Title: The Wolf of Descarta
Author: Daniel Pike
Release Date: November 21, 2013
Series: The Dream Box
Publisher: The Zharmae Publishing Press (Zharmae.com)
Jaren Reese is just another red collar, trapped at the bottom of Descarta’s genetic caste system. But in the Dream Box he can forge a new digital identity for himself. In the Dream box, he is Balmus the Wolf Knight.
Balmus has long since carried a torch for the linker Petra but he doesn’t know her, not really. Outside of the Dream Box she is nothing more than a fantasy, a dream that is out of his reach. But Brea is the real thing. A living and breathing person outside of the Dream Box and Jaren needs to decide if he is willing to give up his fantasy for reality.
But when the Dream Box that Jaren depends on crashes due to the evolution of a hostile A.I. life form, a secret military branch commissions a team of gamers and hackers to go back into the corrupted Dream Box to eliminate the threat and Jaren is given the chance of a lifetime, though it comes at a price and Jaren now needs to decide just how much he’s willing to loose because the war about to be waged will be one on two fronts- the corporeal and the virtual.
About the Author:
Daniel Pike is a high school English teacher, author, blogger, and father of two energetic daughters, Aurie and Kiera. He holds a Bachelor of Arts in English Literature from ASU as well as his Masters in Education. His first novel, Repressed Memories, was written when he was 17 years old and high on anime. He openly admits that most of the writing took place in his Algebra class. We may forgive him for that.
His most recent offerings include The Wolf of Descarta, book one in his Dream Box Trilogy
Where to find Daniel:
On his website Pikeknight
On his Facebook page Daniel Pike
On Twitter @PikeKnight
Excerpt from Wolf of Descarta:
"You don't want to end up like them, do you?" It used more inflection now, knelt beside his desk. In a moment it would squeeze his hand with a bit too much pressure and tell him everything was going to be all right. He shivered. Reese could see the contours of the Simbot's face carved out of the dim lighting now, the stark, angular features of a woman in her mid-twenties. Her perfect mouth smiled a bit too widely. Her eyes—its eyes, he corrected—were a cold blue, rimmed with a steady glow of ambiance to appear more human. Its gaze washed over him as if it could probe his thoughts. And in a moment, it would.