Aethel’s Myst is dying. Its planet-wide forcefield—an ancient piece of banned technology—is failing. If it collapses, the result is an extinction-level event. A child’s poem foretold of the disaster . . .
When the red-hued sky shows patches of blue,
And angry lightning rips the vista’s view,
It is a dire warning that you must heed
The sands of time have picked up speed
An extinction event takes its first breath
Extinguishing life, the bringer of death
Lyra, a transvolated outcast, is racing home with the computer key that will allow an orderly shutdown of the field. It won’t matter – the key expired.
A scientific organization, once colleagues to the scientists on Aethel, hires Voss’s Vipers—a mercenary crew with elite skills and terrible instincts—to intercept Lyra, regenerate the key and help her complete the mission.
But the Algorithmic Dominion, a computer-governed society, has no intention of letting Aethel’s Myst survive. The dead can’t challenge their technological supremacy.
A fast-paced space opera with humor, heart, and consequences that matter.
Genre: Science Fiction
When the red-hued sky shows patches of blue,
And angry lightning rips the vista’s view,
It is a dire warning that you must heed
The sands of time have picked up speed
An extinction event takes its first breath
Extinguishing life, the bringer of death
Lyra, a transvolated outcast, is racing home with the computer key that will allow an orderly shutdown of the field. It won’t matter – the key expired.
A scientific organization, once colleagues to the scientists on Aethel, hires Voss’s Vipers—a mercenary crew with elite skills and terrible instincts—to intercept Lyra, regenerate the key and help her complete the mission.
But the Algorithmic Dominion, a computer-governed society, has no intention of letting Aethel’s Myst survive. The dead can’t challenge their technological supremacy.
A fast-paced space opera with humor, heart, and consequences that matter.
Genre: Science Fiction
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