Deadly January

I’m having a bit of a January low. Not depressed or anything – just low energy. And I’m bored with editing Blue Into The Moon – which means I’m gonna miss my April launch window.

So in the spirit of ‘fuck that’ I’ve instead been writing a short – 10-12k words – about an assassin who goes to work for the galactic government or something.

Not sure where it’s going yet or the title, but, as I like to do things arse over tit, I’ve designed the cover first.

It’s amazing what I can do with a few crayons. Haha.

The title may or may not change.

What dy’all think of the name? I want it to be kinda naff but not too naff.

Is it a keeper or not?

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“…a thoroughly enjoyable read. I highly recommend it to anyone who enjoys both science fiction and murder mysteries…a fast-paced, well-written, original and intelligent story.” -BillieO

“Heritage does a great job creating a setting and characters that are distinct and relatable. Then the twists come, fast and furious… a real “who-done-it.” -Rev Gurley

“A truly awe-inspiring story…Vatic was a great character to base this book on and he thoroughly had me from beginning to end… Kudos to the author for writing such a wonderful story.” –Dionne Washington

“…an immensely entertaining story. Fast-paced doesn’t adequately describe it.” –Michelle Zeplin

“I absolutely loved this fast paced, intriguing, suspenseful, Science-Fiction, Futuristic novel… This un-put-down-able book will have you reading late into the night… a tale of espionage to rival many greats in this particular genre… great descriptives, intelligent plots and suspense to keep you enthralled, you certainly won’t be disappointed.” –Renee Spyrou

“A good fast read that will keep you on edge guessing!” -lcsdr60

 “…the pace and intrigues are such that putting the book down becomes secondary to finding out what happens next!…From the intelligent, complex and likely half mad character that is Vatic, to a plot steeped with plenty of tradition.” -Mark Rossiter

“Starts at a frenetic pace and the action doesn’t really let up…a well written whodunnit set in space.” –Amazon Customer

“This is a great read. I am not normally a sci-fi fan but Kev Heritage has put it all together. It is exciting…with unique characters and enough space dust to track but not reveal the clues.” -Denis E. McGrath

“…kept me captivated all the way through! The main character, Vatic, is wonderfully complex and his abilities are definitely cool.” -Madam Ediotte

“…ingeniously thought out, with convincing characterisation and some wonderful touches of detail, brought in deftly enough not to slow down a taut and gripping narrative.” -Makepeace McEvoy

“You won’t put it down until you know the truth!” -Kay Boyle Smith

“You are a willing captive, unable to relinquish control until the very end of the journey… and then you want to relive the experience.” -Selena Orseau

No memory, half-dead and 100% in your face…

Top Company scientist, Chen Jelinek, has committed suicide.

Vatic, a half-alive empath with no memory of who or what he is, will die in six-hours if he can’t find out why—or so the Company tells him—an ‘added incentive to get the job done’.

Our hero soon discovers he is one of the Skilled, a genetically enhanced human revered and despised in equal measure—a bloodhound with a terrifying past who’ll stop at nothing in his pursuit of truth.

And ‘the Skilled always get their guy’… don’t they?

VATIC – “an action-packed burn of a read” –  a science-fiction
mystery that will keep you on the edge of your seat.

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Gritty, intense, and compelling, Vatic is something you don’t run into often enough in Sci-Fi–a cerebral thrill ride you don’t want to end.”
-Michael Bunker, US TODAY Bestselling author of Pennsylvania

“Legitimately, one of the best books I’ve read since Ready Player One… Prepare to lose sleep reading Vatic!.. Delicious Sci-Fiction!…The best thing since Wool!”
-Kate Danley, US TODAY bestselling author

“Kev Heritage’s uncanny sense of pacing and story puts him at the forefront of today’s speculative fiction writers.
-Samuel Peralta, Amazon bestselling author and creator of The Future Chronicles

“Gritty, detailed and unrelenting–Vatic will take you on a wild ride.”
-Peter Cawdron, International Bestselling author of Science Fiction

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Vatic - a flat out burn of a readIt’s finally here! Vatic has arrived. And I can go and have a long-earned lie down!

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Cheers,

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VATIC – an action-packed burn of a read –  a science-fiction mystery that will keep you on the edge of your seat.

“Gritty, intense, and compelling, Vatic is a something you don’t run into often enough in Sci-Fi–a cerebral thrill ride you don’t want to end.”Vatic - by Kev Heritage -Michael Bunker, US TODAY Bestselling author of Pennsylvania

“Legitimately, one of the best books I’ve read since Ready Player One… Prepare to lose sleep reading Vatic!.. Delicious Sci-Fiction!…The best thing since Wool!”
-Kate Danley, US TODAY bestselling author
 
“Kev Heritage’s uncanny sense of pacing and story puts him at the forefront of today’s speculative fiction writers.”
-Samuel Peralta, Amazon bestselling author and creator of The Future Chronicles
 
“Gritty, detailed and unrelenting–Vatic will take you on a wild ride.”
-Peter Cawdron, International Bestselling author of Science Fiction

No memory, half-dead and 100% in your face…

Top Company scientist, Chen Jelinek, has committed suicide.

