
THE COMPLETE NOVEL
The Paperback.
All five parts. Every chapter. The entire story of Dennis and Lucija in one volume.
- 6 × 9-inch paperback
- Chapters 1–69
- The complete novel
THE DEBUT NOVEL
Eleven Years, One Voice,
No Way to Answer.
They called the voices an illness. Then he found out who was sending them.
A speculative thriller by Daniel Vaara
He hears a hidden network. She cannot hear a reply. Neither understands the connection.
01 / THE STORY
Dennis Mercer has heard strangers inside his head since he was six. His file calls it an illness. In forty-one days, a court will decide whether he can leave the system that has managed his life since childhood.
Then a number he hears turns up in the world outside his notebook. The voices are real. They belong to a hidden communications network—and Dennis is listening without permission.
Across the Atlantic, Lucija can send thoughts powerful enough to make trained receivers bleed. She cannot hear their replies. The boy she has sensed for eleven years is the one part of her life she cannot explain.
When Dennis finally learns how to silence the traffic, the network begins looking for the cause.
02 / CHOOSE YOUR EDITION
The complete novel in paperback,
or the same story in three Kindle volumes.

THE COMPLETE NOVEL
All five parts. Every chapter. The entire story of Dennis and Lucija in one volume.
Begin with Volume 1, then continue with 2 and 3.
These are consecutive sections of the same novel, not separate sequels.

KINDLE · START HERE
Chapters 1–27
A voice without a source. A court date. The first evidence that the impossible is real.
Part One: The Imagined Companion
Part Two: Past the Ninth Year
From “Intake” to “One Voice.”

KINDLE · CONTINUE THE STORY
Chapters 28–50
An experiment in silence. A disturbance no one can explain. A search closing in.
Part Three: The Figure Has No Properties
Part Four: The Disturbance in the Child
From “Lure Design” to “The Route.”

KINDLE · COMPLETE THE NOVEL
Chapters 51–69
A message hidden in plain sight. A bargain with a price. The distance between two people.
Part Five: The Second Hand
From “Custody” to “Postmortem.”
03 / THE FIRST PAGE
Chapter 1 · Intake
“Dennis Mercer woke at 5:40 because Karachi woke at 5:40.”
He had never been to Karachi. He had never met the man. The name came from a fragment eleven years ago, one word riding in on somebody else’s morning, and Dennis had needed something to call him, and the name had stuck the way things stick when you are six years old and have no better system.
forty-one. forty-one. no the second one. forty-one
Karachi counted in the mornings. Whatever he counted, he got it wrong the first time, every day, and corrected himself, every day, and had done both for eleven years. Dennis had thought about this more than he had thought about most things. A man who counts wrong every morning is either very old or very careful. Dennis put careful at about sixty percent and kept the other forty in reserve.
He kept everything in reserve.
The room was nine feet by eleven. He had measured it with a shoelace his second night in the house, because a room you have measured is a room that belongs to you a little, and he had needed it to belong to him a little. Two beds. One window with a screen that had been painted shut before he was born. A dresser with three drawers, one of which was his, and a smoke detector with the battery out, which was against four separate regulations and which nobody had fixed in seven months.
Above him, Teddy was talking to Delphine.
“I told her that,” Teddy said. “I did. I said it twice.”
Delphine did not exist. Dennis was certain of this in the way he was certain of very little else. He had listened for her, in the beginning, the way you check a lock you know you turned. There was nothing there. Whatever was happening in the bunk above him was happening entirely inside Teddy, and it hurt him, and it was not going to stop, and the pills he took at seven and again at eight were the best anyone could do about it, which was not much.
Nineteen years old. Kindest person in the house.
“Twice,” Dennis agreed.
“You weren’t there.”
“I believe you anyway.”
From The Eleventh by Daniel Vaara.
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Daniel Vaara is a debut author of speculative fiction. The Eleventh is his first novel.
His fiction explores hidden systems, impossible communication, and the consequences of knowing too much.
This is the official home for his books and publication news.
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