Breaking Destiny
Táto e‑kniha
Wealthy businessman Joe Kettleman is on the run from a wife who wants him dead, detectives who want him for a double homicide, and a tumor that wants him for an early grave. Badly wounded and out of options, he slips away to a remote cabin in New Mexico.
When supplies dwindle, Joe is forced to take a perilous journey through the deserts of the Bisti Badlands. Two days into what was supposed to be a five day trek, he comes across a town.
A small city, really. Right in the middle of nowhere. And it's not on any map.
That's when Joe's fate collides with that of a desperate woman, determined to escape the strange city and making wild claims about a genetically-enhanced pandemic that will soon wipe out most of humanity.
She’s delusional, right? Maybe. But to unravel the mystery, Joe will have to find a way to put death on hold.
For fans of Michael Crichton and Blake Crouch, this high-octane sci-fi thriller explores the chilling price of humanity’s quest to control its own genetic destiny.
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❝ …another phenomenal book from Mitty Walters. An absolute gripping novel! ❞
~ The Inside Flap (Episode #44)
❝ A clever, rousing novel… ❞
~ Kirkus Reviews
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Yes, Mitty Walters is a pen name. It's a tribute to James Thurber’s classic, "The Secret Life of Walter Mitty" (1939).
When I read that story, I was a homeless teenager who was never sure where he would be sleeping the next night. I had an instant connection with Walter Mitty. But I always felt like his dark reflection. Walter's wild fantasy life helped him to escape his boring reality. But my fantasy was just to have a boring reality.
Too bleak? Fine.
The truth is I joined the Merchant Marines when I was fifteen. When they asked for ID, I gave them my dead cousin's birth certificate. Next thing I knew I was on a bus headed to Savannah. When I hopped my first freighter, my heart was filled with all kind of romantic notions. But three straight days of puking cajoled me back to reality. I didn't set foot on land for another four months.
The Merchant Marine is not some mysterious gateway to adventure for young lads. It's just work, sweat, and misery. I didn't get marooned on any island, didn't rescue any damsels in distress. I just toiled away pointlessly. The most adventure I had was getting arrested in Thailand with a bunch of drunken idiots that I didn't even know. I learned to speak a little Cantonese while I was in there, though. But mostly I wasted away for eighteen long months. Until the riots began, anyway.
Crud. Too bleak again?
Look. You can be honest. You don't care who I am. You just want to go on a wild ride. I'm cool with that. Just scoop up one of my books and let's bounce!
