With "Plasma Dreams," Eric Nichols has achieved what most first-time novelists only fantasize about. This is a fascinating, tightly-written thriller with a unique premise, finely-drawn characters, and a fast-paced narrative that keeps the reader turning pages like a maniac from start to finish. I no longer read much sci-fi, and I avoid the horror/mystery genre like the plague, but I found "Plasma Dreams" to be that rarity of genre fiction: a literate, well-crafted work that combines the seemingly disparate elements of ethnography, science, psychology, and good old cloak-and-dagger intrigue with a sure and confident hand. I'll definitely be looking forward to Nichols' next book!
While some might find the premise behind "Plasma Dreams" a bit "standard" I can tell you this is by far no ordinary book. Eric Nichols has a way of using an interesting blend of quirky prose, science fact, and downright interesting characterizations to weave a tale of intrique, interpersonal relations and science fact to tell the story of the journies of Venny and Lisa. After the first few pages you will be hooked in wanting to find out the truth as to what has really happened to Lisa. I am sure you will be as pleased as I was in this book. I look forward to reading about further adventures of Lisa and Venny - I can definitely guarantee you will never read another book with characters as "interesting" and "unique" as those in this book. It is quite evident that eric not only knows the craft of putting words into print, but has a great grasp for the technical aspects of the scinece he uses to weave his tales.
Great read and filled with suspence and realism that kept me trying to figure out who the locals really were. I found myself in the book and feeling the fear and intrigue of all the surounding elements involved. I'd pass this book around but I may never get it back.
once again we see this alaskan flim flam man using two bit words to justify his self worth and to make himself appear to be educated. i recommend he immigrates back into that hovel of an igloo he lives in and lay off the sauce. in his ever increasing body of pornographic filth we see him dwell into the subjects of bestiality and incest in this poorly written excuse for a book. if you want to read all about his sick and twisted masturbatory fantasys this book will find a home right beside your box of kleenex.