Archive for January 7th, 2016

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Forever Your Girl”!

January 7, 2016

Hi all! It’s time for another Early Bird Sneak Peek, where I share a glimpse at the story my lucky Early Bird patrons will be enjoying next Saturday thanks to their pledges at my Patreon page! Of course, if you’re not an Early Bird patron, you’ll still get a story next week–“Take Me Home Tonight”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Forever Your Girl”! (MC MF MD)

 

In the distant future, archaeologist Jace Andron excavates a ruin on the long-dead world known as Earth. What he finds changes everything he knows about the last great era of the cradle of humanity.

 

Here’s a taste:

 

All he could think of as he ran was the stories. He’d read them as a child, fairy tales of derring-do and heroism from a long-dead world. Stories of men and women who could fly through the skies without rocket-belts and shatter stone with their bare fists, fighting a never-ending battle for truth and justice against all sorts of monsters and madmen. He’d never really forgotten those old stories, even when he grew up and learned the darker, more complex histories behind them. The Age of Heroes, the last great era of Earth civilization before the Great Collapse.

 

He’d seen artifacts of the Age of Heroes. He’d touched the xenonite knuckles that WildRose used in the final battle against Imperil, he’d seen with his own eyes the empathic crystal that held Professor Psyche’s last message to humanity. He’d even gone as far as the Olympus system to see with his own eyes the Dyson Sphere the immortals had made when they withdrew from the universe. He knew all their stories, and he knew how they all ended. All except one. This one.

 

The raised dais jutted a full thirty feet from the chamber floor, a pyramid of steps leading up to a granite throne. And above that throne, Jace saw the emblem that had launched a billion nightmares. His banner had been flown by a thousand impostors over the centuries, all claiming to be the legend returned. They’d said he was behind the Tyronian Purges, that he was the secret leader of the Sirian Death Cults, that he was working behind the scenes to orchestrate an endless parade of human misery. It had been a thousand years since his last confirmed sighting, but humanity still held its collective breath waiting for him to return. And here it was. The crimson fist, ascending from a lightning bolt. The symbol of Doctor Damian Darke.

 

Hope you enjoy it!

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