Vatic, a half-alive empath with no memory of who or what he is, will die in six-hours if he can’t find out why—or so the Company tells him—an ‘added incentive to get the job done’.

Our hero soon discovers he is one of the Skilled, a genetically enhanced human revered and despised in equal measure—a bloodhound with a terrifying past who’ll stop at nothing in his pursuit of truth.

He is unceremoniously dumped at the Company’s most prestigious labs, where he meets the ‘best-of-the-best’—scientists at the pinnacle of their profession—and the pompous and annoying facility Director, Anton Frederix.

Vatic is not welcomed with open arms—the over-indulged base experts try to hinder his investigation rather than give him the help he requires. But Vatic is not the type to give up easily, especially when his life depends on it.

And just what is the mystery surrounding the black flowers found in the vast hydroponics domes, the alien mould cultivated by the lab’s Director, and the base-wide system failure threatening everyone’s lives? If Vatic knows one thing, it’s that he’s the guy to solve this, no matter how complicated or messed up it may be.

With time running out, Vatic must use all of his genetically modified wits to survive. And ‘the Skilled always get their guy’… don’t they?

 

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So here it is, the updated cover for the print version of VATIC, complete with some lovely quotes from bestselling authors: Michael Bunker, Kate Danley, Samuel Peralta and Peter Cawdron.

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Amazon Kindle Launch December 6th!!!!!

VATIC is now available on pre-sale at Amazon for only $0.99/£0.99

ORDER YOUR COPY NOW!

Amazon US
Amazon UK

VATIC - a sci-fi mystery by Kev Heritage http://kevheritage.comVATIC

“Gritty, intense, and compelling, Vatic is a something you don’t run into often enough in Sci-Fi–a cerebral thrill ride you don’t want to end.”
-Michael Bunker, US TODAY Bestselling author of Pennsylvania

“Legitimately, one of the best books I’ve read since Ready Player One… Prepare to lose sleep reading Vatic!.. Delicious Sci-Fiction!…The best thing since Wool!”
-Kate Danley, US TODAY bestselling author
 
“Kev Heritage’s uncanny sense of pacing and story puts him at the forefront of today’s speculative fiction writers.”
-Samuel Peralta, Amazon bestselling author and creator of The Future Chronicles
 
“Gritty, detailed and unrelenting–Vatic will take you on a wild ride.”
-Peter Cawdron, International Bestselling author of Science Fiction

No memory, half-dead and 100% in your face…

Top Company scientist, Chen Jelinek, has committed suicide.

Vatic, a half-alive empath with no memory of who or what he is, will die in six-hours if he can’t find out why—or so the Company tells him—an ‘added incentive to get the job done’.

Our hero soon discovers he is one of the Skilled, a genetically enhanced human revered and despised in equal measure—a bloodhound with a terrifying past who’ll stop at nothing in his pursuit of truth.

He is unceremoniously dumped at the Company’s most prestigious labs, where he meets the ‘best-of-the-best’—scientists at the pinnacle of their profession—and the pompous and annoying facility Director, Anton Frederix.

Vatic is not welcomed with open arms—the over-indulged base experts try to hinder his investigation rather than give him the help he requires. But Vatic is not the type to give up easily, especially when his life depends on it.

And just what is the mystery surrounding the black flowers found in the vast hydroponics domes, the alien mould cultivated by the lab’s Director, and the base-wide system failure threatening everyone’s lives? If Vatic knows one thing, it’s that he’s the guy to solve this, no matter how complicated or messed up it may be.

With time running out, Vatic must use all of his genetically modified wits to survive. And ‘the Skilled always get their guy’… don’t they?

 

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 BLOG-vatic-InnerPAIN LIKE I’ve never felt before. Agony. Shuddering through me in wave after wave. I’m trapped under a great weight, unable to open my eyes, unable to move. Cold and shivering—frozen to the core. My legs and arms are twisted into tight knots, as if I’m rolled up into a ball, yet I’m lying flat, pushed down onto a hard, uneven surface stabbing into my back and spine.

I’m underwater—surrounded by a thick cloying liquid. Despite the freezing cold, my chest burns with a desperate need for oxygen. The sensation turns into a raging fire. My mouth bursts open and, like a dam riven by a series of underwater explosions, I’m coughing one lungful of fluid after another. The sound is muffled, distant—unconnected.

