Finalist in the 2014 Book Pipeline Contest
Description:
--Travel to the future - it will only cost you everyone you love.--
Attacked and injected with a drug which slows his metabolism to a fraction of normal, Martin James becomes an unwilling time traveler who hurtles through the years. His children grow up, his wife grows older, and his only hope is finding the people who injected him in the first place- not an easy task when one day for Martin lasts four years. And while Martin James strives to find a cure before everyone he loves is gone, others are uncertain if his journey can be stopped at all.
W. Lawrence weaves a dystopian future filled with the best and worst of humanity, highlights the blessings and curses of technology, and pushes the limits of faith and hopelessness. Above all,Syncing Forward is a tale of one man's love for his family, and their devotion to saving him from being lost forever.
PURCHASE
Excerpt:
Bella’s
sentences were all blended together, and before I could respond she was being
pulled from the room by my wife. I blinked hard and flapped my eyelids to keep
them from stinging and—hopefully—to clear my head. I tried yawning to pop my
ears, thinking perhaps they were clogged. A second later Dave stood by the
bedside, shaking my arm.
“Martin
Martin are you okay can you hear me what’s wrong Buddy you’re not looking so
hot can you please just say—” Dave was talking as if on fast-forward, his words
riding one upon another.
“Slow down,” I started to say,
trying to cut through their rapid speech and the concern on their faces. “I
feel very strange—”
“Martin why are you talking so slow do you understand what
I am saying?”
Amara had been standing in the doorway, watching the chaos
from a distance after being yanked into the hallway by somebody on the staff.
She ran back into the room with the hospital worker chasing after her. “Daddy
why are you talking like that are you fooling around you’re fooling right come
on Daddy tell the truth you are playing right you are pretending right Daddy?”
“No, sweetie, I’m not. I don’t—” I couldn’t even finish
one sentence as the girls kept talking over me. The woman grabbed Amara with
both hands and pulled her kicking and screaming from the room, her face flushed
with anger as they rapidly sank backward toward the hallway. “Let go of my
kid!” I tried to yell, but the command stalled in my throat and sputtered out
like a whisper.
“Leavehimaloneleavehimalonenowstopit!”
“We’vegottotransporthimtothelabrightnow . . .”
“Wherearewemovinghimto?”
“Ma’amyouneedtocalmdownandtakeyourchildrenoutofhere—”
The room became a swirl of battered sentences strung
together and overlapping. The doctors and nurses took the foreground, asking me
questions, never waiting long enough for me to answer. For
split seconds I could catch the movement behind them. Miranda was holding onto Amara now, dragging her from view. The hospital worker was bent over the crying face of Bella.
split seconds I could catch the movement behind them. Miranda was holding onto Amara now, dragging her from view. The hospital worker was bent over the crying face of Bella.
“Belladon’tworryyourfatherisgoingtobefinethesemenareheartohelphimit’sokayit’sokaydon’tbescaredcomeonlet’sgowithyourmomandsisterokay?”
“. . .
thereisnosignofastrokewe’veplacedacalltoLangleyyesIunderstand . . .”
“. . . sealoffthisareafromvisitors
. . .”
“. . . goingtoneedtotransporthim
. . .”
Life turned sideways as they wheeled my gurney from the
room and raced to the rooftop. Tears were building in my eyes again. I had to
resign myself to quick glimpses of the world as I shut my lids and peeked from
behind them when something caught my ear or moved me enough to rouse my
curiosity.
By the time they got me into the
medivac helicopter, I finally understood what Bruchmuller had injected me with.
Those four syringes were the culmination of what these doctors had been
researching. The world wasn’t speeding up; I was slowing down.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
W
Lawrence was born in San Francisco, California, and moved two dozen times
before settling in Pennsylvania with his extraordinarily patient wife and two
precocious daughters. He wants a boy dog. He works in the world of corporate
security as an investigator and professional interviewer/interrogator.
Lawrence
is obsessed with 5K zombie runs, comes home empty-handed from hunting turkeys,
and loves non-fiction books about pirates. He has no problem reconciling that
his two favorite shows are Downton Abbey and The Walking Dead.
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