In sci-fi author Sam Landstrom’s MetaGame, he creates a believable but disturbing world with fewer than six degrees of separation. In fact, every single person, product, pastime, and proclivity humans take part in is interconnected. Life is the Game – and winners never die. In the Game, points amount to currency and top scorers are eligible for immortality. A mysterious, unifying force, the OverSoul, calls the shots, and an individual player’s health contract can be indefinitely extended – and with the offer of a permanent 20-year-old’s body and health, it’s with fanaticism that gamers play the Game. Unabridged. Read by Paul Michael Garcia
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Wednesday, 16 January 2013
MetaGame – Sam Landstrom
In sci-fi author Sam Landstrom’s MetaGame, he creates a believable but disturbing world with fewer than six degrees of separation. In fact, every single person, product, pastime, and proclivity humans take part in is interconnected. Life is the Game – and winners never die. In the Game, points amount to currency and top scorers are eligible for immortality. A mysterious, unifying force, the OverSoul, calls the shots, and an individual player’s health contract can be indefinitely extended – and with the offer of a permanent 20-year-old’s body and health, it’s with fanaticism that gamers play the Game. Unabridged. Read by Paul Michael Garcia
Thursday, 1 November 2012
Son of Sam by Martin Fido
The 1970s was quite a decade for serial murderers who taunted police and public with sinister notes. Zodiac, terrorising Los Angeless at the beginning: Son of Sam in New York at the end. Our own Yorkshire Ripper identified himself in letters and tape, like the original Whitechapel murderer.
Only, of course, they didn’t. Peter Sutcliffe did not send the jeering “I’m Jack” messages to Assistant Chief Constable George Oldfield. The uncertainly identified Jewish immigrant incarcerated before Scotland Yard realised he was Jack The Ripper did not pen the letters that gave him his name.
And Maury Terry and his associates have demonstrated persuasively that David Berkowitz could not have written both the ‘Son of Sam’ missives.
It should not surprise murder buffs. Dispite the pattern set out by the hoaxer of 1888, it is really very rare for a genuine serial murderer to communicate directly with police or public. Zodiac seems to be a sport.
David Berkowitz is something odder still. A man who has confessed to many murders, some of which he could not have committed. You may not go along with the whole witch cult theory. You may not be entirely convinced by the Manson connection. Even so, for once there really does seem to be a conspiracy behind a crime. And it may not be over yet…..
Running time 2hrs 20mins and total size 50MB
Sunday, 5 August 2012
Prophet’s Prey – Sam Brower
From the private investigator who cracked open the case that led to the
arrest of Warren Jeffs, the maniacal prophet of the polygamous
Fundamentalist Church of Latter Day Saints (FLDS), comes the
page-turning, horrifying story of how a rogue sect used sex, money, and
power disguised under a favĂade of religion to further criminal
activities and a madman’s vision. Despite considerable press coverage
and a lengthy trial, the full story has remained largely untold. Only
one man can reveal the whole, astounding truth: Sam Brower, the private
investigator who devoted years of his life to breaking open the secret
practices of the FLDS and bringing Warren Jeffs and his inner circle to
justice. In Prophet’s Prey, Brower implicates Jeffs in his own words,
bringing to light the contents of Jeffs’s personal priesthood journal,
discovered in a hidden underground vault, and revealing to readers the
shocking inside world of FLDS members, whose trust he earned and who
showed him the staggering truth of their lives. Prophet’s Prey offers
the gripping, behind-the-scenes account of a bizarre world from the only
man who knows the full story.
Unabridged.
Unabridged.
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