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About the author:
Sabina Green is the debut author of the apocalyptic novel Less Than Little Time which is the first instalment of the Between Worlds series. She is an environmentalist and this passion is woven into her novels. When not writing, she can be found haunting local bookstores, taking walks in parks, and chasing other people's dogs for cuddles. She was born in Prague, Czechia and now lives in Perth, Western Australia with her son.
What inspired you to write your book?
I care deeply about the environment and get distraught at how much damage people leave behind. I wanted to write a book where at the end of the story the planet would be free of the suffering created by the cruel hand of man, while also exploring human nature in regular and extreme scenarios.
Here is a short sample from the book:
I couldn't believe the coincidence. A person who could be more useful to our organisation than she even realised volunteered for our cause. She had essentially offered herself to us on a silver platter. What were the odds of that?
Connie couldn't have known that I'd been watching her dad for over a year. I knew everything about his life, so I knew her too. It wasn't absolutely necessary for me to meet Connie in person, but I wanted to. Frank was indispensable to our purposes, although he had no idea about his role yet. But to have his daughter on board too, that would open up a whole new horizon.
I had no idea what I should be talking to her about at this meeting that I had been so eager to invite her to. I got carried away by the surprise, her name on the list of new subscribers, and called her without thinking things through first.
"Mark, what are you doing?" I heard Andrew say as soon as my phone call with Connie was over.
I took a deep breath, not knowing if I should feel relieved or disappointed. Connie hadn't promised anything concrete, on the other hand she didn't flat out refuse to meet me either.
"Don't worry, I've got it all under control," I told Andrew with more confidence than I felt.
"I know who you were calling." He wouldn't let it go. "I know that name as well as you do. Maybe even better, because before Frank Fiala was assigned to you, I was the one watching him. I wrote his files."
"I realise that."
"We've got pretty damn far for some rookie to mess everything up. Think about what's at stake."
I raised my hands in surrender. "I'll be careful."
He was looking at me with piercing eyes. "You're not… thinking about backing out, are you?"
"What? Where did that come from?"
"A new person who hasn't been checked joining the group is a risk. If she sniffs out something she doesn't like, she could turn us in. She works for the police, for God's sake! They'd raid all the branches, not just ours, and we'd be finished. Ten years of planning ruined!"
"You know that's not what I want!" I defended myself. "I want us to succeed just as much as you do!"
"Yeah, but if the plan fails, " he growled, "there is a certain advantage to be gained."
I clenched my fists so tight my knuckles cracked. How dare he accuse me of something like that? We were both just as passionate about our cause! "I'm certainly not interested in this advantage, as you call it."
Andrew nodded and turned back to his computer screen. His hand was moving the mouse randomly around and his eyes were staring at one spot, he clearly wasn't focused on his work. It wasn't even a minute before he spoke again. "She's not important to us. Don't drag her into anything!"
"She's Frank's weakness, so she's very important," I replied. "And she could be useful to us."
"I don't see how?" he said, although he knew exactly what I was talking about. Surprisingly enough he hadn't yet cited the one rule of our group I was obviously going to break. The Association had everything and nothing to do with it, but of course now that wasn't what we were talking about anymore.
"It'll be useful to get to know Connie a little better. I'll check her out and if anything tricky comes up, I'll back off."
His face was like thunder, but in the end, he agreed. "Alright then."
His worries eventually turned out to be unnecessary. When I called Connie the next day, she didn't pick up the phone nor did she react to the voice message I left.
"It's for the best," Andrew snarled and shrugged his shoulders, as if a huge weight had just lifted off of them. "We only need Frank and he never needs to know about us. Things will get moving regardless."
I wasn't about to give up so easily.