The crushing weight disappears, my face is uncovered and I snatch at the air, hacking and gasping. The cold recedes from my limbs, replaced by a slow warmth crawling through me with the sluggish thud, thud, thud of my heart. And with the pounding beat comes more agony. Every capillary in my skin stings like hot acid. Muscles pulling against one other, dragging my joints apart. Tearing and snapping.

Something yanks at my head. My eyelids peel open. I see nothing more than vague blurs. I don’t care—my ears are full of a lunatic’s screams. A dreadful, screeching sound. With shock, I realise the screams are coming from my own throat. I try to close my mouth, yet the pain is too much. I scream again.

“For fuck’s sake, shut him up!” The voice comes from everywhere and nowhere. A man. Gruff, unfeeling and urgent.

Another voice, by my ear. Female, strained and under pressure: “This will help.”

A needle jabs me in the crease of my arm, releasing a heavy, soporific liquid that sprays into my heart and lurches down my arteries. Staunching the fire. Soothing my agonies. I relax, receding into a hypnotic haze.

I must’ve been in an accident—an accident I have no memory of. Everything is lost, even who I am. Only one image comes to me: I see a cheap hotel room with a viewing balcony. Stars hide behind a smoke-coloured fog, twinkling at me. Inside, stands a bed, the bedclothes tossed onto the floor. A black and white picture of a reclining woman with red lips is hung above. Sounds come from the bathroom. A female voice calling to me. And one other thing. I’m carrying a gun. I shake my head, trying to rid myself of the scene. I need to get away, to run—another needle stabs me in the neck and the memory fades.

“How is he?” asks the gruff voice.

“He’ll live, if that’s what you mean,” the woman snaps back. “He was lucky. The Company writes in a ten percent wastage clause on all their hypersleep transports. The carriers see that as carte blanche to rid themselves of one-tenth of their passenger list just to save a few nutrients. His was one of the pods they switched off.”

“And he’s still alive?”

“Unbelievable, but we know what he is.”

“So we did the creep a favour… shit.”

“He’s in a pretty bad way. Half starved. Nearly dead.”

“That doesn’t concern me. How long before you can get him on his feet?”

“A day or two. Three at the most.”

“You’ve got thirty minutes. I want him up and alert.”

The woman’s voice is full of consternation. “Thirty minutes? But that means—”

“I’m not gonna tell you twice.”

 

SOMETIME LATER, I’m sitting on the edge of a bunk in a small windowless chamber. It’s functional, lacking any character. This must be the Medical Bay. The name is far grander than the actual room, which contains nothing more than a few cabinets and a sterilisation alcove. A couple of framed anatomical diagrams—reproductions—try to give the chamber a degree of gravitas, but fail miserably. Off-white paint peels from sagging metal walls held together by massive rivets and bolts. A single harsh light washes out all colour—not that there is any. A background hum suffuses the sound, almost like it’s not there—a Matter Engine. I’m on a ship of some sort.

My mouth feels like a squad of shock-troops have used it for a toilet and my head is a screaming buzz gun, yet I’m over the worst of it.

A trolley full of syringes sits by my bunk, attended by the second voice: a worried looking woman in her late thirties. Ginger hair, dappled with the first hints of grey and out of condition from the recycled atmosphere, is pulled back from her face in a tight bun. Her skin is dry—flakes litter her forehead and cheeks. Large green eyes, slightly too wide apart, occasionally flick in my direction. Checking up on me, caring in a professional way. She’d be a looker given half a chance. Petite hands hold a flickering wafer from which red lights flash, bathing her features in crimson—like she’s blushing. She wears a lab coat over a functional uniform. A crescent on her shoulder tells me she’s a Medic. The woman says nothing, just grunts and curses. She’s under duress, although I admire her manner. With a nod, she puts the wafer down and chooses the next syringe, the next shot.

I take the jab. This time deep into my neck. I feel the fluids enter me, can track them through my body. I can’t tell what they’re doing, yet the deep ache inhabiting my limbs reduces to a more acceptable level.

The Medic goes for another syringe.

I sit and watch, shivering and sweating—thin arms wrapped around myself like a child. Long, shaggy black hair encircles my shoulders and an immense beard tickles my chest. My legs shock me—nothing but skin and bone. I don’t yet know who I am, but I remember my physicality. I’m not tall, though I’ve always taken care of myself. This body is starved. A pale imitation of what I once was. I feel genuine sadness at the loss.

And then a word: Hypersleep. I’ve been in hibernation. The word sparks other memories. The Colonies.

“I’ve pushed everything on a bit,” says the Medic. “You may get the odd headache, but you should be starting to remember.”

I stare at her. “Hibernation?” The simple effort of speaking tightens my throat and I start coughing again.

The barest of nods, her lips pressing together in a muted frown. “I brought you out fast and hard. Sorry for the rough ride. Orders.” Her voice is typical of her profession. Curt and informative, yet softer than I expected. I sense anger and bitterness. She’s been forced into this.

