the others – Beware of Monsters

SCREW THIS POST! TAKE ME TO THE BOOK RIGHT NOW!

I’ve been working on the Infinite Timeline for so long that it feels a bit surreal that it’s coming to a close. There’s a sense of relief that I pulled it off, but now it’s release day and I’m feeling a bit squirrely as I await the public’s response. If you’ve read the whole Timeline and love Singularity, please spread the word, not just about this book, but the whole Timeline! I’d love for the concept of a world of books to catch on, but it can’t do that without you, {First Name}. That’s right, I just called you out by name. So post the book’s images, the trailer (below), the banner above, or just share this whole dang e-mail. Let’s make the world notice (or at least the rest of Craig Alanson’s fans)! Now that I’ve humbled myself before you and beseeched your aid, let’s get to the dang book!

SINGULARITY!

What kind of person decides to create an overlapping universe of interconnected books that culminate in four massive crossovers novels?

A. Someone very smart.
B. Someone very dumb.
C. Someone who thinks they are very smart, but are actually very dumb.
D. All of the above.

I’ll give you a hint. It’s the same grade I got in Spanish. Seriously, this was…an undertaking. It put my creativity, memory, and commitment to the test like nothing I’ve done before. It’s sometimes hard to keep track of a handful of characters. Singularity has how many main characters in one story? I haven’t even bothered counting, but the number doesn’t compare to the level of continuity to keep track of, pull together, and make gel. It was daunting, and incredibly fun. As I got to know the characters, I became fond of spending time with them, and watching how they interacted and got along. Hopefully, you’ll have the same familial feeling that I do with all of these characters when you’re done reading Singularity. If you’ve been waiting for this book to come out, you might have already skipped past all this, so I’ll cut my thoughts short here and get to the good stuff!

Prologue

“You know I don’t like coming here, Harry.” Sheriff Albert Godin dusted off his hat, despite it being clean. “Especially for something like this. Even more so at this time of night.”

Godin’s stomach lurched as he looked down at the dead horse, its tongue lolled up atop its snout, as though mocking him from beyond the equine grave. Part of him felt like the creature was staring at him, too, but it had no eyes.

No organs.

No blood.

The cause of death was one or all of those things. There was no evidence about which had occurred first. Aside from the dead animal, and what was missing, there was no evidence at all.

Never was.