Wednesday, April 24, 2013
MOVING!
One more day and the movers arrive to pack up all my sh--, I mean all my precious stuff. The last few months have been a whirlwind of activity, between organizing hubby's retirement, selling a house, buying a house, moving our youngest son into his own apartment (he decided not to move to Florida with us) and getting ourselves ready to move. In addition to all that I managed to finish up the revisions for my upcoming release DARK STAR DAWNING. I'm pooped.
Here's a sneak peek at DARK STAR DAWNING.
And you can watch the video trailer here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CVpyHw7qUUc&feature=youtu.be
EXCERPT:
Here's a sneak peek at DARK STAR DAWNING.
And you can watch the video trailer here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CVpyHw7qUUc&feature=youtu.be
EXCERPT:
Behind Reese the door slid closed
shutting out the woman’s pleas and terrified scream. He blocked the guilt by
reminding himself that her suffering might be the salvation of the entire
empire. And if her small, battered body didn’t hold the key, how would he live
with the remorse then?
He sucked in recycled air. He’d
survive it the same way he endured his other sins. Saving the billions of
inhabitants of the empire was worth the cost of his soul. But, his conscience
countered, his soul was his to trade. Her life was not.
Inside his cabin he ripped off
his helmet and flung it aside. It hit the wall with a sharp crack. The
destruction didn’t ease his anger. Nor did he worry about being invaded by the
ash. If even one particle of the ash had escaped the woman, the ship’s
carefully calibrated sensors would have set off an alert. Body tense he lay on
his bunk to rest. He tried to forget the sound of the woman’s scream. Sleep was
a long time coming.
Hours later, the com buzz woke
him from an all too familiar nightmare where his wife and young son reached for
him, their bodies twisting in the agony of Brasu possession and then dissolving
into ash as he watched helplessly. Sweat dampened his chest and stung his eyes.
At least he told himself it was sweat. Only when awake did he have ease from
that torment, that his mind acknowledged his wife’s and son’s suffering was
over, while as long as he lived his anguish over their deaths would continue.
His fingers closed around the seedpod necklace his son had made for him. It
provided no comfort. Unlike in his nightmare, he hadn’t seen their bodies,
hadn’t watched them die. They’d been vaporized when Lyndola was destroyed.
His breath shuddered as his heart
rate settled back to normal.
“Captain?” Asa’s voice came over
the com.
“You have something?” he asked, hoping
Asa would think his voice’s gruffness came from sleep.
“Yes and no. I think you’d better
get down to med-bay.”
"The woman? Is she dead?”
Like acid, anger burned in his veins, but Reese kept his tone even. Raging at
Asa would solve nothing.
The doctor, though not a cruel
man, was a thorough and determined one. Like everyone else he’d lost family and
friends to the Brasu. If it meant the end of the threat, the pain and death of
one innocent wouldn’t cause him to hesitate. Reese’s own guilt was harder to
ignore.
“Just get down here.”
Reese picked up his helmet. The
visor was cracked. He’d get another in the med-bay.
Minutes later, he entered the
med-bay lab and stopped. The woman lay motionless on the exam table. Despite
her slightly swollen nose, split lip and bruises she was an attractive woman. A
tousled mop of fiery red hair surrounded a pale, delicate face. Her brows, a
darker shade of red, arched above tilted eyes. He knew that beneath her closed
lids her eyes were a verdant green.
Her body was prepped for surgery,
the creamy skin down the center of her bare chest discolored by the ugly blue disinfectant.
Fury at the injustice of life
boiled inside him. He knew the only way to flush the ash from a person was to
open the lungs. Many of those infected, especially soldiers, rather than remain
in isolation, chose the risky surgery. Only those physically and mentally
strong survived. This woman was too fragile to live through the grueling
procedure.
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