When two civilians and a space station engineer discover who destroyed the starship Hrabrost, they must find each other and find help before the killers find them. Only by working together with Admiral Jenkins and his daughter, Amanda, can they stop the killers before they destroy the Terran Alliance from the inside.
From mechlizards to anthropoveils, from political asylum to the insane asylum, this book peels away another layer of the onion-like story first told by the first two books in the series, Traitors In Waiting and Enemies From Within.
Intricately woven around the previous stories, this book tells a new tale that will leave you reinterpreting everything you have read so far.
Klern waited in the short hall that led to a maintenance tube along the outer perimeter of the landing pad—a tube that, in turn, led to the port weapons battery.
Klern brandished the machete, running his finger gently along the length of the blade, carefully checking its sharpness without drawing blood. The trap was set and baited, his breath bated, his bloodlust nearly sated.
It would only be a matter of time before Pierre came around the corner. Klern could hear his footsteps in the distance.
Yes. Yes, he thought. Come closer. Closer. It will all be over soon.
When worlds collide, only two things are certain: everything you thought you knew is wrong, and the people you thought you knew are no longer who they appear to be.
David is an avid musician, writer, photographer, videographer, musical composer, and hard-core geek with a Master’s degree in computer science and a Bachelor’s degree in communications (broadcasting) and computer science.
In addition to writing this book, David also created various workflow tools used in its production, did all of the content production and design, redesigned many of the fonts, and drew the cover art.
His choral music has been performed by the Diocesan Choir of Monterey, California and the contemporary choir at Holy Cross Catholic Church in Santa Cruz, CA. He spends much of his spare time performing with musical ensembles in the greater Santa Cruz area.
From schizophrenic computers to mechlizards, from sociopathic terrorists to a device that can stop time itself, this book spins a tale of adventure, intrigue, and even horror, peppered with laughs.
“Sic Kend’hara i’michlus’t vi yu grecht. Sic Kend’erus vi vey inacht. Frecas sol vey grecht. Oc’flieme, sepra, fliecht ste’gats frecasse. Ic nule vey carus. Ic Kend’hara fi erust.”
“With open arms for to welcome, we greet you. With arms closed, we lay ourselves down. Only darkness greets us. One light, distant, shining upon darkness’ gate. And nothingness surrounds us. And open arms forever close.”
—final transmission of the starship Kend’hara, Terran year 2360 A.D.
This novel is the first in a trilogy of parallel plots that tell the story of the end of the war between the Terran Alliance and the Colonial Earth Alliance. It tells the story from the perspective of the victors.
The second novel, Enemies from Within, is a somewhat darker story that describes the same time period from the perspective of the colonists, and tells how things got so bad in the first place.
The third novel peels away another layer of the onion.
Beginning almost a century before Traitors In Waiting, it chronicles the lives of Mars colonists who joined the rebellion to liberate Kinji, a colony of political prisoners.
Later, when the newly formed government of Kinji is taken over by enemies from within, ECIA agent Carlie Sinclair must infiltrate Mikarta Central Intelligence (Kinji’s capital city police force) with the aid of a Mars agent who is not what he seems to be.
Finally, as the events of Traitors in Waiting unfold, an elite team of CEA military scientists work in secret to develop a weapon that could end the war once and for all... or destroy humanity in the process.
The rumbling slowly decreased and eventually subsided. Then, as quickly as they had begun, the sirens went silent.
“This is it,” Marc said. “This is how it begins.”
And silence still.
“Oh, yeah,” he added. “It’s January 14th. Happy thirty-eighth birthday, Kurt.”
A few minutes passed in silence, and still they heard no signs of attack. When they walked down the hall and stepped out onto the balcony, they were greeted by a dark sky with no signs of any activity whatsoever except for the normal glow of the city lights in the distance.
“Where’s the kaboom?” Marc joked. “There was supposed to be a Kinji-shattering kaboom.”
Time travel, portals, terrorist bombings, bioterror plots, murder, espionage, and attempted suicides are just the tip of the iceberg.