I am a graduate of the College of Charleston having majored in English. I love writing and am a fan of good literature. My favorite author is Cormack McCarthy. I live currently in Charleston, SC. I enjoy motorcycle trips, traveling, great movies, reading, and, of course, writing.
If you love sci-fi, check out some excerpts from my book below.
If you love sci-fi, check out some excerpts from my book below.
Excerpt One
If Valhalla had really existed, it would have been here, on the ninth moon of the sixth planet. Here where the bloody bodies of untold numbers were left scoured into the permafrost of Ithaca Chasma, only to be trod upon by those who filled their places in the silence. Below, in the makeshift garrisons built into the ice itself, there was air enough to breath, and sometimes to speak. There it was all warm smells and biting cold. But on the surface, beneath an explosion of stars unhindered by any atmosphere, it was always bright silence, broken only by the occasional radio burst or command transmission. On the surface was a teeth gritted gauntlet where every second alive was a second hard won. Where soldiers were bred and bled without tears or war cries, without pleas or posturing, without despair or hope.
If Valhalla had really existed, it would have been here, on the ninth moon of the sixth planet. Here where the bloody bodies of untold numbers were left scoured into the permafrost of Ithaca Chasma, only to be trod upon by those who filled their places in the silence. Below, in the makeshift garrisons built into the ice itself, there was air enough to breath, and sometimes to speak. There it was all warm smells and biting cold. But on the surface, beneath an explosion of stars unhindered by any atmosphere, it was always bright silence, broken only by the occasional radio burst or command transmission. On the surface was a teeth gritted gauntlet where every second alive was a second hard won. Where soldiers were bred and bled without tears or war cries, without pleas or posturing, without despair or hope.
Excerpt Two
The sudden, echoing sound of someone clearing his throat quickly drew everyone’s attention, and Sunosuke turned sharply, raising his weapon at the hip. All around the room came the ratcheting of machine guns being charged, as all eyes searched for that one casual cough.
From the shadowy recesses of the altar alcove appeared a man in a gray suit, rather tall with dark hair combed back from his forehead. His hands in his coat pockets, along with his easy expression, somehow belied a more imposing presence—though what it was exactly Katsuro couldn’t say. All he knew with any certainty, and not even knowing how he knew, was that this man was not from Tokyo. Nor the Rim. Nor even Earth itself. He knew it as surely as he was standing there in the misty dark.
The sudden, echoing sound of someone clearing his throat quickly drew everyone’s attention, and Sunosuke turned sharply, raising his weapon at the hip. All around the room came the ratcheting of machine guns being charged, as all eyes searched for that one casual cough.
From the shadowy recesses of the altar alcove appeared a man in a gray suit, rather tall with dark hair combed back from his forehead. His hands in his coat pockets, along with his easy expression, somehow belied a more imposing presence—though what it was exactly Katsuro couldn’t say. All he knew with any certainty, and not even knowing how he knew, was that this man was not from Tokyo. Nor the Rim. Nor even Earth itself. He knew it as surely as he was standing there in the misty dark.
Excerpt Three
She went back to her chair, her gaze still fixed on him as she sat. “What did she mean, ‘I can’t love you like this?’”
Rhin drew in a heavy breath, as he leaned his head back against the wall. And his voice too was heavy when he answered.
“She was never just another medical officer. They sent her there, through all that cold, empty space, to the ends of civilization, for one purpose. To do what not even the horrors of Tethys had been able to accomplish, for all its death and desolation . . . They sent her there to break me.”
“But . . . why?”
“Why else? Quality control.” He rolled his head to the side to look at her. “She wasn’t supposed to love me. Not really . . . But she did. And she couldn’t live with it.” His head rolled back as his eyes looked away. “Not there . . . Not like that.”
She saw it now. Saw it clearly etched into his face. The same longing she felt like a knife in her gut whenever she thought of Emile.
“You must hate them,” she said at last. “For what they did to you.”
He answered simply. Obviously.
“How can you hate the devil for teaching you how to love?”
She went back to her chair, her gaze still fixed on him as she sat. “What did she mean, ‘I can’t love you like this?’”
Rhin drew in a heavy breath, as he leaned his head back against the wall. And his voice too was heavy when he answered.
“She was never just another medical officer. They sent her there, through all that cold, empty space, to the ends of civilization, for one purpose. To do what not even the horrors of Tethys had been able to accomplish, for all its death and desolation . . . They sent her there to break me.”
“But . . . why?”
“Why else? Quality control.” He rolled his head to the side to look at her. “She wasn’t supposed to love me. Not really . . . But she did. And she couldn’t live with it.” His head rolled back as his eyes looked away. “Not there . . . Not like that.”
She saw it now. Saw it clearly etched into his face. The same longing she felt like a knife in her gut whenever she thought of Emile.
“You must hate them,” she said at last. “For what they did to you.”
He answered simply. Obviously.
“How can you hate the devil for teaching you how to love?”