Ophiliana was the better fighter. I was the better spellcaster. We were, however, both dragons; magic and muscle in one package, wings that could block out the sun, flame that could burn a horse to the bone, eyes as sharp as eagle’s.
And yet, for all our strength and power, Ophiliana and I could not conceive.
We kept trying, of course. Dead egg after dead egg. We waited.
The humans were not so patient. They pleaded with the gods to return. They threatened. They screamed to the heavens.
And then, all other avenues exhausted, they sacrificed.
Now humanity lies in ashes. The cradle of our civilization, Earth, is nothing more than a charred husk, a dead world in an empty solar system in an unremarkable corner of the galaxy.
The war is over.
Captain Melissa Liao and the remaining band of Humans, numbering barely in the tens of thousands, hold the future of their entire species in their hands. They must settle a new world, encounter friends and enemies new and old, and plant the seeds of hope in the ashes of humanity.
Book four of the Lacuna series.
- Lacuna: The Sands of Karathi
- Lacuna: The Spectre of Oblivion
- Lacuna: The Ashes of Humanity (new release!)
- Lacuna: The Prelude to Eternity (coming 2014!)
Don't miss these short stories set in the Lacuna universe:
- Magnet: Special Mission
- Magnet: Marauder
The Toralii guns are silent. Humanity’s home of Velsharn is secure. There are no more battles. No more wars. The machinations of a dying man have traded a single life for a species; Captain Melissa Liao’s world is four iron walls and pain, but her suffering buys life for mankind. Her legacy is one of struggle, selflessness, and sacrifice.
Held in the grasp of the Toralii Alliance, she takes little comfort in this. Is this the swansong for war, for steel and blood and gunpowder? Is this the price of peace?
Amongst the crew of the TFR Beijing, the TFR Tehran, and the TFR Washington, a chorus rings:
No one gets left behind.
The climactic sixth, and final, book of the Lacuna series.
Kobolds die every day. Even hatchlings are familiar with death, taught to understand it from an early age. Death is our nursemaid. By the time a hatchling has reached adulthood it has seen a hundred lives ended.
Humans do things differently. Humans avoid talking of death. It is spoken in whispers, avoided in conversation. When they must discuss it they use euphemisms, silly phrases like “passed on” or “sleeping” or “gone away”.
They are hoping, perhaps, they can pretend such euphemisms will not one day apply to them.
Ultimately, though, they always do.
These are some of the hardest times I have ever faced and some of my sweetest joys. I have so many stories to tell but this one should come next. It will take some time.
This is the story of how I came to truly understand death, and what it means to take a life.
The Kobolds series:
#1: Ren of Atikala
#2: Ren of Atikala: The Scars of Northaven (Now available for preorder!)
Other stories set in Drathari, the World of Shattered Dreams:
- The Gods are Silent, a short story (Coming early 2015!).