Ripped Apart

Geoffrey Arnold

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Ripped Apart is a science-fiction novel about Quantum Twins, Qwelby and Tullia, teenage aliens who interfere with a forbidden experiment and find themselves transported to Earth - Qwelby in Finland and Tullia in Africa. They need help to re-establish their telepathic connection, find each other, avoid capture and return home. They say that their people arrived on Earth 75,000 years ago, were the cause of the development of the human race, and now need the help of those humans if their race is to survive. This gripping page turner, which will appeal to sci-fi fans of all ages, takes the reader on a journey through the unseen worlds of quantum science and alternative states of consciousness. This is the first of a four book series: 'Quantum Twins - Adventures On Two Worlds'. The most interesting aspect is Geoffrey's connection with the Twins. It started one Saturday afternoon when they told him to sit down with pad and pen, then they wrote what became the first nine chapters of Ripped Apart. This makes the series unlike any other science-fiction novel on the market: a story created between the author and real teenage extraterrestrials. Coming from a world of peace and harmony and surviving violence on Earth, they are deeply shocked when their first mental reconnection is violently severed by a teenager on their homeworld. As they remain on Earth, they show their very human nature as they experience the confusion of their first romantic feelings - for humans.

Sujets

• Science fiction

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• Publié par: Troubador Publishing Ltd
• Date de parution: 04 septembre 2018
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781784626570
• Langue: English

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Ripped Apart
Quantum Twins – Adventures On Two Worlds
Geoffrey Arnold

Copyright © 2015 Geoffrey Arnold
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events
and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination
or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons,
living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Contents

Cover


ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS


Quantum Twins Series


ABOUT THE AUTHOR


RIPPED APART


CHAPTER 1


CHAPTER 2


CHAPTER 3


CHAPTER 4


CHAPTER 5


CHAPTER 6


CHAPTER 7


CHAPTER 8


CHAPTER 9


CHAPTER 10


CHAPTER 11


CHAPTER 12


CHAPTER 13


CHAPTER 14


CHAPTER 15


CHAPTER 16


CHAPTER 17


CHAPTER 18


CHAPTER 19


CHAPTER 20


CHAPTER 21


CHAPTER 22


CHAPTER 23


CHAPTER 24


CHAPTER 25


CHAPTER 26


CHAPTER 27


CHAPTER 28


CHAPTER 29


CHAPTER 30


CHAPTER 31


CHAPTER 32


CHAPTER 33


CHAPTER 34


CHAPTER 35


CHAPTER 36


CHAPTER 37


CHAPTER 38


CHAPTER 39


CHAPTER 40


CHAPTER 41


CHAPTER 42


CHAPTER 43


CHAPTER 44


CHAPTER 45


CHAPTER 46


CHAPTER 47


CHAPTER 48


CHAPTER 49


CHAPTER 50


CHAPTER 51


CHAPTER 52


CHAPTER 53


CHAPTER 54


CHAPTER 55


CHAPTER 56


CHAPTER 57


CHAPTER 58


CHAPTER 59


Could the Twins be telling the truth?


The Twins’ adventures continue in:
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
My thanks go to the team that every author needs.
Naomi Sesay who ran the most powerful workshop I have ever attended: The Human Upgrade. It was there I met the Twins who asked me to tell their story. I never expected that to turn out to be four books!
After the Twins wrote what became the first nine chapters, my (best!) handwriting was so difficult to read that all their other adventures have been put on tape. That those words have made it onto paper is due to the indefatigable efforts of Cecily Wheeler, who also taught me African words like muzungu.
Heather Thomas, editor and playwright, whose comments on reading the first draft of the first part of this book amounted to a marvellous course on the technical aspects of writing.
To the friends who bought my first ebook as a result of whose comments I took it out of publication and engaged a professional editor.
Judith Henstra, my editor, whose advice and comments have been and continue to be invaluable. Caroline Swain who proof reads and copy edits. I have made some changes since she did that, so any errors are mine.
And now, even with self publishing, an author can have a publisher. I have a great team at Matador. Discovering just what is involved to do it properly makes me very happy that I cancelled my first, all-by-myself, eBook.
Trevor Stevens, who built the framework for the Twins’ main website and taught me how to fill it. Anna Langa for the website for Ripped Apart. Francine Beleyi for marketing instruction. All three and Cecily Wheeler for their support and interest throughout the years, and patience as each tries to teach me aspects of the ‘modern communication techniques’ of their own professions.
Through it all there is my wife, who gives me the space and time it takes, on holiday and then at home. And from whom, on our nights out, the twins have learnt the dance steps to most of the popular music of the 60s and 70s.
Quantum Twins Series

