Episode 1 Scene 1
I was banging my best mate’s ex-wife when it happened. We—actually, I was about to climax when the room shook. I’d fucked my mate’s ex-missus before—it was far from our first time—but it was the first time the earth moved.
Lights flickered, glasses fell, as ripples shuddered the house. Aftershocks—but we were in the middle of the continent, and earthquakes were rare. I tugged on my shorts and went upstairs. The basement was a bad place to be.
Out on the street, a dozen car alarms were screaming. One had a disembodied voice warning those nearby they were too close and to “back away.” I hated those things; they had dickhead written all over them.
My motorcycle and the one next to it were on their sides. The initial shock had knocked them down. I levered up my bike. It was heavy, as usual. It wasn’t the first time I’d had to pick it up. I did the same for Dave’s ride. He was my next-door neighbor, and he would’ve done the same for me. Besides, a motorbike on its side is truly a sad sight.
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In a post-apocalyptic future, fractured timelines are wreaking havoc on the world. Only a tough, hard-drinking enforcer named Jack Trevayne can hold things together. This is gritty, hard-boiled sci-fi with attitude. The future is complicated. Jack is not.
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In the early twenty-first century, catastrophe strikes, shattering the Earth’s timelines and leaving in its wake a bleak, postapocalyptic future. The world realigns. With the Earth’s past and future fractured, communities desperately cluster together for protection from the marauding War Clans and predatory Scythers. Humanity is under attack from the worst enemy we’ve ever faced: our own kind. In this climate of terror, we need a new breed of enforcer—the Keepers.
Ex-soldier and ex-cop, Keeper Jack Trevayne is armed, surly, and vulgar.
He—together with his sentient motorbike—is the only one who can protect us and keep the timelines clean. He has the skills. He has the attitude. But he’d just rather have a beer . . .