My first novel Pulse is packed with terms, acronyms and jargon that you may not be familiar with. Because I made most of them up! Sometimes future-tech jargon can be overwhelming in sci-fi novels. I did my best to explain some of the terms as I went along. But that

"You love her, right?" "What? No way. She's a mech." "It's written all over your stupid face." "Hmm. That obvious huh?" "That obvious. From day one, you were hovering around her like she was some kind of

Marco Bautista placed his right hand on the dNeedle reader outside the Blade Complex's ALMA unit HOST chamber. The panel lit up green, confirming his identity, and two enormous entrance doors slowly opened revealing the large hall beyond. Kalen and Grace peered into the gloom, a little surprised

Adam and Drexle stood side by side transfixed, their faces lit up by glare from the Chair room holoscreens. Their attention was drawn to a single, grey dot picked up by the security cameras. Whatever it was, it wasn't getting bigger, which meant that it had stopped at

Prime Master Cascarina was drumming his fingers on the finely-crafted oak and maple table top in front of him. He was growing increasingly impatient with the unnecessary interruptions to the day's proceedings. How long did it take to bring one man before the high council, for God'

Tapping noises. Scratching. Scraping sounds. Voices. Whispers. Tiny creatures scuttling around inside his head. Inside his head. They were trying to get inside. They were trying to drive him insane. Adam knew this would happen, but the attacks attempting to invade his mindspace were far more sophisticated than anything he&

Grace woke up after what seemed like an eternal sleep. She was sitting on a cold metal chair, her wrists bound with steel restraints. A strange kind of pain pulsed up and down her body in regular waves. Her eyes felt as if they were being pulled out of their

Adam's Skycheetah made its final approach, deployed its landing gear and gently eased into layers of freshly laid snow. As the engines powered down, the side doors slid open and a small set of steps shunted out, then retracted again as they tried in vain to find solid

On paper, the journey from Grace's destroyed Freemech camp to the South Central Freemech-friendly landing station didn't look like much, but with Kalen's truck out of action, the resulting trek on foot was fraught with danger around every corner. Even as the Human Preservation

The Blade rose up out of the heart of Nova York like an alien spire trying to pierce the firmament. Gleaming panels covered its surface from top to bottom sucking energy from the sun and blinding anyone that dared to hold their gaze in the tower's direction. Hundreds

The Washington D.C. Intercity Waystation was crawling with Slavers. Lashing rain peppered their heavily-scarred, battle-worn armor. The skies above, black like tar, rolled from south to north, white lightning illuminating everything in its path, living and not living, conscious and unconscious, mobile and immobile. The light of the ancient

"Flatten the cat! Don't say that! Maybe a rat? I'll get the bat!" Kirsten couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her tiny eyes struggled to focus as she peered through a gap in the rusty old container. Her nine-year old frame could

The sky over the Human Preservation Camp took on a reddish hue as dawn began its daily procession from one side of Nova York to the other. The last drops of rain gave way to cold gusts of air tearing through the camp like playful ghosts, rattling all manner of

A two year old male pitbull, white with sandy patches and missing most of one ear, lifted his leg and pissed on the wall he'd just finished sniffing. There weren't any other dogs inside the compound enclosure so it was possible that he was answering his

Adam propped himself up, his hands on the back of a chair, and proceeded with his early morning coughing routine. Painful and exhausting, when done, he sprayed the contents of a small canister into the back of his throat, inhaled, and let the canister drop into a waiting bin where

The bird ruffled its feathers and cocked its head to get a better view through the dirty window. A blur of blue, black and white bounced back and forth along the sill chasing what it could see on the other side. Stabbing at the old glass with its beak, the