Let's get to know James!
Currently he resides in a place called
Utah, on the shores of a dead sea, with his wife and fellow author Molly. His
days are spent catering to the whims of machines that devour people whole, and
regurgitate them at distant locations. At other times he is working on his
writing. The current projects include continuing the adventures of Ion in the
fourth book of the series, adding to his epic fantasy series, and the saga of
the Stargate Thieves.
Ion was born and raised in a secluded
world, with only a sadistic doctor and his lizard lackeys for company. Her
education came from carefully selected material provided by her tormentor, and
the best entertainment was the exercise machine in her small room. It was the
only world she knew.
The one thing that made her different
than hundreds of others in similar situations, was that Ion held a power within
her that was growing stronger week by week. He knew she had the power despite
her efforts to hide it from him. He had created her just for that power. He was
training her, but for what she didn’t know. The only thing she had going for
her was that he didn’t know how strong she was getting.
Then by sheer chance, she discovered
the truth of her existence. More than just the sinister plans he had for her
future as his mind-wiped assassin. She had family. A family he had stolen from
her.
With this
discovery, she made plans of her own. Plans that had her traveling across half
the galaxy in search of her mother’s people. It’s a long and dangerous journey
for an inexperienced girl. How well can she trust her happenstance companions?
What welcome will she find at her journey’s end?
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Let's take a look at Snippet 1
Traxel snapped at Panzo, "Shut
up dog! I'll be quite happy to clean your blood off the walls after tossing
your corpse out into the void!"
This was getting out of hand fast!
Panzo had gotten us here, wherever 'here' was, and Traxel was going to kill
him. If something didn't happen fast we were all going to be dead very shortly.
I needed answers and I wasn't going to get them from a dead Kanari. It was time
that I took control of the situation and tried to bring sense to all of it.
I pointed my finger at the pistol in
his hands, telling him to put it down so we could settle this. We were in high
drive; that much was obvious. Just where we would come out, if at all, were
still unknown. Trickery aside, I needed this Kanari alive to give those
answers. The energy was building inside me, just aching to be let free.
"No! He's tricked us, and I'm
going too..."
I let the bolt jump the few meters to
the pistol. It may have been carbon composite with simple projectile
cartridges, but it exploded very nicely. The result left everyone, including
me, surprised enough to break the stalemate. I now had their undivided attention.
It was time to take control of the situation. Traxel was standing there mouth
agape, so I turned my ire on Panzo.
"I didn't feed the engine output
into the power relays. Nor was it some fluke of a plasma stream as the patrol
concluded. It was just me. Now, where are we going? I felt the ship twist just
before high drive kicked in."
From the corner of
my eye I could see Traxel still staring at the pistol grip in his hand. The
rest of the weapon was scattered across the cockpit. A thin trail of smoke rose
from the burst magazine chamber on the ground by his feet, only to be sucked
out by the ventilation system. All in all, I felt it had been a decent enough
demonstration of authority. Now I had to make use of the power I had grabbed. I
know Ritlabek’s philosophy would have had me kill them both, but that wouldn’t
get answers I desperately needed.
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