include more pliosaurs, explosions, avalanches, crowds, true love, assault, battery … the usual.
This is the conclusion of the Adventures of Sonny Knight trilogy.
Excerpt:
The screen shifted, showing a
chubby-cheeked girl with pink hair, then a little old man in a fedora, grooving
to the beat. Random spectators, Sonny realized, right before his own face
appeared, reacting to the flapping camera drone. A warm buzz of laughter
bubbled up from the crowd. Sonny’s cheeks went bright red. He could tell people
around him were checking him out. For a moment he lost sight of Quicksilver,
and the idea of being alone in a crowd this size, with his face projected
across multi-story screens, was just too horrible to bear. Then he spotted
Quicksilver’s trim gray shoulders, in line at yet another drink cart and having
an animated conversation with another patron as a robot with bunny ears blended
ice together with colorful liquids.
Sonny headed into a nearby parklet, where
he sagged against a statue of a surly-looking bird. “In memory,” read a brass
placard at its base, “of the New York City pigeon, now extinct.” The bird’s
gray wing was smooth against his sweaty forehead. The camera drone followed
him, displaying the statue to the crowd before returning to Sonny’s face as he
took another gulp of coffee, giving it another chance. It tasted very nice,
even though he suspected it would only make him jittery.
Suddenly he sensed a presence behind him.
Technically speaking, there were thousands of people present all around him,
but this one was standing way too close.
“Sonny Knight?” he asked, in a low-pitched
voice close to Sonny’s ear. It wasn’t a Qoro voice, which was the main kind of
voice that had threatened him in the past. He gave a very small and subtle nod.
His mouth was still
“Look over your right shoulder, slowly.
About twenty meters up you’ll see an advertisement for neon shinpads, with a
trash can in front of it.”
Sonny slowly moved his head, past the large
screen where his face was still amusing the crowd, finding the sign, in which
three models were frozen halfway through a mid-air leap, shinpads flashing
brightly. Just as he focused, the trash can in front exploded into a compact
orange fireball.
Sonny spewed his mouthful of coffee toward
the camera drone. Every single person in Times Square laughed at him.
Except for the people who had seen the
explosion; they screamed. Then, people who didn’t see it but had heard screams
screamed. The screams spread outward, like flower petals scattering from the
bright blossom that had made black spots dance across Sonny’s retinas. He
wondered if they were burned, or if he’d live long enough to find out.
“I’ve got a bomb like that in my pocket that’ll
kill you, me, and the fifty people standing closest to us at the moment. Don’t
give me a reason to detonate it.”
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About the Series
About Charon Dunn:
Charon Dunn originated in Maui, lives in San Francisco, and is
leaping into self-published science fiction authorhood with a
series of YA adventure novels set in a far-future,
asteroid-reconfigured earth. She does nerd stuff for trial lawyers
in the daytime, and she loves tandoori chicken, video games and her
thirty pound cat, not necessarily in that order.
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