Prologue
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Convergence
Convergence Chapter 10: Currents of Power
2050 Director Holt stood at the head of the long, polished table in the Pentagon’s secure briefing room, the cold
Chapter 8: Invitation to the Table
They huddled in the dark, too shaken to speak. What little moonlight slipped through the veil of vines at the
Convergence Chapter 9: Claiming the Morningstar
2050 The conference room was dim, with only the glow from the projection screen casting faint shadows on the stone-faced
Chapter 7: The Price of Asking
The day opened warm and bright, sunlight drifting between thinning branches to stripe the game trail in shifting gold. The
Convergence Chapter 08: Prometheus Rises
Cape Canaveral – Late 2046 The crowd gathered at Cape Canaveral had come expecting thunder. They stood shoulder to shoulder
Chapter 6: Eat, and You Shall Never Be Clean
The morning sun filtered weakly through the trees, casting pale gold into the hollow. The air was cool, still damp
Convergence Chapter 7: The First Light
The Situation Room, The White House – Washington D.C. – Late 2046 The situation room thrummed with a quiet, electric
Convergence Chapter 6: God of War
The walls of the NASA Jet Propulsion Laboratory’s main conference room were lined with mission badges, planetary maps, and models
Chapter 5: In the Owl’s Debt
Shade moved ahead of the others with the silent, practiced ease of someone who’d spent most of his adult life