Finally, the dreadful hacking ceases. “Where the hell am I?”

“The Company. Where else?”

Thoughts race into my mind: anger, resentment and loathing. I can’t remember who I am, but I know this organisation inside and out.  “I hate the damn Company.”

Her head tilts to one side, the frown turning into a grin. “Yeah, we all do. Lean back.” The Medic pushes me down with a surprisingly strong hand. “You’d better hold still for this. The procedure isn’t as bad as you may think.”

I flatten myself on the hard bunk.

“Stare forward. First your left, then your right eye.” She stands over me and brings up a syringe.

I grab her wrist. “Not in a million years!”

If she’s scared, she doesn’t show it. “You wanna go blind?” Her voice is as perfunctory as it ever has been.

“Don’t ask me stupid questions.”

“I’ve two grunts outside who will be more than happy to come and hold you down, or you can man-up and take your medicine. Your choice?”

The threat isn’t an empty one—I believe she will do what she says, although her green eyes remind me this isn’t her decision. The curt redhead isn’t deliberately trying to hurt me. I let her go.

I don’t feel anything as the needle enters my pupil. A quick squirt and she moves to the other eye. A stab of pain and a burst of mist that clears almost instantly.

“You dealt better with the procedure than I could. Then again… you’re Skilled.”

The word is full of emphasis.

“There,” she says. “You’re done. Mostly.”

I sit back up, blinded by my rough shock of untended hair. “I need a haircut.”

The Medic’s face comes to sudden life. “You sure do.”

Creases appear around her lips. I sense she doesn’t smile often—she seems almost embarrassed. It’s now I notice the Triple Bar. Three horizontal lines sitting under the red crescent on her shoulder. “You’re a Patron?” The Triple Bar is just about the highest rank in the medical profession.

“You’re wondering why someone so highly qualified is stuck on a dumb ship like this? Mine is a long story. I won’t bore you with it. You don’t have the time. But it’s because of me that we were ordered to pick you up. No one else was qualified to pull you out of Hypersleep.”

I look around me. “You got anything to drink?”

“You’ve been given plenty of fluids, so you shouldn’t be feeling thirsty.”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

Metal rasping on metal and a man enters. I haven’t seen him before, yet I recognise him. The first voice. It has to be. A thug resplendent in the light beige of the Company—the colours of all its personnel. An off-white typifying the organisation’s true nature: faded, impure and stained. His rows of medal-braid are also worn, yet there is nothing pale about the man. Bearlike and animal, his hands like sledgehammers—full of power and purpose. A bastard with Company written all over him. I resent him before he speaks a single word. The Medic says nothing, although she shares my dislike. I feel the emotion stabbing out of her in a wave of loathing.

“I see you’re starting to remember,” the man says, his voice sharp like vinegar spat into the eyes. “I’m Strategist Stranng.” He turns his attention to the Medic, his cheeks bulging with angry authority. “How is he?”

The redhead stares at her superior for a few moments. “Ready,” she says. “Took a rough ride, but he handled the procedure.”

The Strategist flicks a look of hatred in my direction. “It’s his type. Can he handle the brief?”

A nod from the Medic. “His memories are still returning. But he’s almost the real deal.”

Stranng produces a wafer and passes it to me.

At first, I ignore him. Not wanting to look.

“Read the damn thing!” Stranng barks. “It’s also your log for the mission. Data-tested and secure. Don’t lose it.”

I take the handheld off him. The wafer is as big as my hand. A screen from which my face floats in 3D. I know the photo is of me. I just do. Thick black hair, a grizzled chin, intense blue eyes staring back. Staring into me. High cheekbones and wide, pursed lips like some digivid of any half good-looking, thirty-something wannabee. I keep going back to those eyes. My eyes. There’s something odd about them. Like I’m wired. Above this disturbing visage: one word: Vatic. The name scythes through me, releasing memories like the scatter of so many stun-gun pellets.

“I’m Vatic,” I say, the croak of my voice less hollow, less painful.

“Yeah. That’s you, all right. One of the Skilled. One of the Chosen—not that I’m a religious man. Far from it.”

I try to give the wafer back to Stranng.

He thrusts out his lower jaw and sneers. “You deaf? The handheld is yours for the duration of the mission. Preloaded with everything you’ll need to know. Or have you forgotten what you are?”

I want to speak again, but can only croak.

“And what on earth were you doing on a colony ship?” he barks, his grey eyes bright and challenging.

The question jars. “I… I wanted to start a plantation,” I finally manage to spit out. “Away from all this shit.” The statement sounds outlandish to my ears. A farmer is the polar-opposite of what I think I am. Yet, I remember the planet Jason. A place of opportunity, of plenty and… escape. Or so the datavids lied. “I have land waiting for me.”

