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Metrofloat New York - Book Tour and Giveaway

3/21/2019

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Metrofloat New York
by William Quincy Belle
Genre: Science Fiction

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A Post-apocalyptic Sci-Fi thriller.

Several hundred years in the future, Earth is a different planet. Antigravity has been invented and “flying” has given way to “floating”: giant platforms with cities remain above the growing surface temperatures as enclaves of the privileged. A global pandemic has wiped out 80% of those on the ground, and a virulent, flesh-eating disease, necrofasc, has left most with artificial body parts. Insects are the main food staple. A utopia for some, a dystopia for others.

Metrofloat New York, a futuristic city of thirty million, is run by an oligarchy of five rich and powerful people. An unknown assassin, working from within the system, attempts to seize control and declare himself dictator by methodically removing all rivals. Detective Matthew Heart of the Metropolitan Police must deal with his partner, a cyborg policewoman, his unofficial family, a transgender woman and her one-legged daughter, and a mysterious assailant bent on taking over the world by killing anyone who stands in his way.



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​Prologue

The stars were out. The air was fresh. From the fiftieth-floor terrace, the muted sounds of the city were a dull roar. Willard Bachmann, balding but commanding in his sixty-fourth year, moved along the balustrade, sipping an arti-sour and staring at the vista before him: to the one side, the skyline of one of Earth’s largest floating metropolises — Metrofloat New York — and to the other, a kilometer below, vast desert plains ending in the silhouette of a distant mountain range. It was all his. He controlled it. He ruled it.
Years of hard work, important decisions, and backroom dealings had amassed for him an unprecedented amount of power and influence. The OligCouncil was no longer something he could lead; it was something he could commandeer and rule. He could bend it to his will. He could possess it and do with it what he wanted.
This was his opportunity. Instead of going through the never-ending and often useless democratic process of consensus, he could force his will on everyone. There was no campaigning for buy-in. There was no vote for agreement. Everyone had to do as he said. Period. Dictatorship: the fast and easy way to get things done. Willard chuckled to himself. The word had such a negative connotation. He would say enlightened absolutism or philosophical monarchism. He was taking it upon himself to bring people together, to get them to pull in the same direction, and remove the self-interest and deindividuation plaguing society.
Willard put one hand on the railing and leaned out over the dizzying height. He held up his glass toward the city panorama and said, “To you. Together we will be great once again.” He took the last sip of his drink then turned and walked across the balcony. Slipping through the open door, he waved his hand over a sensor to close it. Tomorrow would be a busy day; he needed to sleep.
He sauntered across a sizable living area to an open kitchen and set down his glass. As Willard turned toward the bedroom, a movement caught his eye. He looked across the expanse of floor to the windows facing the terrace. The edge of a curtain fluttered. The door leading to the balcony was open — the door he had shut moments ago.
Willard crept around the kitchen island into the living room. He skirted a decorative shelving unit and moved into the corner, his work area. Opening a drawer of his desk, he removed a pulsed energy pistol. The charge indicator showed eighty percent.
He held the gun up at arm’s length and scanned the room for any movement. Nothing. He grasped the handle of a Japanese samurai sword displayed on the wall, slid it out of its case, and moved from behind the desk.
Willard swept the area and looked behind various pieces of furniture. He held his breath and listened. From somewhere came the hum of machinery, electricity, and background noises typical of any building in the city, but nothing else.
To the left, the floor creaked. Willard whirled and fired. There was a thump followed by the crackling of a fireball against the wall. Nothing was there. Willard glanced left and right, waving the gun in preparation for a second shot. His ears became accustomed to the silence and he remained still, listening for breathing, the shuffle of a foot, anything. There was nothing but silence. Was anybody there? The door was open, but he had shut it. He was sure of it. Since this was the fiftieth floor, whoever came in from the terrace had chosen an unorthodox way of dropping in unannounced.
Willard checked the other half of the room, walking to the far end of the couch and looking behind it. Nothing.
A tiny noise came from his work area in the corner. Turning, he pointed the pistol in that direction, but it was difficult to see in the subdued light. He could feel his heart beating. Someone was here. Someone was waiting for the right moment.
As he stared into the corner, trying to discern any movement, something registered in his peripheral vision. But it was too late. A hand grabbed the gun and twisted forward while another grabbed his forearm and twisted backward. Willard had tensed his finger and the pistol fired at the couch, scorching the fabric.
