Meet former space engineer, Joe Ballen. These days, he’s scraping a living flying cabs in flooded-out Baltimore, trying to avoid the clutches of his boss and the well-meaning advice of an old friend. When one of his passengers suffers a grisly death, Joe is dragged into a dangerous web of ruthless academic rivalry centered on a prototype spaceship.
As the bodies pile up, Joe becomes suspect number one, and his enemies will stop at nothing to hide the truth. With the help of an enigmatic scientist, a senile survivalist, and the glamorous Ms Buntin, can Joe untangle the conspiracy and prove his innocence before it’s too late?
Mathematics Of Eternity: the first in an explosive SF thriller series by a fantastic new Canadian SF author. The future’s about to get a lot more action-packed!
I am participating in a readathon called Realmathon in April and I joined Team Ilma, which means that I will be reading a lot of SciFi! One of the ways to get bonus points is to read Indie novels, which makes Mathematics of Eternity the perfect read for the readathon. So, if you are participating in Realmathon, check out Mathematics of Eternity!
I have fallen back in love with SciFi and I am learning which subgenres work for me and which ones don’t. Mathematics of Eternity made me realize how much I enjoy SF thrillers and how it is a subgenre I need to explore much more! What made this book so much fun for me was the pacing- I couldn’t stop turning the pages. What more can you ask for from an SF thriller? Along with the pacing, the world-building shines in this book. I appreciated the conversations about gender and sexuality!
I think that Mathematics of Eternity will work for you if you are a fan of flawed characters and books that explore ethical questions. I am drawn to both of those things, so this worked for me.
Mathematics of Eternity was such a gem and I am thrilled that there are three more books in the series just waiting for me. Maybe I will be able to fit them onto my TBR for Realmathon and can get all of those bonus points!
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It isn’t luck that the roof to my apartment has a reinforced private landing pad. It means I only have to manage a single set of stairs and I’m home. Better than dealing with temperamental elevators, plus it also insulates me from the street noise when I work shifts. There’s a heavy-duty cage door at the top of the stairwell and another at the elevator, so I’m fairly secure and rarely go out on foot anyway.
Tonight I pretty much slid down the stairs, relying on my one good arm to help me stay upright. The door recognized me, opening automatically as I approached and dragged myself inside, only to collapse on the floor by the bathroom.
“Sir, my sensors detect a dangerously elevated pulse, erratic cardiograms, and high quantities of adrenaline in your biometrics. Respond in thirty seconds, or I shall call for medical assistance.”
“Shove it, you brainless piece of junk.” I swatted the Don’t Worry paddle on top of the insurance-mandated Medibo and crawled one-handed across the floor into the bathroom and onto the edge of the tub.
I rattled through the small drawer by the washbasin and grabbed a hypo-nozzle, jabbing the end against the side of my neck. Almost before the discharge hiss finished, I felt the nerve dampening agents soothing the jangle in my patched together nervous system. It had been months since the last attack and I usually had an hour or so’s warning, letting me detour back to my place to inject. Tonight, the ganglionic shock was biting hard.
Grabbing a bottle in the lounge, I poured myself a large tumbler full of whiskey then twisted and kneaded my arm to fight off the painful pins and needles—the inevitable result of the injection. As I ran my fingers over the back of my shoulder, I felt something sharp buried close to the thin scar that ran around my arm.
I shuffled wearily to the bathroom. It wasn’t easy positioning a mirror to see what it was—an angry crater, dark with clotted blood and fibers from my shirt. I dipped a corner of a hand towel in my glass and dabbed at the wound until it was clean enough to probe with the tip of a thin screwdriver—the only thing I could think to use.
Whatever it was, it was buried deep enough in the muscle to resist, and I slid the screwdriver blade awkwardly down the edge to lever it out. The whole thing was getting increasingly messy when the blade slipped, stabbing deep into my shoulder, and I grunted in pain. I tried again and this time managed to hook the tip underneath the lump and twisted it out.
The hole was pretty deep and next to the boundary between live flesh and my semi-dead arm. It was an unstable part of my anatomy. The impact at that point was probably what had triggered the unexpected attack.
Picking up the gore-coated fragment from where it had fallen, I threw it in the sink and ran warm water over it. I expected to find a piece of sidewalk, but as the blood washed away it revealed a white lump about the size of a fingertip.
A human tooth.
I felt the blood surge in my head, and my temples throbbed. I drained the whiskey, then my legs buckled under me again and I staggered over to the bed alcove. It took absolutely no effort to crumple inelegantly on the mattress.
The injection mixed with the alcohol was really kicking in, and the flesh of my legs and arm felt like they were burning off my bones. Even though I knew it wasn’t the case, I checked them anyway. The only visible difference between my regen’d limbs and the rest of me was a slight color difference on either side of the scars.
I tried to sit up to take off my shirt but didn’t make it. The last thing I remembered was the thud of my head as it hit the foam pillow. It made the same sound my passenger had made when he hit the concrete.
David M. Kelly writes fast-paced, near-future sci-fi thrillers with engaging characters, cynical humor, and (mostly!) plausible science. He is the author of the Joe Ballen series, Logan’s World series, and the Hyperia Jones series, and has been published in Canadian SF magazine Neo-opsis.
David’s interest in science and technology began early. At the age of six his parents allowed him to stay up late into the night to watch the television broadcast of Neil Armstrong stepping on to the surface of the moon. From that day he was hooked on everything related to science and
An avid reader, he worked his way through the contents of the mobile library that visited his street, progressing through YA titles (or “juveniles” as they were known back then) on to the classics of Robert Heinlein, Isaac Asimov, Arthur C. Clarke, and Harry Harrison.
David worked for many years in project management and software development. Along the way his interests have included IPSC combat (target) pistol shooting, crew chief on a drag racing team, and several years as bass player/vocalist in a heavy rock band. He also managed to fit in some real work in manual jobs from digging ditches and assembly line work to loading trucks at a haulage company.
Originally from the wild and woolly region of Yorkshire, England, David emigrated to Canada in 2005 and settled in Northern Ontario with his patient and supportive wife, Hilary. Foot surgery in 2014 temporarily curtailed many of his favorite activities – hiking, camping, piloting his own personal starfighter (otherwise known as a 1991 Corvette ZR-1). But on the plus side, it meant a transition from the world of IT into life as a full-time writer—an opportunity he grasped enthusiastically.
David is passionate about science, especially astronomy and physics, and is a rabid science news follower. Never short of an opinion, David writes about science and technology on his blog at davidmkelly.com. He has supported various charity projects such as the Smithsonian’s Reboot the Suit and the Lowell Observatory Pluto Telescope Restoration. He also contributes to citizen science projects such as SETI@home.