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Sample of my new Novel
Chapter One: The Experiment
The hum of machines filled the dimly lit laboratory, the green glow of CRT monitors reflecting off metallic surfaces. Zane Carver stood at the center, his fingers hovering over a series of analog dials and switches. The year was 1996, and he was about to change everything.
Or at least, he hoped he would.
Jolene. Her name alone was enough to send a ripple of pain through his chest. It had been a year since she was gone, and still, her absence gnawed at him like an open wound. He wasn’t trying to move on—he was trying to undo fate.
"Zane, are you even listening?" Dr. Raymond Foster’s voice snapped him back to the present. Foster leaned against the workstation, arms crossed, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern.
"Yeah," Zane muttered, though his attention was already back on the experiment.
The concept of quantum displacement emerged. The theory posits the existence of parallel universes that run adjacent to each other, exhibiting similarities and differences in both significant and subtle ways. If the math was right—if his calculations were correct—then the machine humming in front of him wasn’t just a glorified power sink. It was a key.
There was a key to a world where Jolene was still alive.
Foster sighed, rubbing his temples. "You realize what you’re attempting has never been tested, right? This isn’t time travel, Zane. You’re not going to bring her back."
Zane ignored the comment. "Theoretically, it should work. If infinite realities exist, then there’s at least one where she’s still alive. One where things happened differently."
"And what if you land in a world where you don’t exist? Or worse, one where something is waiting for you?" Foster’s voice lowered. "You don’t know what’s on the other side."
Zane hesitated. He had run every scenario in his head, but there was no room for doubt. "I can’t stop now. I have to know."
He turned back to the machine. He flipped one final switch. He activated the final dial. The resonance field crackled to life, and the room was bathed in a violet glow. A high-pitched whine filled the air, growing in intensity. Zane’s heart pounded.
As the resonance field intensified, casting eerie violet light across the lab, Zane felt it—a presence.
A figure briefly stood in the shadows, just beyond the edge of the glowing machine. The figure stood tall, unmoving, observing.
Zane blinked, but as soon as he did, the figure vanished.
Before he could dwell on it, the world blinked out of existence. And he was falling.
A memory surfaced—her laugh, light and teasing, as she playfully nudged his shoulder. “Zane, you overthink everything,” she had said, shaking her head. "We don't need to break everything down into numbers and theories."Sometimes, you just have to leap.”
It had been one of their last conversations, back when life still made sense. This was a time when she was still present.
And then—
There was a sudden burst of light.
The lab around him blinked out of existence.
Zane’s stomach lurched, his body weightless, as if he were falling through an endless void. Images flickered in his mind—things that didn’t make sense, impossible distortions of reality. And then—
Impact.
He was standing. The sensation of solid ground beneath his feet was disorienting, and for a moment, he struggled to focus. The air smelled different—fresher, tinged with something unfamiliar. The hum of the lab was gone, replaced by the distant murmur of traffic.
He turned slowly.
This wasn’t his world.
The city skyline was eerily familiar but wrong in ways that made his skin crawl. A massive skyscraper stood where there should have been nothing but open air. Billboards advertised products that didn’t exist. A movie poster for a film that had never been made loomed over a theater entrance, starring actors he recognized—but in a role that was all wrong.
His stomach twisted. Had he done it?
Then, movement.
Across the street, standing just beyond the glow of a flickering streetlamp, was a figure. Motionless. Watching.
Zane’s breath hitched.
The Observer had arrived.
Sample of my new Novel
Chapter One: The Experiment
The hum of machines filled the dimly lit laboratory, the green glow of CRT monitors reflecting off metallic surfaces. Zane Carver stood at the center, his fingers hovering over a series of analog dials and switches. The year was 1996, and he was about to change everything.
Or at least, he hoped he would.
Jolene. Her name alone was enough to send a ripple of pain through his chest. It had been a year since she was gone, and still, her absence gnawed at him like an open wound. He wasn’t trying to move on—he was trying to undo fate.
"Zane, are you even listening?" Dr. Raymond Foster’s voice snapped him back to the present. Foster leaned against the workstation, arms crossed, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern.
"Yeah," Zane muttered, though his attention was already back on the experiment.
The concept of quantum displacement emerged. The theory posits the existence of parallel universes that run adjacent to each other, exhibiting similarities and differences in both significant and subtle ways. If the math was right—if his calculations were correct—then the machine humming in front of him wasn’t just a glorified power sink. It was a key.
There was a key to a world where Jolene was still alive.
Foster sighed, rubbing his temples. "You realize what you’re attempting has never been tested, right? This isn’t time travel, Zane. You’re not going to bring her back."
Zane ignored the comment. "Theoretically, it should work. If infinite realities exist, then there’s at least one where she’s still alive. One where things happened differently."
"And what if you land in a world where you don’t exist? Or worse, one where something is waiting for you?" Foster’s voice lowered. "You don’t know what’s on the other side."
Zane hesitated. He had run every scenario in his head, but there was no room for doubt. "I can’t stop now. I have to know."
He turned back to the machine. He flipped one final switch. He activated the final dial. The resonance field crackled to life, and the room was bathed in a violet glow. A high-pitched whine filled the air, growing in intensity. Zane’s heart pounded.
As the resonance field intensified, casting eerie violet light across the lab, Zane felt it—a presence.
A figure briefly stood in the shadows, just beyond the edge of the glowing machine. The figure stood tall, unmoving, observing.
Zane blinked, but as soon as he did, the figure vanished.
Before he could dwell on it, the world blinked out of existence. And he was falling.
A memory surfaced—her laugh, light and teasing, as she playfully nudged his shoulder. “Zane, you overthink everything,” she had said, shaking her head. "We don't need to break everything down into numbers and theories."Sometimes, you just have to leap.”
It had been one of their last conversations, back when life still made sense. This was a time when she was still present.
And then—
There was a sudden burst of light.
The lab around him blinked out of existence.
Zane’s stomach lurched, his body weightless, as if he were falling through an endless void. Images flickered in his mind—things that didn’t make sense, impossible distortions of reality. And then—
Impact.
He was standing. The sensation of solid ground beneath his feet was disorienting, and for a moment, he struggled to focus. The air smelled different—fresher, tinged with something unfamiliar. The hum of the lab was gone, replaced by the distant murmur of traffic.
He turned slowly.
This wasn’t his world.
The city skyline was eerily familiar but wrong in ways that made his skin crawl. A massive skyscraper stood where there should have been nothing but open air. Billboards advertised products that didn’t exist. A movie poster for a film that had never been made loomed over a theater entrance, starring actors he recognized—but in a role that was all wrong.
His stomach twisted. Had he done it?
Then, movement.
Across the street, standing just beyond the glow of a flickering streetlamp, was a figure. Motionless. Watching.
Zane’s breath hitched.
The Observer had arrived.
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