Arena Mode (The Arena Mode Saga) (Volume 1)
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THE ARENA MODE SAGA - KICKSTARTER’S #1 MOST-FUNDED SCIENCE-FICTION SERIES OF ALL TIME * BSFA Nominee – Best Science-Fiction Book of 2013 * Part of the Florida State High School Curriculum * Shipped to 25 countries and translated into Italian REVIEWS FOR THE AUTHOR "Blake Northcott's Arena Mode series grabbed me from the first page and wouldn't let go. She's telling a story about unique characters in a unique world, and she's doing it with a unique voice. More, please." – Mark Waid (Kingdom Come) "Blake Northcott is the most exciting new voice to come to superheroes in over a decade. She's got a brand new angle on this material. I genuinely think she's going to be a game-changer." - Mark Millar (Kick-Ass, Kingsman: The Secret Service) "Sometimes you get a chance to jump on board a writers career at the start, before everybody else discovers how good they are. Blake Northcott is that opportunity. So jump on her already...wait, just read her books." - Dave Johnson (Superman: Red Son, Deadpool) “Blake Northcott is pretty much is making nerd dreams come true. Action, Suspense and Comics all at once? Can I make that a double, with a large side of blow your mind? ! Try not to fall in love. I dare you!” - Regina Carpinelli, CEO and Founder of Stan Lee's Comikaze SUMMARY In his twenty-nine years, Matthew Moxon had done virtually nothing with his record-breaking IQ and unparalleled problem solving abilities. He’d been content with his lower-class existence: counting cards at the local casino, and using the winnings to finance his ever-expanding comic book collection. His life was blissfully uneventful until one morning, a dangerous fall lands him in the emergency room, and he discovers a tumor is pressing against his brain. Unable to afford experimental but potentially life-saving surgery, Moxon takes drastic action. He volunteers for ‘Arena Mode’, the year 2041's most vicious sporting event, where superhumans fight in an urban combat zone for a multi-billion dollar prize. Moxon is forced to battle opponents possessing ungodly speed, strength, and abilities once thought to exist only across the pages of superhero comics – and he’s armed with nothing more than his rapidly-diminishing brain cells. With the odds stacked impossibly against him, he fights to not only survive the wrath of the other competitors, but to unlock the mysteries buried within the Arena itself.
managed. “Ew!” she shouted. “What?” “It’s a big tentacle sex monster,” Gavin explained. “Japan is way into that stuff.” I shook my head. “Peyton, H.P. Lovecraft was an American author who specialized in horror and dark fantasy – the Cthulhu was one of his creations. Gavin, as usual, is full of shit.” Even when throbbing in pain, my brain didn’t stop processing a mile a minute. “Nope,” Gavin insisted, completely deadpan. “It’s porn. Mox, I think your tumor might be getting worse.” I
She reached into the pocket of her jeans and removed a small ruby-colored bag, pulled together with a tiny drawstring. She tugged it open and plucked out a ring. It was a thick, ornate silver band with a cube-like design in the center. It was a tessellation, wrapping back around itself in an infinitely continuing pattern. I’d seen artwork with similar designs (M. C. Escher made a career out of them) but never anything quite like it in real life. “It’s...nice.” What else was I supposed to say?
entertainment. “I guess that Arena Mode is the next logical step. And once the viewers get a chance to soak their senses in the digital bloodbath, there’ll be no turning back. - Cassandra Cole (Combat Sports Monthly, April 2041 Issue) Hurtling towards the Earth at a hundred miles per hour provides an amazing amount of mental clarity. Of course you don’t have enough time to gather and process many thoughts, but the ones that you do have are remarkably sharp. A checklist blistered through my
thinking, it’s what you’re thinking. Focus on me, touching you.” She cupped her hands and extended them a few inches from my cheeks. I tried, but her hands continued to pass through me. “You can’t just want it, Mox. You have to need it. Like you’re suffocating, and my hands pressing on your skin will give you oxygen.” She gazed at me and offered a quick, reassuring nod. My eyes fell shut, lids heavy with sedation. The sensation of her hands warmed my face. She made contact. Brynja transmitted
and before he knew what was happening, I’d have my hands wrapped tightly around the bastard’s neck. He was in his office, I was sure of it. I instantly recognized the surroundings when he appeared on video, including his prized katana, prominently displayed in the background. He wanted to be nearby, close to the action. It explained why he was so insistent on hosting Arena Mode in Manhattan. I found a nearby delivery truck and drove it across the city. I pulled up to Frost Tower, stepped out,