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Ric Wasley - Author
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Category:
Action/Thriller
Publisher: Wild Child Publishing
Type: Fiction
Copyright: March 22, 2015
ISBN-13: 9781617981517
Price: $4.99 (eBook)
A young man studying in Germany stumbles across the remnants of a secret group of psychics with a Nazi past and an ancient secret so dire that it could destroy the future.
Chris Brennan is just your average guy. Smart, but no genius. Nice, but occasionally a jerk.
He's basically coasting through life trying to figure out how to balance his passion for writing with his need to eat on a daily basis. So he trades in his journalism degree for one in computer programming and moves to Germany for a job by a large hi-tech firm...
Let's face it, his life is boring.
But, one rainy night, in a smoky, Munich Rathskeller, he meets a beautiful young woman.
As Chris is drawn further into the mystery that surrounds her, he discovers that she may be older than she appears. On top of this, the enigmatic woman he is falling in love with is a dead ringer for Maria Orsic, a mysterious psychic who lived in Germany between the First and Second World Wars. If “Ria” is an intimate of the twisted group of fanatics that brought the Nazis to power and supposedly provided them with advanced rocketry, jet propulsion, and even—some contend —flying saucers, Chris wants nothing to do with her.
He leaves Germany, returns to Boston, and finds a new love. Kat is an uncomplicated American girl with no mysterious past, sinister acquaintances, or confusing chronology. In short, perfect.
But events have been set in motion, and it might be too late for Chris to escape the plans of an ancient consortium set on world domination.
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Excerpt
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The rest of the day and most of the night were spent replaying the time we were together and trying to figure out what went wrong. That got me nowhere. Then I tried not to think about it. I did my best not to think about anything.
I made an attempt at being philosophical. Maybe this was the grand, cosmic scheme’s way of sending me a wake- up call to stop messing around with things unlikely to put a dime in my pocket and get my ass back to studying and passing the computer courses of my future employer.
For the next two days I lost myself in a frenetic round of studying, seeing long-neglected friends, and an orgy of cleaning, organizing, and tidying up. I washed dishes and had the cruel thrill of condemning millions of moldy microorganisms to a hideous death at the hands of the German equivalents of Lysol and Clorox. I chased without mercy entire colonies of dust-bunnies from their hither-to- undisturbed sanctuaries under my bed, couches, and tables,
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and it was this manic round of compulsive tiding up all the frayed edges of my life that ultimately did me in.
Towards the end of the second day, somewhere between organizing my sock drawer and sorting through which clothes would finally get washed, I found the note.
I had filled my laundry bag with a miscellaneous collection of stray socks, underwear, and T-shirts and was stuffing one last pair of jeans in when I felt something crinkle in the back pocket. Thinking it might be a stray Euro that I could certainly use, I pulled it out and was disappointed when it was only a folded piece of paper.
I assumed it was one of the hundreds of notes I constantly wrote to myself. Instead, when I pulled it out, I realized it was the bar bill from my last night in the beer cellar. I started to crumple it when I noticed there were actually two pieces of paper. Tucked inside of the flimsy check was a heavy, cream-colored paper of the type normally used for writing formal notes back when people still did that sort of thing.
I unfolded it and it was indeed a note, written in a beautiful, feminine hand. But what really set my pulse racing was the signature—“Ria.”
Dearest Christopher,
I am so sorry I couldn’t say goodbye in person. Something has come up and I must leave, but perhaps we will meet again someday.
Until then...thank you for a lovely evening and keep watching the stars.
Auf Wiedersehen, Liebling
Ria
PS... If you are serious about pursuing a
writing career and would like some new perspectives on your von Däniken article, you might wish to visit an old friend of mine. His
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name is Max Becker and last I heard he was residing at Neuturmstrasse 211. Ask him if he still dreams of Aldebaran.
I reread the note three times, hoping for a clue as to where she went, and as I was about to refold it, I found one.
Embossed into the paper at the top of the page were two raised, intertwined letters—an “M” and an “O.”
An “M” and an “O”—but no “R” for Ria. Either she had borrowed a sheet of monogrammed writing paper from someone, or the woman I knew only as Ria had a different name.
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