Blurb
Two people fleeing their planets discover a
shared destiny.
When an alien spacecraft crashes on Mars, the
repercussions sweep throughout the solar system and endanger the fragile new
alliance with the Warrish mermen.
Alarik Kenton Tallis, Eldest of three brothers,
was forced to infiltrate human society on Earth as a spy to insure his injured
brother receives proper medical care. But when his transmissions are detected,
he must flee the planet.
On Mars, Phoebe Wong, a veterinary scientist
with dubious family connections, is desperate to escape the underworld gangs
terrorizing the domed city. She jumps at the chance to join the colonists bound
for a distant exoplanet.
Their paths converge on a space ferry bound for
the outer planets. Troubles generated by the mysterious spacecraft pursue them
to Jupiter. Will their flight end on Europa, the hyperspace gateway to the
stars protected by three diverse species?
Excerpt
Phoebe has spent a lot of
time with Rick Kent on the space ferry, but she doesn’t know he is an alien. In
this excerpt, she finally sees him without his disguise. Note: Warrish men have
colorful hairstyles and moustaches. Alarik has very striking hair.
Several Warrish men were
relaxing in the room. They wore identical clothing of loose white tunics with
wide belts and scaled green leggings over their six-toed bare feet. Near the
entrance, a familiar triad with matching blue hair leaned on the counter, each man
clasping a flask of greenish liquid. Another triad, three men with maroon
Mohawks, sat around a table. In the middle of the counter, a tall Warrish man was
filling a flask from a spigot. His flamboyant hair style caught her attention. His
locks swept back over his scalp like a fiery wave with vivid orange roots
shading to yellow at the tips. His eyebrows and short moustache had the same
orange to yellow coloring. His left cheekbone bore a triad mark, an orange
streak terminating in a yellow spot. Like several of the others, he wore wrist
guards of gleaming copper. As she drew nearer, his familiar profile twisted her
heartstrings.
He turned toward her,
halting to stare at her. He smiled, warm recognition sparking in his vivid
green eyes. “Hello, Phoebe. What tides swept you here?”
She scanned his
green-tinged face with the strange intense eyes and orange tattoo. “Rick? Is it
really you?”
“It’s true.” He placed
his hand over his heart, bowed and touched two fingers to his triad mark.
“Alarik Kenton Tallis, First of the Flaming Comets. That’s my real name. You
may call me Rick if you prefer.”
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