Blood Vector
By Sci-Fi Thriller/Horror
Genre: Robert Kiesling
What if you were
given the darkest secret of the world and it turned out to be you?
Three People. One Chance. On the verge of losing her sanity from
visions of otherworldly creatures destroying mankind, journalist Khloe Marks
discovers that those who share her rare blood type also have the nightmares.
Her search for the connection between them leads to a disgraced lawyer,
locked away in a mental institution for his belief that a young girl is the key
to stopping the imminent destruction of mankind. Together, they must solve an
ancient mystery to save humanity—even if it costs them their own lives.
If they fail: In Memory of Man
If they fail: In Memory of Man
Science Fiction Author, Trial Lawyer
FACT SHEET:
• 3
• In Memory of Man: Dawn of AI (2017)
• In Memory of Man (2007)
Career:
• Criminal/Family Law
• Law Offices of RRK – 12 years
• Michigan State University, J.D.
• Northern Michigan University, B.A. in Political Science
• State Bar of Texas – 2004-Present
• Detroit, MI
• Father was a high school football coach and school teacher, mother was an HR manager. Robert is the second of two children.
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The chill wind whipped down from the snow-capped
peaks of the Rocky Mountains, stinging her skin as it howled and swirled across
the desert towards her, its intensity increasing to nearly gale force. A
strong gust hammered against her back and she instinctively tightened her grasp
on the wooden rung, leaning into the cliff’s face, knuckles white from the
exertion.
She was almost two hundred feet up, and the
rocks below looked dark red in the failing light. The woman closed her
eyes. Don’t fall. One slip and they would break her body to pieces. She
glanced up at the top of the cliff.
Only fifty feet
more.
Only fifty feet and she would reach the cave,
finally learning the truth that surrounded the beings she had dreamt
of; the creatures her people had created folklore about for centuries.
A high-pitched scream shattered
the landscape. The woman immediately ducked her head. Feeling
exposed, she scrambled up the ladder as fast as she could, scraping her cold
hands against the cliff’s jagged edges and bruising her knees but oblivious to
any pain because that shriek had not been human.
Moments later she reached the top and pulled herself
up onto a flat ledge. The woman crouched down, breathing deeply in both fear
and anticipation, continuing to listen for confirmation. Within seconds another
inhumanly loud shrill echoed through the air. She pressed her fingers into her
ears to muffle the piercing sound. When she dropped her hands, she noticed her
fingertips were smeared with watery blood.
It had to be
the Asakku.
She walked toward the mouth of the cave, hoping she
wasn’t too late. In addition to the drawings and countless stories that drove
her pursuit, the discovery of an elongated skull by her father in this very
same region had created an unstoppable obsession to find one alive.
The woman had been bravely coming to the caves year
after year. Each time gaining the courage to
venture furtherand explore, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Asakku. The
woman had to know what she was facing; then there would be an answer
exposing their weakness. She must not fail if the human race was to survive.
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