Prologue
Working on a new novel. It’s intended to be in the neighborhood of Douglass Adams. I hope I can hit that high bar.
Working on a new novel. It’s intended to be in the neighborhood of Douglass Adams. I hope I can hit that high bar.
The night sky rushed by in a wild breeze. From inside the train car the horizon was framed like motion
“What do you suppose is on the other side of that, Yawdryl?” The Caerten’s voice ripped the him from his
2050 Director Holt stood at the head of the long, polished table in the Pentagon’s secure briefing room, the cold
They huddled in the dark, too shaken to speak. What little moonlight slipped through the veil of vines at the
2050 The conference room was dim, with only the glow from the projection screen casting faint shadows on the stone-faced
Introduction Before I tell you about the games and adventures they represent, it is important to lay down a bit
The day opened warm and bright, sunlight drifting between thinning branches to stripe the game trail in shifting gold. The
Cape Canaveral – Late 2046 The crowd gathered at Cape Canaveral had come expecting thunder. They stood shoulder to shoulder
Chapter 6 The next morning came, much like every morning on Mars. The Orbisun blazed its path through the sky