The gun wrenched from his hand, Willard turned toward his attacker and swung the sword in an arc over his shoulder. The blade hit the upper arm of the attacker with a thud and buried itself deep in the limb. There was no blood. Willard’s eyes widened as he realized he had not cut into human flesh.
The assailant tossed the pistol to one side and seized the blade, pulling upward to remove it from his arm, then back to yank the handle out of Willard’s hand. He tossed the sword aside, and it jangled against the floor. Willard leaped and kicked the intruder in the stomach, causing the assailant to lose his balance and fall backward. Willard dove for the pistol, twisted around, and took aim. There was no sign of his attacker.
He jumped up and ran back to the couch. Seeing nothing, he spun around, checking all three hundred and sixty degrees around him. His heart was racing, his breathing hard. The adrenaline had kicked in, and both Willard’s hands shook as he tried to steady the gun.
“Mr. Bachmann.” The male voice was sonorous.
Willard spun toward the sound and fired. He saw part of the man’s head as he ducked behind a bookcase, just before the fireball shattered a crystal vase.
“Mr. Bachmann,” the voice said, “you’re making this far too difficult.”
Willard moved toward the bookshelf, holding the pistol up with both hands.
“You must face the inevitable. We all have our time, and you, sir, have had yours.”
Willard crouched down, trying to see between the open shelves.
“This can be painless, or it can be painful.”
Willard aimed between two shelves, over the top of a line of books. His hands were shaking, and his aim was off. The charge sputtered against the spines and a wisp of smoke curled up.
He ran to the side of the bookcase and spun around behind it, yet saw no one. Wondering what to do next, Willard heard a step to his right. He fired. The discharge sizzled in the middle of the man’s chest and singed his shirt. It did not stop him.
The attacker grabbed Willard’s right arm at the wrist, held it over his head, then seized him by the throat and squeezed.
“Please drop the gun, Mr. Bachmann.”
The two men held each other’s gaze until Willard let go of the pistol, which fell to the floor with a clatter.
“Thank you.” The attacker pushed Willard across the room into a straight-backed chair. He snapped restraining devices in place, locking each wrist to an arm of the chair.
Willard looked at his adversary’s arm but could no longer see the cut from the sword. “Auto-regen. I’ve heard of it but didn’t think it had yet been perfected for the market.”
“If you know the right people and have the money, anything is possible.” The man uncoupled a tubular device from his belt and fiddled with the controls.
“Do I get a cigarette? A last meal? A final request?”
“This won’t hurt, Mr. Bachmann. Well, I’ve been given to understand it doesn’t hurt, but does anybody know for sure?”
Willard gave a warped smile. “Nobody who’s undergone the procedure has ever complained. Then again, they’re too dead to speak up.”
His opponent leaned over and pressed the device to Willard’s forehead.
“Stop!”
Straightening, the man looked at him. “Yes?”
“I don’t suppose anything I say will persuade you not to do this?”
“I’m afraid not.”
“Money? Power? A job in my organization?”
“Please, Mr. Bachmann, my motives are of a higher calling.”
“Ah, yes, a true believer.”
“I am merely a reflection of your beliefs.”
Willard gave a sigh of resignation. “I wanted to sweep away the past and bring everyone together: the vision of a harmonious future.”
“That’s your future, sir. That’s your vision. It’s harmonious in that people accept you on top with everything and everybody else at the bottom, having just enough to get by.”
“Harmony brings something for everyone. There will be inequities in life. However, the fighting that results from people not accepting that truth is the problem. Do you want war? Do you want continued conflicts between various groups vying for authority? Stopping me won’t stop the system. Society is hierarchical. You can’t escape it.”
Willard gave his foe a pleading look.
“Let us begin,” the man said.
Willard sat up straight and shut his eyes in resignation. “Okay.”
The man again leaned in and put one end of the tube against Willard’s forehead. He pushed a button and the device hummed. A readout on one side counted out a percentage, starting at zero. The man looked around the room and, from time to time, glanced at the meter. When the number hit ninety-five he stared at the results, keeping his thumb poised over a switch. The meter hit one hundred percent.
“Goodbye, Mr. Bachmann.” The stranger pressed the button and kept the device held against Willard’s forehead. There was a crunch followed by a slurping sound. Willard spasmed, all his limbs shaking at once. The man watched a long glass container within the device fill up with a viscous fluid. The counter showed a percentage once again, and when it hit one hundred the man removed the device, exposing a hole the width of an index finger in Willard’s forehead. The spasms stopped and Willard became limp, his head slumping forward onto his chest.
The man recoupled the device to his belt and removed the restraints from Willard’s wrists. He picked him up and crossed the living area, stepping sideways through the door, with the body lengthwise, onto the terrace. The man followed the balustrade to the far side overlooking the plains. He looked over the rail. The building was right on the edge of the metrofloat: the perfect spot.
He lifted Willard up over the railing and let go before leaning over to watch as the body fell past fifty stories and disappeared into the blackness. With the city floating at an altitude of one kilometer, it would take Willard’s body approximately fifteen seconds to hit the ground.


