Discover How I lost Myself In. . .
The Space Between Worlds
This is another of those
books I was attracted to after reading about it on Black Gate Fantasy. And thanks to them, I’ve rather enjoyed myself.
Here’s the cover blurb:
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'My
mother used to say I was born reaching, which is true. She also used to say it
would get me killed, which it hasn't. Not yet, anyway.'
Born in the dirt of the wasteland, Cara has
fought her entire life just to survive. Now she has done the impossible, and
landed herself a comfortable life on the lower levels of the wealthy and
walled-off Wiley City. So long as she can keep her head down and avoid trouble,
she's on a sure path to citizenship and security - on this world, at least.
Of the 380 realities that have been unlocked,
Cara is dead in all but 8.
Cara's parallel selves are exceptionally good at
dying - from disease, turf wars, or vendettas they couldn't outrun - which
makes Cara wary, and valuable. Because while multiverse travel is possible, no
one can visit a world in which their counterpart is still alive. And no one has
fewer counterparts than Cara.
But then one of her eight doppelgängers dies
under mysterious circumstances, and Cara is plunged into a new world with an
old secret. What she discovers will connect her past and future in ways she never
could have imagined - and reveal her own role in a plot that endangers not just
her earth, but the entire multiverse.
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Interesting eh?
And it is. Imagine a post
apocalyptic world struggling to recover from a war that all but ruined the
planet. And while mankind survived, it’s now a world of division. There are
those who live a life of plenty within their walled cities, and those who eke
out an existence in the ruined – albeit it slowly recovering – wastelands
outside.
If you live inside a city,
you have everything you could possibly need: security; safety; the best
hospitals and medical care; education and employment. (You get the idea). Life
is good . . . as well it should be, for the star of their society discovered
the means to travel between dimensions to parallel worlds; a secret process by
which they ‘datamine’ information and technology and anything else that can be
used to improve their own scientific advancement.
But travelling between worlds
is dangerous. That’s why you’ll never find city-dwellers volunteering for the
job. And really, why would they when there’s an endless supply of candidates
just waiting for an opportunity to earn decent money – if only for a short
while – and the possibility of full citizenship if they do well.
Enter Cara, a traverser with
a penchant for survival. As the blurb reveals, of the 380 realities discovered
so far, she’s only alive in 8 of them. Sheer coincidence? Or is there something
more insidious, more duplicitous behind those figures?
Well, we certainly find out
in an engaging adventure that – although set in a bleak and miserable world –
nevertheless lets the sun shine through. It’s a tale about survival. Of love
gone wrong and hope for a better future. Of the determination to improve. To see
things to a conclusion without giving up. Our characters are human. Flawed and
broken. Their interactions are colored by their social, cultural and racial
differences, allowing for an engaging dialogue that keeps things real. Well
placed plot twists and an easy pace keep the story moving along nicely, until
you find yourself at a poignant end that you didn’t quite expect. (Kudos
there).
This is the first book I’ve
read by Micaiah Johnson, and from what I’ve seen, I know it won’t be the last. The Space Between Worlds, a fresh slant
on a well-used trope. And a darn good read to boot!
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