A snort. “Well get this, it turns out that until you put your feet on that poisonous dust-ball you were heading for, you’re still owned by the Company. And it seems they have a job for you.” He turned again to the Medic. “Kit him out in a skinsuit and bring him to the airlock.” Stranng spins around and leaves the room.

I brush the hair away from my face. “Airlock?”

The redhead’s green eyes narrow slightly. “There’s been a death.”

 

THE MEDIC pushes me through the ship, followed by two CPs—Company Policemen. Tight corridors stinking of sweat and piss. Gunmetal painted white. The floor is worn from the passing of many feet and stained with splashes of spilled coffee and space knows what other fluids. We walk past ship personnel. Nervous eyes dart at me—frightened eyes, worried. My attention is elsewhere—I’m trying to remember who and what I am. I wear a simple head-to-foot skinsuit tightly embracing my emaciated frame. Only my face is visible. My long hair and beard, still untrimmed, are tucked inside a tight hood. I feel safe, protected. But it’s more than that—the skinsuit hugs my body in a familiar way.

Hydraulic doors clang shut and hiss open until I arrive at the cargo airlock. A dimly lit square of a room full of discarded equipment. Why have they brought me here?

Stranng arrives. The CPs salute, the Medic a moment behind them. She’s purposely slow—disrespectful—and I’m liking her attitude. Stranng assesses the assembled bodies, taking the required number of seconds that authority dictates, and begins to speak. His eyes sparkling in the relative gloom as if powered by his own inner purpose. “Some scientist has wound up dead at one of the Company’s secret laboratories,” the Strategist says matter-of-factly, as if giving a briefing.

And then I realise… that’s exactly what he’s doing.

“Probably suicide,” he continues. “Almost certainly.” A shrug of muscled shoulders. “Not my call. The Company wants someone Skilled to go investigate—they’ve chosen you.”

That word again. Skilled. I still have no idea what it means. I can’t remember everything yet, although I feel a deep-seated resentment for the Company. “I won’t do it,” I croak through chapped lips.

“You think you’ve got a choice?” Stranng nods to the Medic. “Tell him.”

I’ve no idea why a Patron with a Triple Bar is stuck on this ship with brutes like this, but it can’t be a picnic.

“You’ve got six hours, give or take,” she says. “Six hours before your organs start giving up. You may last a further hour, if you’re lucky.”

“What the hell is this?”

Stranng smirks. “An added incentive to get the job done.”

The Medic continues. “The drugs I gave you, coupled with the accelerated process to bring you out of hypersleep, filled your system with toxins. Not even you can handle that amount of poison without a full blood scrub. I’m sorry.”

Stranng puts his face in front of mine. “A scrub we’re withholding until you do what you’re told to do… Unnerstand?”

I repeat the Medic’s words in my head. Even you can’t handle that. There’s something about me. Something special. And I’ve got six hours to find out what that is. Six hours to do this dumb job. “I’m an investigator?”

A nod from Stranng. “Of a sort.” His mouth curls into a winner’s smile. “If it was up to me, I’d have left you to rot in the hold of your colony ship. Only losers and fools trust the cargo-traffickers—you must have had quite some angle. Judging by the state of you, whatever it was backfired. And now you’re here. Working for the Company again.” The smile turns into a sneer of disgust. “And I thought we’d got rid of your type of scum a long time ago.”

“He’s not scum,” says the Medic. “No matter what he’s done, he’s not that.”

It’s obvious Stranng is not used to being talked to in this way, but he says nothing. Somehow his silence is more threatening than a tirade.

The two-note of the intercom and an efficient voice: “We are now in geo-synchronous orbit above the Karst asteroid, Strategist. We have a two-minute window.”

Stranng’s sneer infects his whole face. “This ship is needed elsewhere, and we’re late. I’ll come back when we get the call from the Company—and not before. You’re to meet with Director Anton Frederix, the stiff who runs the Zeta-Karst Laboratories. He’ll brief you on the situation.”

“Are they coming to pick me up?”

“Not as such. You’re gonna have to find your own way there. You’re about to take a little spacewalk. It’s not far… just head for the nearest rock. That shouldn’t be too hard for someone of your talent.” He thrusts a facemask into my hands and stands back.

“Find my own way? I don’t get it…”

“You’ve got six hours to solve this to the Company’s satisfaction. Personally, I hope to never see you again.

And with that, the inner hatch opens and I’m pushed into the airlock, the door clanging shut behind me.

“What about my air!” I shout. “I’ve got no air!”

Stranng’s face relaxes. He stares at me through the thick glass of the observation window, his eyes glittering as he hits the release button with a punch of his hand.

I have time enough to take a deep breath and attach my facemask before the outer hatch slides aside and I’m ejected into space.

Launch December 6th!!!!!

VATIC is now available on pre-sale at Amazon for only $0.99/£0.99

ORDER YOUR COPY NOW!

