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Saturday, 20 April 2013

Eden's Revenge - where in the galaxy is it?

I've been offline writing-wise for a couple of weeks while the final manuscript has been with the publishers. Unfortunately there was a 'glitch' in the formatting, which has set us back a bit. Fixing it now... So it will be May, not April...

In the meantime, here's the proposed blurb to whet your appetite, and a short extract from one of the chapters, to whet it some more...


After eighteen years, the quarantine that has protected humanity’s survivors  on the planet Esperia is about to end.  Mankind won't stand a chance without external help. Yet in the middle of a galactic war, who is concerned about one small planet when worlds fall every day? Eden's Revenge is the heart-stopping third episode in the Eden Saga.
Awe-inspiring aliens are swept up in an epic narrative.” Sophia McDougall, best-selling SF author of Savage City
Brilliant plotting, sizzling action, the tension and pull of the story keep it steamrollering along.” Gideon Roberton, screenwriter and author.
...an outstanding finale. Seriously, the best one of the three, I read the last half straight through--couldn't put it down.” Jacob Millican, reviewer, USA.


Virginia, Ramires, and six youngbloods sprinted toward the still-smoking Raptor just landed in Pentangle Square in front of the Monofaith, as four Q’Roth and a tall, slender woman leapt down from its aft hatch. Virginia noticed straightaway the woman’s air of confidence, as if she was about to go for a stroll – Alician for sure.  Two teams of Vasquez’s heavily armed militia converged from opposite sides of the plaza. The blonde in the midst of the Q’Roth held up a silver ball above her head, then let it go.
            “Down!” Ramires yelled, but only he and Virginia hit the ground fast enough. A carpet of emerald flame lasered outwards with a sharp wasp-like buzzing sound across the plaza, cutting all the other youngbloods and militia in two. Virginia watched in horror as her brothers’ and sisters’ heads and torsos toppled to the ground, sliced in two at their waists, twitching and arching, gurgling noises coming from bursting throats, hands and arms reaching out in spasm before stilling.
Not like this!
            “Be still!” Ramires hissed at her. The flame layer hovered above them, still fizzing, and Virginia knew he was right – they were still far enough away that the raiders might think they were dead. Through heat-hazed air she saw four Alicians leave the Raptor and head into the Monofaith, accompanied by two of the Q’Roth warriors, leaving one pair and the blonde.
            “I take the warriors, you take down the woman,” Ramires said.
That was fine with her; that bitch was dead meat.
“Vasquez,” Ramires whispered to his wristcom, “we need a distraction, fire a shell right in front of the Monofaith.”
Virginia surveyed her target and calculated the distance, the time, the wind direction. Six seconds. Her muscles tensed, she lifted her abdomen slightly, dug the toes of her boots into the ground, and placed her palms next to her chest. The Q’Roth and Alicians had just entered the Monofaith’s wooden archway doors when the shell hit. Virginia sprang forward as soon as the woman’s head swivelled to see the blast of dirt, like an upside-down volcano. One. She took the giant silent strides like she’d been trained to, straight towards the woman, who had lifted something silver and stubby in her right hand. Two. In the corner of her eye, she saw Ramires cut left to go around the other side of the Raptor to take the Q’Roth warriors from an oblique angle – God he ran fast! Three. She unholstered her pulse pistol, felt its warmth in her hand. Four. She took aim, still running. The woman’s head turned and saw her. Five. Virginia fired, but the woman had flung herself backward in an arc, twisting in mid air. Virginia’s right leg caved beneath her as a stab of heat lengthening up her torso and down to her right foot told her she’d been hit. She tried to get off another shot but her right hand instinctively went down to the ground as she pummelled headlong into the dust. 


Eden's Revenge... Coming soon...

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