Ripped Apart
Hunted
Betrayed
Rebellion
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Born in Cheltenham, Geoffrey Arnold moved around the country during his career as one of HM Inspectors of Taxes - better known then by his full name of Geoffrey Arnold-Pinchin, and for his bright ties; which included The Scream, he likes all sorts of art; Tom & Gerry, he prefers silent cartoons; The Pink Panther playing tennis, his favoured sport; part of the score of Finlandia, he likes a wide range of music; and an ‘in your face’ saxophone.
He lives in Birmingham with his wife and near his children and grandchildren, which means he only has to wait for one person to leave the house before he retreats to his insulated, neighbour-friendly loft with his saxophones and clarinet. The other half of his family lives in Somerset, providing him with a perfect writing retreat amongst more youngsters.
Before young children came along, he spent many years working with youngsters, then in amateur theatre and politics.
Now, he is a Medium, Astrologer, Counsellor, NLP Master Practitioner, Life and Business Coach, and very occasionally a Tax Consultant - gamekeeper turned poacher!
He says that meeting the Twins has made a major impact on his life, not least in trying to keep up with the science behind the stories they tell him. More of that on:
www.quantumtwins.co
&
www.quantumtwins.co/blog
where he would love to hear from you.
Geoffrey’s personal website: www.geoffarnold.co.uk
RIPPED APART
Welcome to The Story the Twins have told me. They do not consider this to be a work of fiction.
CHAPTER 1
A MYSTERY
Out of pale blue ovals, two pairs of large, purple eyes stared at each other. They glowed as the twins recalled the previous evening’s discussion with their parents. They rolled out of their beds, slipped on their dayrobes and made their way to the main window of their attic domain. The view was what they wanted to see. After five continuous days the snow had stopped falling.
<At last!! We can start on The Mystery. We’ll reroute the primary Neutron Emitter then…> Realising how enervated they were becoming they stopped thoughtsharing. They did not dare let their parents overhear their plans, or worse, have them discover that their children had worked out how to disable the security around the attic in Lungunu.
Lowering their energies they thoughtsent to their respective halves of the window to open, and leant out searching for a glimpse of Lungunu, the home of their father’s great aunt and great uncle. Living far out in the countryside there were no houses nearby to spoil the view. As far as their eyes could see, everything was covered in a thick white blanket, sparkling under a clear blue sky. With only two days to go to the winter KeyPoint, the longest night of the year, they were expecting to see strange lighting effects in the sky above the house, even though it was several kilometres away. Nothing.
Disappointed, Tullia turned to her twin. ‘Do you think it snowed on Auriga?’ she asked wistfully. She added the thought that she was just wondering, so as to stop him snapping back asking how did she expect him to know.
‘We know almost nothing about our original homeworld and little about the lives of the Auriganii,’ Qwelby replied. ‘I don’t understand why there’s so little information in the Racial Memory Archives.’
‘It’s over a hundred thousand sun cycles since we, well they, left there!’
‘But that’s it. The records refer to sun cycles. That must be their year. We don’t even know how long that was!’ he said, adding feelings of frustration to his thoughts.
As with all young Tazii, their genes tightly controlled the release of hormones at the time of each rebirthday. At fifteen and a quarter years old they were at the beginning of the fourth phase of their second era, when the genes that had been activated required them to explore the meaning of home and roots. Whilst they had some special friends, both boys and girls, it would be nearly two years before they would experience the first stirrings of feelings towards the concept of a deeper relationship with a boy-friend or girl-friend.
Lost in thought, they pulled their heads back in and initiated closure of their halves of the window.
The two soft chimes of the halves closing jerked them out of their reverie. They turned to look at each other. Their purple orbs flared, and they raced across the room, threw themselves onto and down the two twirlypoles, across the hall and into the kitchen, a dead heat, as usual.
Their parents looked up, shaking their heads at the exuberance. Shandur, their father took after the men in the family. He was tall and well built with a full head of prematurely greying, dark brown hair that fell to just above his shoulders, as was the custom for men. He was dressed in his usual style when at home in a lightweight, soft round neck sweater and trousers, today’s choices being plain olive over tan.
Mizena, their mother was shorter than average with a sturdy build that came from all the time she spent working on the gardens and farms of both her own home and that of her husband’s great aunt and uncle. Ready for work, she was wearing a lightweight polo neck in a range of browns and greens, shot through with splashes of orange, and dark green trousers which she would tuck into boots when outside.
‘Mum Dad the forecast was right it’s stopped snowing the sky is clear its not our day this tenday to be in college and you s