About Resonance
by Jack Sunday
64 pages / 28400 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-595-0, 1-60370-595-3
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Stockton doesn't remember much before The City, but one thing he does know is that he's a part of her in a way he can't explain. His sanity is already in question, but Stockton begins to doubt it even more when he wakes up on the doorstep of an attractive stranger named Rhodes who is not all that he seems. As each question leads to another, and every mystery deepens, Rhodes becomes the unlikely cornerstone of Stockton's sanity and much more.
With two rival factions hunting Stockton for their own designs, dark creatures out for his blood, and death a touch away, will Stockton and Rhodes survive to find the answers they seek?
Review
Jane Davitt, author of Wild Raspberries, writes: 'Resonance' by Jack Sunday is an intriguing, at times surreal look at a future twisted askew from our own, peopled by forces both benign and malevolent. Walking through this world is Stockton, deeply, intuitively aware of so much that the world around him is not, a fighter, a defender of his beloved City. When he wakes in the home of a man called Rhodes, an unexpected ally and lover, his story takes a turn toward an ending neither he nor the reader expect as truths are revealed and more secrets emerge.
Wildly imaginative and with a dizzying scope, this unusual story is captivating and unusual in both its premise and its main character and it stayed with me after I finished it.
Sample
“And that’s it?” Rhodes asked. “Like that, you’re going?”
Stockton frowned at the door then, rolling his eyes, started to turn around to tell Rhodes exactly what it was Stockton was ‘like’. Among which being something with very little patience.
But Rhodes met him halfway, moving fast and quiet, and his hands were already on Stockton’s shoulders before he could react. Before he could feel cheated that he hadn’t realized Rhodes could move like that, or concerned that there had been no spark of warning from that dark place in his mind.
“What are you—“ Stockton started to say but again Rhodes met him in the middle, pressing his mouth to Stockton’s in a kiss meant to bruise.
There was a confusing moment where Stockton’s brain tried to register and confront what was happening before giving up altogether. Rhodes’ hands were cool through the thin fabric of the jacket, and one thumb had snuck beneath the collar to stroke at Stockton’s throat, the nail scratching slightly. Rhodes tasted bitter with coffee and Stockton sought out the flavor with his tongue, nipping at Rhodes’ bottom lip as it pleased him. Neither man closed his eyes.
The kiss turned fierce, with Rhodes pushing at Stockton, trying to bite and grab without stopping the kiss, and the force of it made the door close again as Stockton fell against it. Pulling away then, panting, Rhodes glared at Stockton, defiance and desire making his pupils black and wide.
“You can’t just—“ Rhodes started, and stopped again. He dropped one hand from Stockton’s shoulder, looking at it as if not quite sure how it had got there. His lower lip was red and full.
Stockton felt the grin twist his mouth, baring his teeth, before he saw the reflection of it in Rhodes’ expression. He could feel the bruise blossoming on his back, in the shape of the Yale lock, and found he had little patience left.
“You’ll find that I can.”