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Road to Nowhere by Evan Shapiro Genre: Cli-Fi (climate fiction), SciFi, Mystery, Thriller, Satire

Is humanity on a Road to Nowhere? What forces are at play behind global warming and its threat to every species? Is humanity irrevocably heading down a Road to Nowhere? This near future page-turner, weaves conspiracy, murder, genius and love into a fast-paced ride across the globe, through the absurd and beyond. Patrick, Kirby, Ancient and Costas thrust us into the world of corporate juggernaut, PetroSynth, where science, politics and corruption jostle to determine our future. How can so much power over our planet be in the hands of so few? “This book is the stuff of modern mythology, an exciting adventure with intricate personalities leaving the reader in a state of agitated ‘not knowing’ until the very end. Can we succeed (we are all in this one together) or will the corporates and their minions win out only to abandon the planet in crisis? A racy and worthwhile read capturing the zeitgeist of our times.” Ian Cohen – first Green MLC, NSW Parliament and Author of ‘Green Fire’ MORE REVIEWS What makes this debut novel from Evan Shapiro a thoroughly engrossing read is that it is hard to pigeon hole into any particular genre. Part science fiction, thriller, mystery and romp. A fun and at times gritty ride. It’s a page turner written with insight, irreverence and is an apt observation of humanity’s capacity for suffering and destruction, yet with potential to make a positive change. G King ‘Road To Nowhere’ gives us a thought-provoking glimpse into an uncompromising future that brilliantly juxtaposes futuristic hedonism with the bare fundamentals of human frailty. M Jury Goodreads * Amazon

The second of four children born to would-be bohemians, Evan grew up on a diet of independent cinema, junk TV, Shakespeare and chocolate biscuits. As a toddler he drank Dettol and shampoo and stuck forks into power-points. Growing up he was often reminded by his family that he was lucky to have survived past the age of five. While his parents blamed him for being dangerously active and carelessly inquisitive, he lays the responsibility squarely at their feet for repeatedly leaving Dettol, shampoo and forks within his grasp. He likes to define the resulting confusion from his upbringing as his ‘perspective’ which he now relentlessly channels into works of fiction. These day’s he likes to prod people instead of power-points. He lives in Sydney and divides his time between co-parenting, fixing his father’s TV settings, changing his mother’s light bulbs, graphic design work, writing and meditation. He claims to have found the secret to perfect parenting, but as the answer is endless patience he’s not sure it’s any use to anyone. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

One hundred and fifty million kilometres away from the Earth a big ball of fire busily burns away,
converting four hundred million tons of hydrogen into helium every second in a seemingly
endless nuclear fusion.
As our world orbits the Sun, we revolve our lives around our own daily concerns, forgetting that
the big bright light in the sky, by its very nature, creates our day and feeds our existence. Eight
minutes after its atomic birth the light that reaches Earth helps plants photosynthesise, taking in
carbon dioxide and releasing oxygen.
Buried by our needs, our hopes, our dreams, our petty dislikes, our great loves and our
monstrous hates, is a forgotten truth. It is so intrinsically human that we are capable of pushing
this thought to the dark reaches of our primitive brains, that we know the words but don’t truly
appreciate the concept. We can tell ourselves what we like but there’s no getting away from it.
You can’t hide from the truth forever, and this is true, so listen up.
Our lives are just a by-product of a cosmic breath!
Patrick closed his notebook, content with another great thought committed to paper. As he
reclined into the comfort of his manager’s plush office chair the feeling of self-satisfaction gave
way to a pervasive self-doubt: how likely was it that a set of human eyes other than his own
would ever read his words? His thoughts would remain just that, his own. To ensure that fate,
he hastily removed the notebook from sight and shoved it into his bag. He shifted focus from the

sense of his own mediocrity to that of his manager’s. Leaning back further into the leather-
padded chair he surveyed the room with contempt. Except for his position of authority, Patrick’s