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Alan and Terry were skinny enough to slip through the security perimeter into the antigravity zone. Already, they heard the pounding of the AG machines. Workers in the area often wore ear protection, as the constant noise could damage their hearing, but when one is young and foolish, protection is for wimps. They climbed down to the lowest scaffolding and looked out over the panorama below. The ground was a good kilometer down, speckled with the twinkling lights of the settlement. Each light was a potential target for a jump-and-grab, so tonight looked to be an excellent opportunity.
Rumors had been circulating around the high school for over a year about thrill seekers doing the unthinkable: bungee jumping from the metrofloat. Alan and Terry had pooled their money and bought the latest in equipment, including a controllable elasticized cable, a double safety ankle harness, and a precision-positioning system with automatic height detection. The flexible anchor allowed them to set up the bungee in any location in record time, so they could get in, jump, and get out before the authorities knew they were violating restricted areas.
In the last few months, they had brought along groupies of the informal thrill seekers club, and because of those witnesses, the two of them had become underground heroes. Who in their right mind would do such a thing? Tangible proof was good for their reputation, so they brought things up from their jumps. Over open land, they returned with a rock or a plant, but the real fun was over settled areas. So far, they had taken pieces of clothing drying on lines, things on outdoor tables, and toys and tools left out. Tonight they wanted to go an extra step and steal a village marker. The other items could come from anywhere, but a sign showing the name of the community would prove they had jumped over a settlement. By using the max extension on the cable, they hoped to remain down long enough to use their tools to unfasten a sign from its support.
Alan would make the first attempt. He had decked himself by attaching various tools to his belt and wearing a helmet with a lamp. He had double-checked his ankle connectors and made sure the safety harness was in place. Terry gave him the once-over, enumerating each item out loud so they both knew they had checked everything. Alan climbed over the railing and held on as Terry fed out the cable so it was free and clear of the scaffolding.
Quivering with excitement, Alan looked over at his friend. Terry grinned and gave him a thumbs-up. Alan turned back to the open space, took a deep breath, and spread his arms out. He bent his knees, then pushed off into a swan dive.
Alan had ten seconds of free fall before the cable slowed his descent. Ten seconds of weightlessness as the wind whistled by his head. It was peaceful. And surreal. It wasn’t every day somebody jumped from a height of a thousand meters.
Looking toward the ground when he jumped, Alan twisted as he now fell, upside down, and brought his head up to look off into the distance. The light from his helmet flashed on something. He swept his head back and forth until the object was again visible. There was a human body three meters from him, falling at the same rate. It tumbled in the air. Judging by the looseness of the limbs, Alan guessed the person was unconscious. Or dead. Wouldn’t somebody falling to their death be thrashing about?
He looked toward the ground. The lights were coming up, and he felt the cable tense to reduce the speed of his descent. Alan looked back at the body, which continued to fall at a steady rate and was moving away. He bent his head up so he could follow its path. There was a crash followed by a thump. Holy crap! he thought. This was unexpected. They had better get the hell out of there.
Alan slowed to a stop, hanging upside down two meters from the ground. He fumbled with the controller, pressing the button to ascend. The mechanism set into motion, pulling him up. He looked back down and saw, in the semi-darkness, a hole in the roof of a nearby building. What the hell was going on?
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William Quincy Belle is just a guy. Nobody famous; nobody rich; just some guy who likes to periodically add his two cents worth with the hope, accounting for inflation, that $0.02 is not over evaluating his contribution. He claims that at the heart of the writing process is some sort of (psychotic) urge to put it down on paper and likes to recite the following, which so far he hasn't been able to attribute to anyone: "A writer is an egomaniac with low self-esteem." You will find Mr. Belle's unbridled stream of consciousness floating around in cyberspace.


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46 Comments
Bea LaRocca
3/21/2019 03:18:41 am

Great cover and a fantastic excerpt. This looks like an awesome sci-fi read. I'm looking forward to it.

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James Robert
3/21/2019 04:50:19 am

Thanks so much for both the book description and giveaway as well. I enjoy hearing about another good book.

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June S.
3/21/2019 07:00:40 am

What a great Sci-Fi thriller, good luck to you William.

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William Quincy Belle link
3/22/2019 12:03:16 am

Your support is appreciated.

All the best to you in your world. :-)

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Janet W.
3/21/2019 08:05:28 am

Sounds like an interesting read! Neat cover!

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Rita Wray
3/21/2019 10:32:34 am

I liked the excerpt.

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Sara Zielinski
3/21/2019 11:49:26 am

The excerpt was really great.

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Calvin
3/21/2019 12:04:30 pm

Some out of this world imagination here.

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wendy hutton
3/21/2019 12:53:16 pm

interesting cover, the book sounds great

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Shirley Ann Speakman
3/21/2019 01:53:15 pm

Great sci fi cover, the prologue was really intense and the book sounds intriguing.

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Debbie P
3/21/2019 02:32:43 pm

This book sounds like a fantastic read. Cool cover.

