Jumpers | Book 1

From the opening chapter | 1

Vince Cross stared at the small green pill in his hand, a red lemniscate—the insignia of Capsera Core Technologies—glinting in the light of his narrow pod. Thirty-six years old and still taking jumps. He didn’t know if that made him brave or reckless, but for jumpers like him that line had blurred a long time ago.

Most days it was the same dream: a lost treasure, a lost friend, a secret or a feeling. Love usually, but sometimes regret or some scrap of happiness left to rot. Something bone-deep that couldn't really be lost in the first place. The people who sought him out were desperate to feel something they’d forgotten, and they paid well for discretion.

“You ready?” Vince asked, not impatient but already weighing the cost of this jump in time. Two hours? Three? He guessed the latter, and three hours under was like nine on his body. Time moved differently down there.

“Almost.”

While the Seller shifted around to get comfortable, Vince glanced out the window of his cramped pod. Outside, LA Prime stretched ugly in every direction, somehow being at once a city in constant motion and endless sleep. The horizon was a jagged line of steel and brightly lit spires, reaching up like the fingers of some long-dead crow clawing for the sky. Beyond that, only sea, built on and outward as far as you could look.

Dreamers | Book 2

Releasing | 2026

Runners | Book 3

Release Date | 2027