Mutated Blood Lines

Mutated_Blood_Lines 2016by Diane Lynn McGyver

Quarter Castle Publishing

Genre: Fiction-Short Story-Science Fiction

Published: February 21, 2012

ISBN (eBook; approximately 4,060 words): 978-0-9868089-5-1

Available in eBook format at, Smashwords, iTunes and Barnes & Noble


Self-reliant Autumn survived the floodwaters of the Atlantic Ocean when they threatened to consume Nova Scotia and its inhabitants in late 2012, but she hadn’t done it alone. Her brother Graham, an employee of the new government system, insisted she abandon the island and return with him to New Canada. She refused. While she swears she is safe, he is convinced he knows best and will stop at nothing to have his way.


“That’s a pretty necklace,” said Terese, pointing at Autumn’s neck. “I haven’t seen anything like it.”

Autumn stifled the gasp threatening to escape. Eoghan had given it to her before Graham had arrived, and she had forgotten to remove it.

“Yeah, I haven’t seen it before.” Graham leant forward to touch it.

Startled, Autumn pulled back. The dizziness returned and she slipped from her chair, landing on the floor like dead weight. Her attempts to get to her feet failed.

“Hey, Sis, a little too much whiskey in the tea?” Graham stared down at her with a solemn face. He made no motion to help her.

“I-I’m not sure.” The room spun. The light faded. “I…I feel tired.” She blinked to bring her vision into focus. “Is it getting dark? It’s the…middle of…” Her words trailed off. The effort to move her tongue felt too great.

“You were right.”

Autumn heard Graham’s voice, but she could no longer see him. Who was right about what?

“I’ve done this hundreds of times,” said Terese. “The drug can subdue any human within minutes. They become completely incapacitated.”

“And she won’t wake until we arrive in Toronto?”

“Precisely. Once we arrive at the institution, we’ll administer another dose. You’ll have your new set of eyes by the end of the week.”

Autumn’s pulse raced. What were they talking about?

“Your sister’s blindness will make it impossible for her to leave the holding pen.” Terese’s voice sounded self-satisfying.

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