Amazon US
Amazon UK

VATIC - a sci-fi mystery by Kev Heritage http://kevheritage.comVATIC

“Gritty, intense, and compelling, Vatic is a something you don’t run into often enough in Sci-Fi–a cerebral thrill ride you don’t want to end.”
-Michael Bunker, US TODAY Bestselling author of Pennsylvania

“Legitimately, one of the best books I’ve read since Ready Player One… Prepare to lose sleep reading Vatic!.. Delicious Sci-Fiction!…The best thing since Wool!”
-Kate Danley, US TODAY bestselling author
 
“Kev Heritage’s uncanny sense of pacing and story puts him at the forefront of today’s speculative fiction writers.”
-Samuel Peralta, Amazon bestselling author and creator of The Future Chronicles
 
“Gritty, detailed and unrelenting–Vatic will take you on a wild ride.”
-Peter Cawdron, International Bestselling author of Science Fiction

No memory, half-dead and 100% in your face…

Top Company scientist, Chen Jelinek, has committed suicide.

Vatic, a half-alive empath with no memory of who or what he is, will die in six-hours if he can’t find out why—or so the Company tells him—an ‘added incentive to get the job done’.

Our hero soon discovers he is one of the Skilled, a genetically enhanced human revered and despised in equal measure—a bloodhound with a terrifying past who’ll stop at nothing in his pursuit of truth.

He is unceremoniously dumped at the Company’s most prestigious labs, where he meets the ‘best-of-the-best’—scientists at the pinnacle of their profession—and the pompous and annoying facility Director, Anton Frederix.

Vatic is not welcomed with open arms—the over-indulged base experts try to hinder his investigation rather than give him the help he requires. But Vatic is not the type to give up easily, especially when his life depends on it.

And just what is the mystery surrounding the black flowers found in the vast hydroponics domes, the alien mould cultivated by the lab’s Director, and the base-wide system failure threatening everyone’s lives? If Vatic knows one thing, it’s that he’s the guy to solve this, no matter how complicated or messed up it may be.

With time running out, Vatic must use all of his genetically modified wits to survive. And ‘the Skilled always get their guy’… don’t they?

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4 days until Vatic is let out of the box!

In just 4 days, Vatic will be let loose on Kindle Unlimited…

Vatic - by Kev Heritage…and I’m asking for your help. Can everyone who received a review copy (in return for an honest review) try and get your Amazon review up (without spoliers please) ready for the launch on Sunday 6th December? I’d love to have 25 advance reviews in place if possible. Presently, as I’m writing this, there are 16! So nine more needed.

Here’s the link for you to post your reviews, with Goodreads if you also have an account (which I suggest you get soon as its a great way to contact readers and authors and share your reviews and thoughts):

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Vatic-Kev-Heritage/dp/1518679145/
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27302333-vatic

Later on this week I will also be contacting all my friends and contacts to ask to help push the launch on their social media etc. If you want to help out, please contact me on this email address: goforit at kevheritage dot com (you should be able to work out what to type).

Until then, it would help me loads if you could start sharing the pre-order links: $0.99/£0.99 & equivalent for your region. Order now before the price goes up.

Amazon US
Amazon UK
Amazon DE
Amazon FR
Amazon ES
Amazon IS
Amazon JP
Amazon BR
Amazon CA
Amazon MX
Amazon AU
Amazon IN

 

VATIC - a sci-fi mystery by Kev Heritage http://kevheritage.comVATIC

“Gritty, intense, and compelling, Vatic is a something you don’t run into often enough in Sci-Fi–a cerebral thrill ride you don’t want to end.”
-Michael Bunker, US TODAY Bestselling author of Pennsylvania

“Legitimately, one of the best books I’ve read since Ready Player One… Prepare to lose sleep reading Vatic!.. Delicious Sci-Fiction!…The best thing since Wool!”
-Kate Danley, US TODAY bestselling author
 
“Kev Heritage’s uncanny sense of pacing and story puts him at the forefront of today’s speculative fiction writers.”
-Samuel Peralta, Amazon bestselling author and creator of The Future Chronicles
 
“Gritty, detailed and unrelenting–Vatic will take you on a wild ride.”
-Peter Cawdron, International Bestselling author of Science Fiction

No memory, half-dead and 100% in your face…

Top Company scientist, Chen Jelinek, has committed suicide.

Vatic, a half-alive empath with no memory of who or what he is, will die in six-hours if he can’t find out why—or so the Company tells him—an ‘added incentive to get the job done’.

Our hero soon discovers he is one of the Skilled, a genetically enhanced human revered and despised in equal measure—a bloodhound with a terrifying past who’ll stop at nothing in his pursuit of truth.

He is unceremoniously dumped at the Company’s most prestigious labs, where he meets the ‘best-of-the-best’—scientists at the pinnacle of their profession—and the pompous and annoying facility Director, Anton Frederix.

