AFTER FIVE YEARS OF SILENCE, NICHOLAS REID’S VISIONS ARE BACK.
The yellow diamond. The counting chorus. A place he’s never seen before.
Nicholas has experienced his “spells” many times, never understanding what they meant. But when they lead him to Kat and a secret society with para-natural abilities called the Listeners, he believes he may finally be close to deciphering the truth behind his visions.
But all is not well with the Listeners. One ruthless faction seeks the Untether, a relic rumored to free the Listeners from their city-prison of New York, while another — spearheaded by Kat and her mentor Madam — fights to protect it.
As the Listeners’ teeter on the edge of civil war, Nicholas’s visions grow more frequent and more troubling, and Nicholas starts to suspect the truth is far worse than he could have ever imagined…
Untethered is a gripping blend of urban fantasy and psychological thriller, and the introduction to a secret world of uncanny cities, clandestine encounters, and mystical abilities. It is perfect for fans of Neil Gaiman, V.E. Schwab, and Stephen King.
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The layoffs were already news. “Tech Giant Axes 70% of Staff in New York,” went one headline, followed by a somber forecast of how many more jobs would be lost to automation in the decade ahead. It wasn’t supposed to go this way. Nicholas had done everything he could to stand out and to be special in the world—he had studied hard, sacrificed his social life all throughout college, and then clawed his way to a position at a top tech firm—but now he felt more worthless and disposable than ever.
The pile of torn cards grew. It was a heap of kindling now, flanked by a grove of empty glasses. Ten years of titles were on those cards, tracing Nicholas’s journey from glorified call center rep all the way up to senior associate of operations and analytics, a job that had earned him a coveted weekly audience with his firm’s senior staff, where he presented a cheat sheet version of other people’s work. Then, after more than two years of that sycophancy Nicholas walked blindly into a Friday morning firing with his boss and a pantsuit from human resources. No severance, immediate dismissal.
Good luck and fuck off.
Nicholas rose from the scuffed marble bar and shielded his eyes from a brass chandelier missing one of its polyhedral shades. The Metropolitan was where he had come to celebrate his first day of work so long ago; it seemed a fitting place to commemorate his last. But, like Nicholas, it too had seen better days.
The restroom on the ground floor was out of order, forcing Nicholas to use the one downstairs. He was washing his hands when it started, a faint hiss at the back of his skull that threw off his inner-ear balance, and when he stepped out of the men’s room, he was somewhere else.