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Excerpt CHIMERA 2: Tentative Title BASILISK

04 Oct 2010, Posted by Rob Thurman in Books, Excerpts, News, The Chimera Novels
BASILISK: The CHIMERA Novels, Book 2

And so… I decided to give CHIMERA fans a sneak peek at the sequel BASILISK: The CHIMERA Novels, Book 2(tentatively titled BASILISK… if you don’t know why then re-read CHIMERA, look for a clue, and Wiki it if you still don’t know.) It’s from Michael’s POV instead of Stefan’s. I wanted to see him discover what it’s like to be a genuine person… not a kid raised to be an assassin in the Institute. It’s a very different POV as Stefan is an ex-Russian mafioso and Michael, Stefan’s kidnapped brother, is a trained (but utterly reluctant) assassin with no knowledge he can remember of the outside world. This is two and a half years later when Michael and Stefan have settled in a small town, hiding from the Mafiya and the Institute and Michael thinks that as a genius and trained killer (he keeps the trained part and discards the killer portion completely) that he is adjusting very well to the world. Stefan might disagree.

This excerpt is from Chapter 3, not the beginning of the book, as I want to see the reaction to Michael as he’s now nineteen going on twenty and more confident than perhaps he should be. Enjoy.
More Human Than Human
Stefan didn’t seem as satisfied.

“Bombs? You were making pipe bombs?” he demanded incredulously as he drove on.

“Garages don’t blow themselves up,” I pointed out with some exasperation at his lack of gratitude and memory. “And they’re not pipe bombs so much as proactive explosive measures. Little pipe bombs,” I emphasized. “You know…just in case.” With electrical detonation devices—very simple. Military detonation cord wasn’t as quick as I might need it to be. “They’re really quite easy to make. Too easy. They should be more responsible with the information on the internet….”

“You told me that equipment was for your genetic research.” I think he hit a rock on purpose as my head smacked the inside roof of the car. “To find a cure for the rest of the kids. You lied to me, Michael Lukas Korsak.”

“I didn’t lie,” I shot back indignantly. “I said that the equipment was to help me find a cure. I didn’t say all the equipment was to help me find a cure. Some of it could be used to save our lives too.”

“And you didn’t think that was worth mentioning? You running an armory behind our house?” Stefan gritted his teeth. “I swear when we switch cars I’m going to take a minute to beat you like a red-headed stepchild.”

“I didn’t not mention it. It didn’t come up, that’s all,” yes, a fine line, but my line and I was stubbornly walking it, “and why do people have a dislike for people with red hair? I’ve heard that saying once or twice since moving here. Why would their hair color make them the targets of violence?”

“Not the time, and you know it’s just some old saying. Don’t think I don’t recognize your version of smart-ass, Michael.”

“Misha,” I insisted again.

“And what’s with that? We’re running from who the hell knows and you’re worried about your nickname?”

“Michael is the Institute. Misha is free. I’m free and I’m staying that way. I’m a man now, a new person, and Misha will remind me of that. I don’t want their name anymore.” But I couldn’t go back to Lukas. That seemed wrong. Unless I ever got my memories of my first seven years back, and that was doubtful after all these years, not to mention what I’d discovered in my research, I couldn’t be that person. I couldn’t be Lukas. I was Misha and only Misha now, for good. I was me, finally finished, finally recovered from the Institute, finally whole. They weren’t getting me back and they could keep their damn Peter Pan name.

“Fine. Misha the Mighty.” The car bounced again and I heard the muffler hit one rock too many and it was gone behind us. “You got it. Now put that mighty brain to use and figure out how Raynor, and whoever the fuck he works for, found us.”

I didn’t have to put my brain to work. I knew. In a flash of inspiration…and subconscious brilliant deduction, a given…I knew. “Anatoly and you, Stefan. You both told him where we were.”

Raynor was smart all right. Too smart. And we hadn’t tried to finish him off when we had the chance. It was a thought I wouldn’t have had three years ago—when I hadn’t known what it was to have a real life. I wasn’t ashamed I had the thought now. I’d learned a lot in those three years. Life and death…it was the cycle of the world. For someone to live, someone had to die—especially if that person was trying to take your life, be it mental or physical.

And me?
I wanted to live.
The hell with the Institute and their lies about what I was and what I could never be.
I wanted to live.

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  • Terion

    Oh SQUEE. 😀 Reading from Misha’s POV is going to be so awesome. And poor, poor Stefan…he just doesn’t know what to do with Misha.

    Also yay Godzilla!

  • elleberquist6

    I love this. Have been waiting eagerly since the news that there would be a sequel. This is fantastic.

  • Mad_Bonnie

    Thanks for the excerpt! Misha is super cute, especially now that he’s all grown up.

  • Karen

    Stefan might be the tough guy…but Michael (oops, Misha) is wicked!

  • Carol Lloyd

    I love this little excerpt. I think you’ve got another winner here. Really looking forward to the release of this book. 🙂

  • Carrie Fortune

    Loved it. I thought Misha was great and really enjoyed his POV expecially given that it reflects how he is just a bit odd.

  • Mikey

    I love it! I hope it all turns out to be a justifiably worthy sequel. Love, hugs and Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.

  • Psistriker

    Can’t wait until that one comes out. 🙂

  • dshoover

    I like it so far.