Soul Killer by Michael John Grist : A Science Fiction Thriller (Soul Jacker Book 3)
English | 2019 | Sci / Fi| ePUB | 332 Kb
Soul Killer: 2376. The war for all Souls has just begun…
It’s been a year since Ritry broke his Soul into pieces. Now embodied as six rugged marines captained by Me, those pieces roam from bunker to bunker blinded by loss – mopping up holdouts from the last war.
But the war isn’t over. It’s only just begun.
From the ashes of defeat a godlike power rises, one that understands the Soul better than Ritry ever did, and means to bring a flood so vast it will erase every Soul from history – catapulting Me into a jack beyond the border of death itself…
“I look out toward the target. Beyond the undulating golden dunescape, studded with brownish-green outcroppings of cacti, lie a few pale tan escarpments of ancient rock rising in a spine-like ridge a few clicks distant. They could be shark fins on a solid ocean of sand. Between here and there are three villages hidden behind the vales of yellow, and beneath them, a Court.
It’s a raid. It’s a war. It’s just another way to die.
The air smells of corroded metal and old salt.
“This is the life,” I whisper to myself.
Ray snorts from behind me. “Cleaning up death camps is not my idea of fun.”
I turn to him. He hasn’t died since Becoming, hasn’t had to, so he’s still in the body of the first hand he took; a copper-skinned Darain dressed in full arene combat gear. He’s leaning casually against the railing, picking at his teeth with a coil of gun spring, looking at me with his usual blend of cheerful insolence.
Of course, this is Ray. A year has passed since we Became true individuals in Ritry Goligh’s world, but still it’s strange to see him like this, without his glinting tooth-loops, without his pure black skin. Instead he’s added a strange kind of fractal pattern tattoo across his left temple, which I know is a memento of Doe. Without Doe none of us would be alive.
The year since we buried her in the sand feels like a lifetime.”