Therin Knite’s Othella Blog Tour


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Questions and Answers
…on the Book

What is Othella about?

Othella is about Arcadian Heights, where the world’s brightest minds go in…and don’t come out.


Are there certain protagonists to watch out for?

There are three important characters:

Georgette

Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist Georgette McClain can’t resist a juicy tip. So when a rumored crazy ex-CEO gifts her evidence of a vast conspiracy involving the world’s premier scientific community, Arcadian Heights, she sets her sights on the story of a lifetime. And all she has to do to grab it by the reins is sneak into the most secure facility in the world—and expose it for the slaughter-house it is.

Marco

Tech company CEO Marco Salt has it all. Fame. Fortune. Family. But not long after Marco’s beloved genius daughter is invited to join Arcadian Heights, a rogue agent reveals to him the horrifying truth about the revered scientific community. Forced to flee for his life, Marco finds himself on the run with a deadly secret in his grasp and a single goal in mind: destroy Arcadian Heights.

Quentin

Quentin Belmont has been the Arcadian Heights spokesman for the better part of two decades, and his singular motivation is to keep the community safe at all costs. So when an internal incursion leaks vital information to an outside party, Quentin preps a “cleanup” without a second thought. But what at first appears to be a simple task turns out to be anything but, and Quentin comes face to face with the unthinkable—a threat that could annihilate the community once and for all.


Othella is the beginning of a series, right?

Othella is the first book in the Arcadian Heights series.


What about a teaser?

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Georgette
( 6 Months Ago )

Jackson City is two parts sad and one part powerful.

I venture through the saddest part first. The dying limbs—a center of poverty. A few neighborhoods crawling with those too poor to leave and getting poorer all the time. I pass what was once a swanky penthouse apartment complex, now a boarded-up mess of graffiti. The lobby has no door. There are lumps on the floor that may or may not be people who may or may not be dead. Yikes.

Various objects block my way. Shopping carts. Burned-out cars. Trash bags galore. Piles and piles of human waste. At least one skeleton. I shudder at the thought of trudging down those grimy sidewalks. My poor stilettos.

Some kind of farmer’s market lines a side street, but there’s no one manning it. Rotting fruits and vegetables sit in boxes, on tables, on the pavement. A sickly sweet smell follows me down the road. Either the farmers have all been driven out of public for the day, or they’ve gone to get front row seats for the special event I’m attending. And by “gone,” I mean forcefully dragged there by authorities under threat of being “disappeared.”

Lovely place, Jackson City.

The meager signs of life fade away a few miles farther up. I enter the Dead Divide, as they call it. Great title. Wish I’d thought of it. But the credit goes to a blond bimbo from that horrid California tabloid.

The Divide is a straight line of abandoned city buildings between my target location and what remains of Jackson City. Everything in it is crumbling, rusting, collapsing, degrading. Nature is moving in again. The road is cracked with weeds. Vines are creeping up and up brick walls. Not a single window is intact.

What a fucking tragedy. I’ll add it to my list. My unfortunately long—

A dark blur streaks into the road. I slam on the brakes. My tires squeak as they hard stop on a sheet of dirty plastic in the middle of the lane. More dark blurs dart in front of my car. They empty out of the surrounding buildings. An old gym. A daycare center.

Kids.

Kids wearing masks.

I know they’re kids because they all have that underdeveloped scarecrow look. Malnourished teenagers struggling to reach adulthood without enough food. Most of them are sticks jammed into the sockets of sunken stumps. The rags they wear as clothes hang off their frames.

There’s a flutter of pity in my chest. I groan. Don’t be a dumb bitch, Georgette. Made that mistake in Baghdad. Got beaten to a pulp and robbed of every penny you had.

These kids don’t have any pretense of kindness though. Every single one is armed. Blunt objects, mostly. A few of them carry machetes. The one in the middle, the tallest, the least underfed, brandishes a knife when he nears my car.
Are they orphans? Street kids? Beggar children?

Or are they a guild of play date thieves who return to Mommy and Daddy when the sun goes down and the cold creeps in?

Does it matter?

I lean over, open the glove compartment, and remove my SIG Sauer. I hold it up for the kids to see. I flick the safety off.

The leader halts. He eyes my pretty face. My flashy make-up job. The buxom breasts half-exposed by a four-figure designer shirt. Checks the gun again—disbelief. I smile, bright and cheery, like I did on that late-night talk show with a pompous dick for a host, where I revealed his six extramarital affairs. Live. To a national audience.

The kid hesitates. Doesn’t want to lose face.

Doesn’t want to lose his life either.

A tense minute passes.

He chooses life and backs away. The other kids disperse, retreating into their hideouts. They reset their trap and wait for a real schmuck to come along.

I sit the gun in the passenger seat and continue on.

If this tip turns out to be a bust, someone’s going to get popped right between the eyes.

And I know exactly who it’s going to be.


…on the Author

Who is Therin Knite?

Therin Knite is a 22-year-old recent college graduate who occasionally writes speculative fiction and has the odd delusion of literary stardom.


Where does Therin Knite live?

She admittedly lives in the Middle of Nowhere, VA, where she spends most of her days reading books and writing what may possibly qualify as books.


How long has Therin Knite been writing?

Therin Knite has been writing seriously for seven years.


What are Therin Knite’s plans?

Therin Knite intends to publish 3 to 4 novels per year, ever year, until she runs out of ideas…which is highly unlikely, so she’ll probably be writing forever.


What is Therin Knite’s philosophy?

“50% Dark, 50% Snark”


 Meet Therin Knite…

Website:  http://www.therinknite.com/#!

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/TherinKnite

Amazon: 

Therin Knite:  http://www.amazon.com/Therin-Knite/e/B00HRL0CXA/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

Othella – ebook:  Kindle Edition

Othella – paperback:  Paperback

 


 

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