On a planet where the only difference between three tribes is their blood color, war is on the horizon. Breaker, an amputee, wants peace for his family and home. Malani, a kidnapped POW, wants to return home. Luka wants justice for his home. All three teens come together when Breaker is given seven days to fix a wrecked enemy starship or their home, and peace, is forfeit..
"In this richly imagined start to a new sci-fi series, Reed brings optimism to the goal of solving entrenched violence in a galaxy far, far away . . . A propulsive, sharply crafted tale about a planetary war." -Kirkus Reviews
A gust of mountain wind swept through the valley and plastered my tunic against my back. The cold wind sent another onslaught of shivers across my body like static electricity. The clouds parted, and the rain lifted as though someone flipped a switch. Light from the twin moons drizzled behind me.
Suddenly, the night was quiet save for a remnant of trickling rain.
The hairs on the back of my neck saluted. I wasn’t alone. I could feel its presence.
A silver and black machine monstrosity lay cradled and honeycombed in overgrown foliage. The drifting moons-light backlit its massive curves, sparking off its sharp angles and highlighting its scale-like pattern. As big as my apartment building, the machine practically glowed in the moons’ reflection. My jaw dropped and I breathed like I do on a sugar rush. It was striking. Striking and beautiful and otherworldly. Unlike anything I’d ever seen. Unlike anything I’d ever dreamed.
The machine looked undamaged, though the thick curling plants blocked most my view. A walkway descended out of its belly on the right. The front end and very top was made of a glass-like substance, thick with dust. A disk-like structure jammed into the lower front end. The rear split into three exhausts, while the side exhausts rested underneath a bird-like wing. My head barely reached the bottom of the cylinders.
I was aware of the rain’s moisture on my skin. I was aware of my size in relation to the distant strip of stars. I was aware of, not just a void, but a huge gaping wound in my life I only now realized was there, but whatever caused the emptiness—this, this, whatever this was—was the answer to filling it.
I approached the side and rubbed my fist against the rust. The grit came off easy. Underneath lay a carved line, a nail-length deep. I rubbed more, following the traces of the etching upward, from side to side, until I couldn’t reach anymore, and wiped the gunk on my pants.
The letter E. Our language.
Exhausts and wings for flight. The strangeness of the machine. The pieces fell into order. I took a couple steps back, and my makeshift harness wiggled.
The word tasted like a kiss. Full, mysterious, left me wanting more.
About the Author
Abby J. Reed writes young adult science fiction and fantasy novels that ask “what if…?” She has a degree in English Writing and is drawn to characters with physical limitations due to her own neurological disorder called Chronic Migraine. Her debut novel, When Planets Fall, will be published in April 2017 by Soul Mate Publishing.Abby lives in Colorado with her husband and two fluffy pups. If her hands aren’t on the keyboard, they are stained purple and blue with paint.
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