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Researchers at Columbia University created an evaporation engine, driven by bacterial spores that swell as they absorb moisture from evaporating water. XI CHEN |
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The author could just be the next big thing in literature AND film
BY BRITNI DANIELLE, MARCH 30, 2017|EBONY
Tomi Adeyemi’s novel, Children of Blood and Bone, hasn’t even been released yet and it’s already headed to the big screen, thanks to a blockbuster deal with Fox 2000. Publishers clamored to snap up the 23-year-old’s novel, reportedly resulting in a “whopping publishing deal,” according to Deadline.
Children of Blood and Bone is the first book in Adeyemi’s fantasy trilogy rooted in African mythology, and has been described by some as “Avatar: The Last Airbender meets Black Lives Matter.” According to the writer’s website, the book follows the Orïshas’ struggle to survive after they’re threatened by a power-hungry king.
Here’s what’s listed so far:
With magic, Zélie’s family could stand against the royal guard.
Her people wouldn’t live in fear.
Her mom wouldn’t have hanged from that tree.
Years after the king wiped magic out of Orïsha, Zélie has one chance to bring it back. To do so, she’ll have to outwit and outrun the crown prince, who’s
hell-bent on erasing magic for good.
Children of Blood and Bone is the first book in Adeyemi’s highly-anticipated series and could set the young writer up to be the next big thing in young adult fantasy. The film adaptation is being produced by the folks who brought moviegoers Twilight, Maze Runner, and The Fault In Our Stars, and Fox 2000 reportedly paid close to seven figures for the book’s film rights.
At just 23, Adeyemi could be an important new voice in both literature and film. The Harvard grad not only gives tips to bourgeoning writers about honing their craft, but the Nigerian-American author has also said she hopes her work will inspire young Black girls.
“I want a little Black girl to pick up my book one day and see herself as the star,” Adeyemi wrote on her blog. “I want her to know that she’s beautiful and she matters and she can have a crazy, magical adventure even if an ignorant part of the world tells her she can never be Hermione Granger.” Something tells me Adeyemi is this close to reaching her goal.
**MY TAKE: Glad to read about Afrocentric book-to-film deals especially in the speculative genres.**
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After breaking away from the Planetary Alliance the planet Otar finds it's self on the brink of ruin. In a desperate move, their leader Rotart makes a foolish attempt to terraform the planet Telderan so that he may claim it and relocate the Otarian race. Ancient oracles have been warning Alliance leaders for years that such an attempt would be made and that it would have catastrophic results for planet Earth billions of miles away. Rayna, High Ruler of the Southern Quadrant of Lazon and J'lore Chief Council of Earth's Guardians have been lifelong friends. Although Earth Guardians are considered outlaws by the government Rayna sympathizes with their cause to save the human race. Earth's Guardians is also aware of the impending disaster for earth but Rayna confirms it. Taz, son of the ruthless dictator of Otar is dispatched to clear Telderan of the handful of inhabitants so that the terraforming process can begin. His harsh and heavy-handed ways do not go down well with the settlers and his father's confrontation with leaders of the Planetary Alliance does not fair any better. Only time will tell if the Planetary Alliance's oracles were right.
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Did you hear? On Saturday, we're all dead meat! So, say your goodbyes, Nibiru is on a collision course with Earth and putting plywood over the windows won't help!
Relax folks, this won't happen for a few reasons.
-There is no Nibiru.
-There IS a "theoretical" 'Planet X' (aka Planet 9) but, at its closest pass, it's still about 700AU or 65,100,000,000 miles away - so far away, in fact, that we haven't visually confirmed its existence yet.
-anything THAT big lurking in our inner solar system would've been here before life on Earth, (maybe even before Earth) and noticed a long time ago. If it came from outside, we would've seen it long before it got here, and it would most likely get Deebo'd by Jupiter or Saturn's gravity on its way in.
-last time we were hit by a planet was 4 billion years ago (and from that cataclysmic one-night stand, we got the moon)
-These are just my thoughts, though. What do you guys think?
http://abc7.com/heres-why-some-claim-the-world-will-end-on-saturday/2428453/?sf115016653=1
A new tool in deep learning renders passwords less secure. weerapatkiatdumrong/iStockphoto |
That Friday night, for the sake of appearances, Quincie hung out with some of her track teammates after practice. By ten o’clock, she had enough of the inane conversations, forced laughter, and awkward pauses. She politely excused herself for the night, thankful to be rid of it all. A call came in from Shara while she was driving home, a call she thought about not answering. She turned down her radio.
“Hey, what’s up girl?” she said, and immediately had to pull her ear away from the phone.
“What’s DeAndre’s number?!” Shara yelled, furious about something.
“DeAndre? I thought you were hanging with Steven tonight.”
“I called his cell, and some other bitch answered,” she griped. “He grabbed the phone from her and tried to say it was his sister!”
“Maybe it was his sister.” Quincie tried to stifle her laughter.
“Yeah right,” Shara shot back. “What sister asks, ‘Who’s that bitch, and does she know about our son?” Quincie burst into laughter.
“It’s not funny! Anyway, what’s DeAndre’s number?!”
“Why DeAndre? You haven’t spoken to him since before school started; and why the hell do you think I would have his number?”
“Because DeAndre is Steven’s cousin, and I can use him to get revenge, and I texted you his number that time I went out with him, remember? In case something happened to me.”
“Oh, right.” Quincie exhaled, remembering that, as a safety precaution, they agreed to send one another the cell number of the guy they were going out with so if either one of them went missing, the police would know where to start. It was always Quincie who got the texts, however, since she was never the one going on a date.
