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Matt Turner's gift is also his curse...
Hailed as "...the next Michael Crichton" or John Scalzi, Bestselling author Michael Siemsen (The Dig - 2011, The Opal - 2012, A Warm Place to Call Home (a demon's story) - 2013) has amassed quite the following in just a few years. From the unexpected rise of The Dig to #1 Sci-Fi book, to the dark turn of the follow-up, The Opal, no one quite knows what to expect next from this rising new author...and then he releases Frederick [A Warm Place to Call Home], his best received and best reviewed tale yet.
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A mysterious woven metal artifact is found at a paleontological dig in Africa. Mystified experts, confounded by the impossible timeline they get from traditional dating methods, call upon a stubborn young man with a unique talent. Matthew Turner's gift is also his curse: When he touches any object, his awareness is flooded with the thoughts and feelings of those who touched it before him. It is a talent that many covet, some fear, and almost no one understands. Despite being exploited as a child and tormented by the unpleasant experiences imprinted on him from the various items he has "read," Matthew agrees to travel from New York to the forests of Kenya. There, threatened by unknown enemies and helped by a beautiful but prickly ally who begins to understand his strange ability, he journeys back in geological time to make a discovery so shocking that it forces us to rewrite all human history.
continued upward, making many winding twists and turns to avoid the steeper slopes. And in this way they passed another night, another sleep, another night. With each night, the feeling grew that they were close to a new home. What about this spot? Too small for houses. And this? Too far to water. The next night, one of the new, Gritten, went missing. No one saw anything, but all assumed that a flyer had taken him. His mother, delirious with grief, wished to stay in that spot and be taken as
wondering if you would mind a quick demonstration of your ability. Dr. Rheese has legitimate concerns that I would like us to dispel, if you’re willing.” Matt bristled. Was this a person that he wanted to convince? It seemed that Peter had decided so on his behalf. He chided himself for not shaking his head and making clear to Peter that he didn’t want Rheese brought it. “I guess… whatever it takes. What do you want me to do?” “I’d like you to do a read on his hat and tell him something you
looked at him with eyes wide. “Orin,” he said, “return to the house and get Tillyt to help you make-safe.” “What? Where are you going?” she gasped, terrified. “The daylight comes!” “I’ll come quickly, before the sun reaches the mountains. I will tap on the door three times with a stone. Wait for me.” She looked at him in fear, but he squeezed her head and pushed her away. She loped out of sight around the bend in the path. Wil looked at him, confused. “What are you doing?” he asked. “Go to
stormed out of the trailer and stomped to the tent, swearing all the way. “Goddamn bureaucratic bollix!” he snarled. “What’s the deal, Doctor?” Peter asked. “Well, we supposedly have two helicopters on their way, but get this: only one has a searchlight. Backwater idiots. There is also a truck full of Defense Forces troops with bloodhounds on the way, but it won’t be here for four bloody hours.” The teams had gone out and come back twice, not only calling out for Hank, but also searching the
speak, it was in hushed tones and brief. Longer conversations were taken away from the food tent. Felicia broke into silent, quivering sobs periodically and sought reassuring hugs from whoever happened to be closest. She sat next to Matt at one point, keeping a few inches away, and apologized for “whatever happened last night,” then asked if he and Hank were friends. Not wanting to set her off on a fresh crying jag, he said, “Sure, yeah.” Soon they heard a helicopter approaching. Most stood up