Vatic is not welcomed with open arms—the over-indulged base experts try to hinder his investigation rather than give him the help he requires. But Vatic is not the type to give up easily, especially when his life depends on it.

And just what is the mystery surrounding the black flowers found in the vast hydroponics domes, the alien mould cultivated by the lab’s Director, and the base-wide system failure threatening everyone’s lives? If Vatic knows one thing, it’s that he’s the guy to solve this, no matter how complicated or messed up it may be.

With time running out, Vatic must use all of his genetically modified wits to survive. And ‘the Skilled always get their guy’… don’t they?

 

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Two weeks before VATIC goes live!

TWO WEEKS BEFORE LIFT OFF!

December 6th!!!!!

VATIC is now available on pre-sale at Amazon for only $0.99/£0.99

ORDER YOUR COPY NOW!

Amazon US
Amazon UK

I’ve never been this excited about a novel release before. Vatic is getting rave reviews across the board… 

VATIC - a sci-fi mystery by Kev Heritage http://kevheritage.comVATIC

“Gritty, intense, and compelling, Vatic is a something you don’t run into often enough in Sci-Fi–a cerebral thrill ride you don’t want to end.”
-Michael Bunker, US TODAY Bestselling author of Pennsylvania

“Legitimately, one of the best books I’ve read since Ready Player One… Prepare to lose sleep reading Vatic!.. Delicious Sci-Fiction!…The best thing since Wool!”
-Kate Danley, US TODAY bestselling author
 
“Kev Heritage’s uncanny sense of pacing and story puts him at the forefront of today’s speculative fiction writers.”
-Samuel Peralta, Amazon bestselling author and creator of The Future Chronicles
 
“Gritty, detailed and unrelenting–Vatic will take you on a wild ride.”
-Peter Cawdron, International Bestselling author of Science Fiction

No memory, half-dead and 100% in your face…

Top Company scientist, Chen Jelinek, has committed suicide.

Vatic, a half-alive empath with no memory of who or what he is, will die in six-hours if he can’t find out why—or so the Company tells him—an ‘added incentive to get the job done’.

Our hero soon discovers he is one of the Skilled, a genetically enhanced human revered and despised in equal measure—a bloodhound with a terrifying past who’ll stop at nothing in his pursuit of truth.

He is unceremoniously dumped at the Company’s most prestigious labs, where he meets the ‘best-of-the-best’—scientists at the pinnacle of their profession—and the pompous and annoying facility Director, Anton Frederix.

Vatic is not welcomed with open arms—the over-indulged base experts try to hinder his investigation rather than give him the help he requires. But Vatic is not the type to give up easily, especially when his life depends on it.

And just what is the mystery surrounding the black flowers found in the vast hydroponics domes, the alien mould cultivated by the lab’s Director, and the base-wide system failure threatening everyone’s lives? If Vatic knows one thing, it’s that he’s the guy to solve this, no matter how complicated or messed up it may be.

With time running out, Vatic must use all of his genetically modified wits to survive. And ‘the Skilled always get their guy’… don’t they?

 

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Free downloads available all this week!

To celebrate the upcoming release of my sci-fi mystery VATIC on Sun Dec 6th, I’m hosting a free giveaway of a selection of Kindle novels and shorts between Monday 16th and Saturday 22nd of November . That’s right, all the below novels and stories are free for download.

Here are the links, enjoy!


Blue Into The Rip (Into The Rip #1) by Kev Heritage http://kevheritage.comBLUE INTO THE RIP (Into The Rip #1)
A Young Adult, Science Fiction, Climate Change, Time-Travel Adventure.

Getting back home was the only thing that mattered to messed up, mixed race teenager, Blue (named after his stupid, googly blue eyes) – and that was the problem – home was over four hundred years in the past.  

LEARN MORE…

FREE TO DOWNLOAD: 16th-21st NOVEMBER ONLY!
Amazon Kindle US | UK



Mixed-3D-CoverTHE COWL (IronScythe Sagas Omnibus #1)

‘And from the dark unknown came a hooded avenger, a sable-weaved nemesis branded with living iron whose will it was to destroy all works of delving. His name? He had many over his lifetime, but history only remembers him as… the Cowl.’ 

Welcome to the IronScythe Sagas and the world of Arn, where two suns fill the sky and metals are forbidden, dangerous things. And introducing the hooded nemesis of delving himself—the enigmatic Cowl, the wielder of the land’s own avenger, IronScythe.

Fast-Paced Adventure Fantasy

THE COWL OMNIBUS #1 is an exciting new trilogy of linked adventure fantasy novellas featuring:

FLESH GOLEM
THE WEIRDING WAY
GOD GOLD.

