The Girl Who Fell to Earth 4: Cockroach dawn. An edge-of-your-seat thriller. (The Hiding Game books)
by Raechel Sands
on 2018-07-15What if you woke up inside the world’s worst nightmare? It's rock 'n' roll, but Swiss time is running out... 'The Da Vinci Code' meets 'Brave New World,' 'The Hunger Games' and '1984.' — NEW AUTHOR, NEW UK BEST SELLING SERIES.
These edge-of-your-seat, dystopian thrillers plunge you into a labyrinthine wonderland of spying and covert war, and deep inside the souls of a group of A.I.-enhanced women agents, on both sides of the fight, one of them an undetected serial killer.
At the heart of these tales is a much misunderstood love story of two lovers, from a legendary Bronze Age past, who are reincarnated into a contemporary conflict between MI6, the CIA, the KGB, and a fourth, unknown, force. An alternate reality version of the Western World, TGWF synthesizes new age tech & music, political intrigue & murder, with satire, angels, Auschwitz, and an Einsteinian apocalypse.
— Blanka was haunted by memories of her young mother, in ways she could barely acknowledge. A dream of a woman plummeting from a castle window into a river consumed her waking and sleeping. It was her mother—falling from Castle Sant-Angelo—the Vatican Holy Inquisition Headquarters in Rome, into the River Tiber. Then, the dream voices chimed in. One was Bill Clinton’s, President at the time. “The daughter of Admiral William Virgil Maguire, was thrown in that filthy river like so much stinking garbage,” he said. “Who killed Kitty Maguire, John? MI6?" In the dream Blanka was clinging to her mother, bobbing up and down in the river, but her mind was somewhere else far away with those voices in her head. “She is my mother and she’s fucking dead!” she screamed at the voices.
"It wasn’t us,” said another voice, “but it’s complicated.” Blanka recognized it as John Deutch, the Director of the CIA. Deutch kept talking, muttering almost. “It could have been the Fatima secret, we’re not sure. We don’t really know how big it was.”
“Well, she took it to her grave,” Clinton said.
Then the telescope was stripped away and Blanka was in the muddy water with her mother, desperately struggling to save her. “I won’t let you die, I won’t let you die,” she kept repeating. She was holding her, felt the cold of her wet blue dress over her swollen pregnant belly, saw the garrote wound round her throat.
“Hart is one of the good guys," Deutch’s voice continued.
“Frankenstein was one of the good guys," replied Clinton. “It’s the monsters I’m worried about."
— They crossed the medieval courtyard where the last snowflakes fell on Andre Petrov as he rubbed down Blanka’s horse.
“He’s a giant of a man,” whispered Miss Banks.
“Yes he is,” agreed Blanka, pointing up at the constellation Ursa Major as it appeared from behind the clouds: “Another giant–but this one’s a she-bear.”
“Ah, the Big Dipper,” said Miss Banks, clasping Blanka’s hand in hers. “Rebels all the way back to Magna Carta and King John—perhaps even Robin Hood—named it the Starry Plough.”
Nervously, she glanced up at the conference room of the castle, and put her lips to Blanka’s ear. “Some men think they’re giants,” she said. Blanka’s AI eyes stared deeply into Miss Bank’s in surprise. “But really they’re stooges. Things are changing in the world, for the worse. We have to—Blanka, you have to—be very careful. So you don't end up like your mother.”