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Kelly Nicholson
3/21/2019 02:39:23 pm

are you saying new york will be gone one day...uh oh

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heather
3/21/2019 03:41:42 pm

I love the cover of this one and it sounds like a fun read.

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Victoria
3/21/2019 03:46:42 pm

Thanks for sharing, I'll definitely be checking this one out :)

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Dale Wilken
3/21/2019 11:30:55 pm

I enjoyed the excerpt.

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aaron reck
3/22/2019 03:31:35 pm

I"m really scared of heights so that would freak me out.

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Marcy Meyer
3/22/2019 06:58:46 pm

Sounds interesting, but I couldn't do it. Yikes. I like gravity too much. lol

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Beyond Comps
3/23/2019 07:37:50 am

Awesome looking cover Reminds me of Dark City or one of the Avengers movies!

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Wendy Jensen
3/23/2019 12:54:52 pm

My first thought when I saw the book cover was: Oh Wow.

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lynn clayton
3/23/2019 06:59:03 pm

i like the cover looks like a great read

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Chelle
3/24/2019 10:29:51 am

Love sci-fi thrillers! It's a mix of so many styles. I am excited to read it! thanks!

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Denise Higgins
3/26/2019 02:44:27 am

Love the cover

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Mood Reader
3/26/2019 12:57:48 pm

Sounds great! :)

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Terri Quick
3/27/2019 10:30:17 pm

Thanks for this giveaway

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Elizabeth Sullivan
3/30/2019 11:19:51 am

Nifty cover! I like it a lot.

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Jessie Redding
3/30/2019 05:37:40 pm

I think it's gorgeous and looks like a best seller!

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Heather Mahley
3/30/2019 06:35:07 pm

I love the cover

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Lavender P.
3/31/2019 04:40:07 am

Noooo not a future of necrofasc and sustaining oneself on bugs! *faints* The antigravity part sounds interesting though. Very creative story!

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Ann Fantom
3/31/2019 06:40:58 pm

I love the cover. It is very clever

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Mary Cloud
4/1/2019 08:40:26 pm

No questions - the cover is very interesting

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Barbara Montag
4/5/2019 10:04:55 am

An interesting exciting book & a great cover.
thank you

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Kathy Cozzarelli
4/5/2019 11:18:08 pm

The book has a great cover. Floating cities are neat.

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bn100
4/6/2019 12:24:55 pm

interesting post

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Daniella Bonagura
4/7/2019 03:01:40 am

Looks interesting

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Mya Murphy
4/9/2019 05:45:04 pm

What a super gorgeous cover!!

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Lisa Ellison
4/10/2019 05:58:03 pm

I love the cover, very interesting!

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Heather
4/12/2019 06:16:59 pm

Honestly, the cover made me think of the flat earthers. The story sounds interesting though.

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Devon Pickford
4/13/2019 06:09:21 pm

Sounds intense, like a book you can't put down!

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Devon Pickford
4/16/2019 05:33:44 pm

Great cover, love sci fi books!

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Jason Cullum
4/16/2019 10:46:08 pm

That is a striking cover! and I really like that the story takes place in the future, hundreds of years in the future. Very exciting!

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Corey Hutton
4/18/2019 02:17:29 am

Good luck with the book and Thanks for the giveaway.

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Daniel M
4/18/2019 07:04:27 pm

like the cover

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tiago rosado
4/20/2019 12:39:40 pm

What do you think of the book or the cover?
well,a floating New York......its always New york.....it would make me look at the blurb
THX

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Sarah L
4/20/2019 11:36:31 pm

Looks like an interesting book.
Thanks for the contest. 

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William Quincy Belle link
4/21/2019 07:57:58 am

Thanks to everyone who participated in this tour.

Being an indie author is an uphill struggle.

According to Wikipedia, there are 2.2 million new books published each year, 300,000 in the U.S., 150,000 in the United Kingdom, 20,000 in Canada. The book review section of The Washington Post states they get 150 new titles each day. Each day! What are the chances of anyone getting noticed? Even if somebody has written the next classic, there’s the harsh reality of statistics. Having the public choose any particular book out of the annual American field of 300,000 strikes me as being the equivalent of winning the literary lottery. Congratulations, E. L. James: over 70 million copies of the 50 Shades of Grey trilogy sold.

By the way, the above is about new books published each year. According to Google, there are over 150 million books in existence! Literary lottery, indeed!

There's a lot of junk out there, which means the public is leery of investing their time in anything unknown. Who wants the literary equivalent of bad movie? "I want two hours of my life back." Cheers to the risk-takers who brought E. L. James to the forefront.

Thanks again for spreading the word.

All the best to you in your world. :-)

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Jerry Marquardt
4/21/2019 11:44:50 pm

I would like to give thanks for all your really great writings, including Metrofloat New York, and wishing the best in keeping up the good work in the future.

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