I’ve been lazy about updating this past week, after going out of town for some family time in the piney woods. We had fun but I didn’t forget about you lot 😉
Qeya is published! You can find it on Amazon and I am working on getting it pub’d through Smashwords here soon. Hope you enjoy, and look here for future cutting edge prices and giveaways. (that was mainly me trying to sound cool lol)
For now, here is another teaser trailer of the story, the last for now. Thanks so much for your support peeps!
There are moments in time when the axis of the universe shifts, when life as you knew it is irrevocably altered. When the hiss and grind of the gears fell silent, some deeply rooted instinctive part of me knew this was one of those moments. The constant dull clanging and press of our engine faded into an oppressive silence, where I could hear the beat of our hearts and shaky breaths.
I wondered if I was losing my water because I knew the idea of Datura 3 shutting down was impossible. Even though we were still orbiting above the hostile world while Pioneer explored, our ship had not ceased in motion since we stepped on it seven years before. I counted the quiet by the beats of my heart. What took an instant to process in my mind was not much longer than the wait.
The ship echoed a pained groan and then the floor beneath our feet began to shift. Ohre’s hand was on my arm instantly, steadying me before I could tip into the pipework lain against the wall.
The intercom blasted over our heads, pounding its way through the decks in one last warning. My father’s voice bled pure terror. “All hands to deck! Lock in and prepare for attack! Enemy ships closing in from—” The speaker fell silent. The floor trembled with the first blast, knocked me off my feet and into Ohre’s arms.
“Qeya!” he called when I twisted and ran for the lift. “Qeya there’s no time!” His boots clunked heavily behind mine on the hard metallic surface. The second tremor began to tilt the ship and knocked me inside the lift at a harsh angle. Ohre braced himself on either side of the open door, his eyes fear-stricken.
“Qeya, you can’t! If this is an attack they’ve already hit Navigation and the—”
“I don’t bleeding care about Navigation! I’m going to second deck!” In my panic, the rush of sudden essence burning in my veins, an eerie present calm coated my emotions. It barely veiled the images of my parents’ faces and what Ohre’s warning truly meant. Instead, I ignored the third tremor, the blast of energy tearing holes through the plasma hull of our ship and allowing the beyond inside. Datura 3 tilted off its stable axis, making me unable to reach the lift controls.