Sunday, September 2, 2012

Bone Wires by Michael Shean : Interview and Excerpt: Full Moon Bites Tour Stop


Title: Bone Wires
Author: Michael Shean
Genre: Dark, Mystery, Science Fiction
Publisher: Curiosity Quills/Whampa, LLC
Pages: 380 (paperback)
In the wasteland of commercial culture that is future America, police are operated not by government but by private companies.
In Seattle, that role is filled by Civil Protection, and Daniel Gray is a detective in Homicide Solutions. What used to be considered an important - even glamorous - department for public police is very different for the corporate species, and Gray finds himself stuck in a dead end job. That is, until the Spine Thief arrives.
When a serial killer begins harvesting the spinal tissue of corporate employees all over the city, Detective Gray finds himself plunged into the first truly major case of his career. Caught in a dangerous mix of murder, betrayal and conflicting corporate interest, Gray will find himself not only matching wits with a diabolical murderer but grapple with his growing doubt toward his employers in the dawning months of the American tricentennial.
A thrilling mystery set in the same world as the Wonderland Cycle, Bone Wires is a grim trip into the streets of the empty future.


The scene of the crime was an alleyway behind an abandoned Roziara Deli. Crowding the street outside the deli were a pair of patrol cars, white wedges of steel with ribbon lights that stained the nearby buildings red and blue. Street officers clustered around the mouth, black body armor over blue uniform fatigues; unlike the sidearms that Gray and Carter carried, the streeties carried the blunt, brutal shapes of submachine guns close to their plated chests. A cordon had been set up; the narrow yellow band of holographic tape that stretched across the alley mouth glowed as it cycled through baleful warning messages.
“They used to have good subs here,” said Carter as they pulled up in front of the moldering delicatessen. “Slabs of capicola as thick as Annie Cruz’s ass. Just incredible.”
“Don’t know that name,” said Gray.
“Porn star,” said Carter, who produced his badge and flashed it at a streeter who was approaching them. “Way before your time. Put on your war face, here comes the Pacifier.”
Carter’s Amber Shield glowed like the very words of God Almighty in the low light. “Carter and Gray,” said Carter, keeping his identification held up so that the streeter could see it. “Homicide Solutions.”
“Lem Martin,” replied the streeter. “Pacification Officer, patrol region 927.”
“This is your beat then,” said Gray, who produced from the inside pocket of his suit coat a slim Sony microcomp and engaged its holographic display. Data from the Nexus sprang to life above the palm-sized slab. “What do you have for us, Martin?”
Martin winced a bit at the lack of ‘Officer’ before his surname – you got a lot of that with Pacification Services, of which street patrol was the biggest group. They didn’t like being talked down to. Gray outranked him, however, and didn’t give a shit besides. “Nasty stuff,” Martin said, jerking his head toward the alley mouth. “Victim’s name is Anderson, Ronald P.. Administration. His panic implant was set off about an hour ago and flatlined soon after; me and my partner were in the area, and when we found him…well. Real horror show back there, is all I can say. I called for backup. Dunno what they used, but…well. You’ll see.”
Carter and Gray looked at each other – streeters saw all sorts of things. If they said it was a nasty scene, they’d probably do well to get smocks and rain boots. “All right, Officer,” Carter said, at which Martin seemed to relax a bit. “Were there any witnesses, security footage, anything like that?”
“Nothing we could find,” said Martin. “This area’s been abandoned for years. Anyone who lives here cleared out as soon as they heard us coming. You know how it is.”
“Yeah,” said Gray. Don’t want to get arrested for just being around. “All right, thanks, Officer. If you and…”
“Conklin and Peavey,” Martin replied. “In the other car. Patel’s with me.”
“…Right,” Carter replied with a nod. “If you fellas can keep up the cordon on either side of the alley, we’ll have a look. Call the coroner while you’re at it.”
“On it,” barked Martin, who stepped away from the alley mouth while touching the side of his throat where a subvocal mic, standard issue for street patrol, had been implanted. Carter waited until Martin had backed up a few steps and was well into conversation before he gestured for Gray to follow him. The two men passed through the holographic cordon, the barrier no more solid than the air around it, and took a few steps into the feebly-lit alleyway. The space behind the deli was dark and thick with shadows, lit only by the dying bulb of a lamp set over the shop’s sealed back door. A figure slumped or lay in the cone of dim light that spilled across the building’s crumbling facade. The air was faintly tinged with the smell of ozone and cooked meat. The two men approached; Gray held his computer in one hand while Carter fished the flat, card-sized shape of a palm lamp from a coat pocket. Cupping the lamp in his hand, Carter threw a beam of bright blue- white light across the alleyway and clearly illuminated the corpse.
Lean and muscular in life, that which had been Ronald Anderson half-crouched, half-sprawled across the alleyway, his handsome face pointing down toward the filthy concrete. The corpse’s posture reminded Gray of an old girlfriend; she was a yoga fanatic and used to do something similar called the Child’s Pose. Anderson’s formerly clean white dress shirt had been cut open, straight down the back from collar to waist, and his belted slacks had also been cut down to the base of the pelvis. His back had been tattooed with a medieval Japanese wave scene.
Anderson’s flesh had been laid open. Arching upward and away in a v-shaped furrow, a deep channel now butterflied the man’s back half from the base of his skull to the top of his pelvis. Where his spine should have been there was only a bloodless, grayish-red channel. The red and ivory of cleanly clipped bone and cooked organs were clearly visible in its absence, his heart a gray and veined lump. It was as if the tattooed sea had somehow come alive, restless and roaring, and attempted to rise away from its host who could never have survived its rebellion.
Without the slightest drop of blood, Ronald Anderson had been boned like a fish.
“Damn,” muttered Carter, stepping forward so he could track with his light the awful wound. “Never seen that before. What do you make of it, Dan?” For Gray, who had only experienced the more pedestrian horrors of stranglings, stabbings and gunshot wounds in his brief career, there was no clean reply. “That’s the strangest thing I’ve ever seen,” he breathed instead, staring down at the carved gutter. Gray had said ‘strangest’ – however, what he had truly wanted to say was ‘most horrible’. Looking down at the murdered man, Gray knew that his ‘sexy’ case had arrived, just as he had wished for it, but the only thing he could wish for now was to be anywhere else.
As if sensing the truth behind Gray’s words, Carter snorted softly. “Lucky you, kid,” he replied in a wry and vaguely weary tone. “Lucky you.”