“You know you’d only be making a fool of yourself, right?” Quincie advised. “If you took the time to think about things instead of just reacting, you’d—”
“Quincie, please! I need the number, not a damn lecture!”
“I’m driving right now,” Quincie remembered the day her father bought her car; particularly the ten-minute speech he gave about not talking on the phone while driving. “I’m almost home.”
“Pleeeeaaaaasssse?!” Shara begged.
“Oh God, hold on a minute!” Quincie pulled up to a four-way stop sign intersection and decided it was okay to look for the number since there were no cars behind her. After a few moments, she wished she had picked a less-scary place to stop. There was nothing but tall grass and woods in every direction, and it looked as if something would jump out and grab her at any moment. She locked the car’s doors and activated the speaker function on her phone.
“Are you there, Shara?” She asked, checking to make sure that the phone’s audio had switched over.
“I’m here.” Shara’s pitchy voice came back through the speaker.
“Okay, talk to me. I’m stopped in a scary place right now.” Quincie scrolled through her text messages searching for DeAndre’s number.
“I appreciate you,” Shara said.
“You’d better!” Quincie’s voice was trembling a little. The wind had picked up, and she looked around and swore that the dried-out weeds surrounding the intersection were coming to life as they rustled and swayed. She found the number, copied it into a new text message, and sent it to Shara.
“I just sent it to you. Did you get it?”
“What did you say?” Shara asked. “I didn’t hear that.”
“I said, ‘did you get it’?”
“What? Speak into the—” Shara’s voice disappeared in a cloud of static, and then cut out completely.
“Hello?” Quincie looked at her phone and saw that she had no signal. “I’m out of here!”
When she looked down the road, she saw a light building just over the horizon, a light so large and so bright, it looked like the sun rising in the dead of night! It grew in intensity until the source appeared at the top of the hill, washing out the darkness. It slowly made its way toward the intersection where she had stopped.
The intensity of the light caused the transitional lenses in her glasses to darken, which enabled her to make out a large black object at the light's center.
“What kind of car is that?” She asked herself, growing more frightened as she saw that, this ‘car,’ floated just above the ground! The weeds on the side of the road were being pressed flat by some eerie, unseen force generated by the object as it moved.
It came to a stop just across the intersection, directly in the center of the road, blocking her path; its wraith-like blackness was surrounded by brilliant bluish-white light, making it impossible for Quincie to recognize, even from this short distance. When the lights began to overwhelm the shaded lenses of her glasses, she had seen enough, but when she stomped on the gas pedal, nothing happened! She looked down and saw that her dashboard had gone dark. She turned the ignition key but heard only the clicking sound it made in the lock. The car was completely dead! Terrified, she watched the object hover at the opposite side of the intersection, making no attempt to proceed across. She felt the ominous sensation of being watched.
There was a sudden sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach; like the feeling one gets when riding a roller coaster over a drop. She recoiled from something that floated by her face. She lifted her glasses and looked around the inside of her car. She saw all kinds of objects drifting in the cabin; coins, pens, keys, almost the entire contents of her bag, floating as if suspended in water. She let go of her phone and watched it drift out of her hand. It was as surreal as it was frightening. She was relieved when two patrol cars from the Sheriff’s Department came to a screeching halt in the middle of the intersection, directly between her and the strange object. As their car’s lights and sirens flickered and went dark, two deputies jumped out and began shouting at the object from behind their guns. A loud, deep droning noise, like the kind made by a large generator, shook the area, and the outlines of everything that she could see became distorted by the vibrations. That feeling in her stomach got worse, and she could feel her car rising in the air. She looked up and saw the deputies and their cars suspended several feet off the road, by what means, she didn’t know or see. She started screaming; her voice was deafening in her car’s small cabin. She wanted to jump out but was too scared. There was the sharp crack of gunfire as the deputies opened up with their pistols. A series of lights began to strobe all over the strange object, in rapid succession. They mesmerized Quincie, getting brighter and brighter until... https://www.amazon.com/dp/B075Q48MPR
Although the following novella excerpt is in a separate universe from DARK EDGE, I've still been considering publishing within the next few months once the design portion of DARK EDGE has slowed down.
Excerpt- Vacuum Draft Flows Part I
"CHAPT 3
Green means go and the seconds in between become an infinite and hopeless abyss. The abyss consumed the fears, hopes and dreams of all who found themselves in its presence. Regret, that so many things have been left undone and too many things left unsaid. Pain, that there are no more opportunities and this is the absolute end of all things. Finally, bliss once a man or woman can sweat pure adrenaline and testosterone fuels superhuman strength and senses. Human eyes adjust to slits, brows are frowned, teeth are grit and ground into dust, fingers tremble to crush metal held by throbbing palms, muscles twitch and spasm begging for immediate use. Death is but a weak ghost afraid to take the souls due to him, souls so powerful in this moment that even the reaper couldn’t pull them into the abyss before they willingly conceded to perish.
“Fuck Death” whispered Celia. "
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Saturday, September 30, 2017
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NASA's Cassini spacecraft flew through the plumes of Enceladus' geysers several times and gathered information about the particles that may foster life on Saturn's small frigid moon. Credit: NASA/JPL |
Courtesy: ACS Nano DOI: 10.1021/acsnano.7b03073 |
Northern lights as seen over Norway. Credit: Jan R. Olsen |
Kirk Twyman's Common Men: The Last Watcher
by Kirk Twyman
Link: Common Men: The Last Watcher
I know it has been a REAL long time coming but Issue 1 is finally here. You can get it for free on Amazon today and tomorrow. Please enjoy and let me know what you think.