manager was an inferior in every respect. The man’s gruff manner, his constant barking of
orders, ensured his control but alienated him from his subordinates. To Patrick he was a man to
be managed. There were ways of dealing with him to get what you wanted: picking times when
he was most distracted to ask for personal leave, never presenting him with an unsolved
problem, always offering a solution no matter how stupid it may seem. Like a dog gnawing into a
bone your offering would be viciously snatched and ripped into pieces, devoured before your
eyes and the remnants spat back at your feet. But he would be secretly grateful you threw him
something to sink his teeth into. Yes, he was to be managed and by no means trusted. A
company man through and through, a company man who had access to information being
withheld from Patrick. He looked around the room again, attempting to intuit where his superior
would hide things he didn’t want his subordinates to find.
The office was dark other than the light emanating from the desk lamp and a few beams of
orange glow that crept in around the edges of the block-out blind covering the large window on
one side of the office. A glint of light reflecting on the stainless steel filing cabinet in the corner of
the room pulled Patrick to his feet and drew him towards it.
The vivid orange light from outside was easing rapidly, receding as the day drew to a close.
Another twilight gone, another twilight spent alone, the most precious part of the day nearly over
and nothing but a long lonely night ahead. With the sun setting fast Patrick had to increase his
pace if he didn’t want his break and enter to be discovered, if he didn’t want to waste having
braved the intense heat of the sun to be in the office a few hours early. His colleagues would
soon filter in, once the cover of night gave them safe passage. He stood at the locked cabinet
and tugged ineffectually at the top drawer. Yes there was definitely something in here that was
not meant for Patrick, making him all the more determined to gain access.
Back at the desk he pulled open drawers, turned over papers, lifted up objects. No key to be
found, nothing. He spotted the coffee cup next to the keyboard. ‘Let me drop everything and fix
your problem’ branded on it in large type. His manager would often sit behind his desk holding
the cup at eye level while subordinates talked to him, not answering, just waiting for them to
read the message, get the point and get out of his office. If they took too long to register he’d
soon throw them out, barking at them as they retreated. In all the time Patrick had worked with
the man he’d never actually seen him drink from it. The cup was just a prop, another object
littering a cluttered desk. Patrick picked it up, raised it to his eye in the manner of his superior,
fleshing out what it felt like to be such a dickhead, before tipping it over and pouring the key into
his palm.
Patrick rummaged around the now unlocked filing cabinet drawer. A bottle of vodka, some retro
porn magazines, there must be more the man was hiding. Then bingo, official looking

documents – ‘Project Helios’ – it smelled clandestine. His eager fingers took hold of the report
and he could feel its suppression itching to be released.
With the document in hand he quickly covered his tracks – easy enough given it was a mess
when he’d arrived. Lock the cabinet, key back in the cup, papers back in their stacks. He
scooped up his bag and hit a button on his manager’s desk. The large block-out blinds rose
allowing the last vibrant orange rays of the sunset to fill the room, removing all shapes and
objects with its intense glare. Then as the sun dropped behind the horizon and the room crept
into darkness, Patrick closed the office door behind him and moved quietly to his workstation.
Compared to his supervisor’s office, Patrick’s desk was uncluttered and sparse. He’d never
given the space much thought, other than to avoid it. What was the point in decorating? It
annoyed him the way his co-workers littered their spaces with photos of families and friends,
displaying them as some measure of achievement. ‘This is what I have outside of this place,
what do you have?’ Why should he offer a window into his life to be assessed and ranked
amongst the workforce? Worse still were postings of platitudes and self-motivating mantras,
stuck to people’s cubicles to help them through the day. At least Patrick wrote his own and kept
them in his notebook. He didn’t force them into his co-workers’ field of vision the way they
foisted their banalities on him.
His standard-issue ergonomic chair took his weight but creaked and squeaked as he shifted to
find a comfortable position. He placed the document on the desk and pulled the chair in closer,
ready, a little excited even, to discover what form of administrative ineptitude middle
management had planned: a restructure, job losses, productivity gains? What idiocy would they
be imposing on the workforce next?
As he began to read he was overcome with an acute awareness of the moment. As the words
worked their way through his cerebral cortex he became filled with the horror of their reality.
This was no minor administrative report. Patrick was discovering a truth that put his own
concept of ‘Cosmic Breath’ into the realm of the pathetic. This was not a moment to be
treasured, not a moment to be loved, but as clear a moment as any in his life, a milestone, a
point of reference that couldn’t be erased now that it had made its mark and he realised that
from this point on his life wouldn’t be the same.
Patrick sat with his hands frozen on the document and watched as workers began to arrive, safe
now under the cover of night. Safe from the very sun in the sky that burned their lives into being
but a sun now too strong for them to be exposed to.
He didn’t move, didn’t respond to his co-workers’ ‘good evenings’, didn’t react when the phone
rang, didn’t even realise he was continuing to breathe. There was only himself, the document
before him and what was happening to his mind now that the information had transferred from
paper to grey matter, nothing else registered, nothing else could.
Without fully knowing why, he stood, took the document in one hand, his car keys in the other
and began to move. As he made his way steadily towards the exit he passed the early starters –
some of them he knew, others he didn’t, some he liked, others annoyed him, but they all looked
like ghosts to him now. This pounding idea forced into his head by that wretched document
made them all look dead, their activities meaningless, anything they might have to say useless.
The information was infecting him – a vile fast moving virus corrupting and consuming his
The night air gave little relief, the ground still hot from the day’s saturation of sunlight, the heat
rising and filling his lungs. Every breath made him light-headed. He reached his car – the auto
cooling made the interior a welcome relief from the outside air, but it didn’t bring him back, didn’t
stop the pounding urge to keep moving. He started the car, capitulating to the unknown force
propelling him forward. With no sense of destination, only a need to move away from that
moment, that ground zero moment, he drove onto the open road. His lone vehicle travelled in
the opposite direction to the stream of headlights making their way to work, collectively
illuminating one side of the road as his sole set of headlights moved freely, seemingly

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2 thoughts on “Road to Nowhere Book Tour & Giveaway”

  1. I have had the same thoughts of going in no certain direction. I would love to read it and see where it leads him.

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