Welcome Michael! Thanks for taking time out to stop by here today.  How did you start your writing career?
I started my career last year, with the self-publication of my first novel, Shadow of a Dead Star. A few months later a brand new publisher, Curiosity Quills Press, decided to pick up publication of the book and its sequels after interviewing me as a self-published author. The rest, as they say, is very very fresh history!

Tell us about your current release.
My current release is called Bone Wires, and it's another novel set in the future Seattle in which Shadow of a Dead Star takes place. The protagonist is Daniel Gray, a somewhat vain, ambitious homicide detective looking for a 'sexy' case to move him up the corporate ladder – the police are all corporate in his day, you see. He gets his wish when a string of serial murders involving the removal of human spines crops up across the city; his pursuit of the so-called 'Spine Thief' killer soon puts him on a path to glory. In the course of his investigation, however, Detective Gray gets tangled up with a beautiful stripper, crooked Vice agents, and even company politics – and he soon finds himself risking his career, his life, and even his own free will in his bid to unmask the truth behind the murders.

When in the day/night do you write? How long per day?
I have a very demanding day job, and that keeps me busy all day; I tend to stay up late nights and write on the train when I can. My wife is very, very patient. I get a few hours in a night, but I often have to go back over and do edits straight away – I'm usually exhausted!

What does your significant other and family think of your writing career?
Oh, they all think it's wonderful. My wife in particular is extremely supportive; she gives up a lot of time we might have otherwise spent together so that I can pursue writing. I think when I'm done with my current project, I'm going to give her a couple of weeks all to ourselves.


Entice us, what future projects are you considering?
I have a battery of new projects lined up for consideration – all of them very dark and horrible, of course. The most prominent are The Eternity Market, which is a thriller about a very near future America whose economy has been dominated by life-extending drugs, Treacherous Flesh, which involves young would-be actors who court danger by injecting themselves with programmable tissue in a bid to become stars, Quiet As They Burn, an urban fantasy tale about the dark and secret world just beneath the mortal radar, and finally Black Days Ahead which is about people attempting to survive as the world suffers the slow death of the endtimes.


Is there a piece of advice that you have received that has really stuck with you? If so, what was it?
Write. Write every day, write even if you have nothing to write about. Never stop. Just as sharks drown when they stop swimming, so to do writers if they don't keep working every day.



Michael Shean was born amongst the sleepy hills and coal mines of southern West Virginia in 1978. Taught to read by his parents at a very early age, he has had a great love of the written word since the very beginning of his life. Growing up, he was often plagued with feelings of isolation and loneliness; he began writing off and on to help deflect this, though these themes are often explored in his work as a consequence. At the age of 16, Michael began to experience a chain of vivid nightmares that has continued to this day; it is from these aberrant dreams that he draws inspiration.


In 2001 Michael left West Virginia to pursue a career in the tech industry, and he settled in the Washington, DC area as a web designer and graphic artist. As a result his writing was put aside and not revisited until five years later. In 2006 he met his current fiancee, who urged him to pick up his writing once more. Several years of work and experimentation yielded the core of what would become his first novel, Shadow of a Dead Star (2011). Michael is currently signed with Curiosity Quills Press, who has overtaken publication of Shadow of a Dead Star and the other books of his Wonderland Cycle.


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Next Few Stops on This

Tour are:
Sept. 1st- A Dream Within A Dream (Excerpt/Giveaway)
Sept. 2nd- Laurie's Non-Paranormal Thoughts and Reviews (Interview/Excerpt)
Sept. 3rd- Books & Beauty (Excerpt/Giveaway)
Sept. 4th- The Avid Reader (Excerpt)
Sept. 5th- Tricia Kristufek (Guest Post)

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Debbie G. said...

Thanks for offering the giveaway! Bone Wires sounds like a book that I'd enjoy reading! I appreciate all the great reviews?giveaways that you do, it has really helped me to keep my kindle well fed!

Thank you also Michael for the great giveaway! I really enjoyed reading your interview and especially enjoyed the advice about writing that has stuck with you!

Donna Yates said...

I loved the 'entice us' best. It's great to see when a fine author has more projects on the horizon.
Great review and interview.

Michael Shean said...

Hey, thanks for the fine comments. I'll be glad to answer any further questions or address any comments here on this thread, so go nuts!

laura thomas said...

Bone Wires sounds different from the norm. I enjoy a story that reads outside of the box. I know, a lot of cliches here. Thanks for steering me to a new author to follow and thanks Michael, for sharing!

Michael Shean said...

You're very welcome! Also thanks to Laurie for hosting this, and FMB for carrying on the tour!