LEARN MORE…

FREE TO DOWNLOAD: 16th-21st NOVEMBER ONLY!
Amazon Kindle US | UK


The-Indie-EditorTHE COMPLETE INDIE EDITOR – 55 Essential Copy-edits for the Professional Independent Author.

Welcome to the world of copy-editing – the revision, correction and adaptation of a piece of writing for publication. An edit is the singular name given to an individual edit or group of edits in the process of copy-editing. By working through this guide, you will apply each of the fifty-five edits to your novel.

These Copy-edits include:

*Redundant adjectives & overuse of adverbs
*Over thirty overused words & phrases such as that, it, up/down, was/were, had, even, got, etc.
*Overuse of exclamations and the ellipsis
*Proper use of italics, quotations & capitalisation
*Word pairs & homophones
*How to handle numbers & time
…And descriptions of flow, show not tell, writing tenses, dialogue handling and more.

LEARN MORE…

FREE TO DOWNLOAD:  16th-21st NOVEMBER ONLY!
Amazon Kindle US UK


Balacing the Books - by keve heritage. A Time-Travel Short http://kevheritage.comBALANCING THE BOOKS

A Sci-Fi short:

Time-travel is a dish best served cold…

Dan has a hobby, but if he asks you out for dinner,

you may want to politely refuse…

 

FREE TO DOWNLOAD: 17th-22nd NOVEMBER ONLY!
Amazon Kindle US | UK


GYRE WITCHERYGyre-Witchery
A fantasy short included in ‘FROM THE INDIE SIDE’ anthology.

All Tam wanted was to be loved. Was that so hard? Made outcast because of her green eyes—the sign of witchery—Tamina, a well-meaning simpleton, is shunned by a superstitious people who blame her for the ills that have overtaken their small island.

It was not her fault that she put on weight while the others starved, or that wild animals slinked at her side, or that men and women both desired and despised her. But change was coming, brought upon the back of a terrifying squall…

FREE TO DOWNLOAD: 17th-22nd NOVEMBER ONLY!
Amazon Kindle US | UK

 


 

Please download, read and post an honest review to Amazon and Goodreads.

Kev

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VATIC – now open for early reviews

Vatic - by Kev HeritageEARLY REVIEWS

If you would like to receive a free review copy of VATIC before the official release date of 6th December 2015, please contact me via:

goforit@kevheritage.com 

I’m after honest reviews only, but suitable quotes from your reviews will be included on my Amazon page and in the printed and electronic versions of book.

No memory, half-dead and 100% in your face…

Top Company scientist, Chen Jelinek, has committed suicide.

Vatic, a half-alive empath with no memory of who or what he is, will die in six-hours if he can’t find out why—or so the Company tells him—an ‘added incentive to get the job done’.

Our hero soon discovers he is one of the Skilled, a genetically enhanced human revered and despised in equal measure—a bloodhound with a terrifying past who’ll stop at nothing in his pursuit of truth.

And ‘the Skilled always get their guy’… don’t they?

PRE-ORDER KINDLE VERSION NOW!
Amazon Kindle US | UK

Or buy the print version now!

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The last day…

It’s the last day of my sci-fi mystery novel, VATIC, on Kindle Scout!

Many thanks to all my fans who have put up with me for the last thirty days! I have to admit to having a lot of fun annoying people with my constant newsletters, Facebook and Twitter posts. But seriously, I just wanted to say a big THANK YOU to everyone who helped promote me and my new novel. I really do appreciate it.

And now here we are on the last day. The campaign has had over 1000 page views and has been rated ‘HOT’ for over 200 hours (or 8 and a half days). There’s still a few hours to go and I’m hoping for a few more nominations before close of play.

If you haven’t nominated yet and want to do so – or are just keen to check out what Kindle Scout is all about, simply follow this link: http://amzn.to/1Kto1cO and click on the ‘Nominate’ button.

What is Kindle Scout? Here’s what Amazon say: Kindle Scout is reader-powered publishing for new, never-before-published books. It’s a place where readers help decide if a book gets published. 

If you nominate VATIC and the book is chosen by Amazon for publishing, you will receive an early, FREE COPY! But only if the book is chosen, which depends on the number of nominations. So if you want an exclusive free copy, get as many of your friends as you can  to nominate me.

Any help will be gratefully received.

All the best,

Kev

Vatic by Kev Heritage
No memory, half-dead
and 100% in your face

Top Company scientist, Chen Jelinek, has committed suicide.

Vatic, a half-alive empath with no memory of who or what he is, will die in six-hours if he can’t find out why—or so the Company tells him—an ‘added incentive to get the job done’.

Our hero soon discovers he is one of the Skilled, a genetically enhanced human revered and despised in equal measure—a bloodhound with a terrifying past who’ll stop at nothing in his pursuit of truth.

And ‘the Skilled always get their guy’… don’t they?

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