Bücher von L. Blaise Hues

"There's Safety in Sound." - Leaders Of CybercityEveryone in Cybercity wears Sensory Overload Auditory Processing Systems, SOAPS, like it's totally normal. As far as fourth-grader Sadie Thurman is concerned, it's not cool at all to have constant music or white noise playing in your ears. Silence is a thing of fantasy, a reality that exists only in dreams. And it's a dream she shares with no one.Until she bumps into Jaesun.Sadie and Jaesun embark on a quest to disable their SOAPS to enjoy just a single moment of silence. But that quest puts them under the scrutiny of the Leaders of Cybercity and at risk for whatever dangers the silence holds.

"Warning: Cybercity has been breached." - Leaders Of CybercitySadie and Jaesun went looking for silence and discovered an elaborate ruse devised by LOC and perpetuated by all the adults in Cybercity.With Jaesun in LOC custody, Kyp facing exile, and Sadie lost in unfamiliar territory, the situation is dire. No amount of virtual gaming prepared them for the dangers they now face, unsure of who they can trust.Sadie, Kyp and Jaesun, three strangers in a sea of conflict, must join minds to save themselves and those they love from true evil; Cybercity itself.

"Silence can drive a person to insanity." - Leaders Of CybercityIn the aftermath of tampering with the noise-creating SOAPS stuck on her ears, Sadie hears a voice in the silence.Her reality shatters as she's forced to find the truth about the noise and her city. But what she knows for sure is that someone-or something-lives outside the glass box of Cybercity. And it wants to talk to her.With the sudden disappearance of Jaesun, her only friend and confidant, Sadie must learn the truth on her own.Is Cybercity keeping them safe or captive?

Everyone you trust to watch your back will eventually stab it.My parents had really skudged up.The hatred for who they were and what they'd done far outlived them, almost growing as time passed. Who hated them the most? Not the Wardens. Not the Chancellors on The Judgement Board. Not even the people in Khizmit who'd been subjected to their crimes.The person who hated them most was the sum of all their parts, including, I'd been told, their proclivity for violent crime.Me. Victor-27.Khizmit had captured and killed the criminals, my mother included, and we-the lurpers, the offspring of the criminals-were trapped in this cold hell, not for the crimes of our parents, but for the crimes we were sure to commit.What a load of slag! None of it mattered anyway. All that mattered to me was graduation. I couldn't do it alone. But if there was one thing I'd learned in prison, it was this:Everyone you trust to watch your back will eventually stab it.