By Gary Braver
Elixir is a unique poised, occasionally awkwardly, among the calls for of philosophical hypothesis and people of hang-on-to-your-hats suspense. Gary Braver's biotech mystery takes as its premise the life of a fountain of sweet sixteen: while Chris Bacon, a devoted medicinal chemist for Darby prescribed drugs, trips to Papua, New Guinea, looking for "miracle medications that develop on trees," he reveals even more than the contraceptive plant steroids he was once trying to find. He discovers tabukari, the "forbidden flower of the lengthy day"--a blossom with the facility to delay life.
When his bosses, and different robust and unsavory characters, notice that Chris has effectively synthesized a formulation for immortality, the scientist and his kin develop into the goals of a ruthless manhunt. What the undesirable men don't recognize is that Chris didn't cease at injecting lab rats along with his elixir; he's himself partaking in a deadly scan. Braver successfully conveys either Chris's burning wish to attempt the culmination of his exertions, and his wife's prophetic realizing that these culmination are way more deadly than whatever Eve may have given Adam:
They have been silent for a protracted spell, and Laura felt the previous anger burn itself in the course of the unhappiness. Chris had introduced this upon them himself. In a monumentally silly act he had injected the stuff into his veins 13 years in the past and perpetually contaminated the very cloth in their lives. whereas she understood the entire forces that had pushed him to that act, she may possibly by no means forgive him. greater than a person else alive he was once in a position to foresee the results yet had selected to ignore them in its place. And whereas she felt pity and compassion for him, there have been moments she hated him for what he had done.
In addition to metaphysical speculations at the social results of residing without end, biotech thrillers call for motion, suspense, vehicle chases, villains, breathless goals, weapons, significant glances--you identify it, Braver offers it, and it's an unholy mess every now and then. His experience of plot is shaky, and the unconventional falters every time it strikes clear of Chris and his kin (and even they could develop into a section tedious). yet Elixir is extra profitable than the sum of those elements would appear to permit; in taking up the ability of analysis and genetic manipulation, Braver has plugged right into a scorching subject, and he mostly does it justice. --Kelly Flynn
ELIXIR has been optioned for movie construction via Scott loose Productions and PolyGram Filmed leisure.
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The scent of nachos teased me. My fingers itched to pick up a ball, to send it flying down the lane. I loved bowling. I just hadn’t done it in weeks…because of him. Of Aaron. This was where we had our first date. Where we were supposed to be having a date. Right now. A sharp pang stabbed my heart and each thud was like a hammer against my chest. How had things gotten so messed up? Before we started dating—and even during—I used to think of him as Heart Stopper; I’d see his smile and my heart would give one solid thump and then poof, stop.
Are you getting a divorce? Are we becoming a statistic? ” My father let out a startled laugh, erasing the seriousness from his face for at least two full seconds. ” He quickly waved his hands. ” I let out a deep breath and sat back down, eyeing them warily. I wasn’t ready to relax just yet. The ‘nothing like that’ left a lot of ground uncovered. For instance, they could tell me I had been adopted or something. ” I asked. I shouldn’t have. As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew it’d been a mistake.
And then I burst into hysterics, laughing and crying at the same time. It was a silver necklace with a pendent. The pendent was…I couldn’t fathom the words. It was a small silver heart. Shooting through the heart was a single arrow, the tip made of a black stone. Onyx. My heart leaped and I wasn’t sure my ribs could contain it long. “I’m sorry,” I sobbed, the word bubbling out of nowhere. ” It was beautiful and ironic. And I didn’t deserve it. ” The words, spoken so softly, hit me like a lead fist and went straight through my chest to my heart.