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The tequila burned Diana's throat as it went down. She slammed the shot glass down on her office desk and poured herself another round. Her eyes stung with tears. Inside she felt wretched and the tequila wasn't helping as she thought it would - and still she kept drinking. She had never been much of a drinker. She had witnessed first hand what liquor could do to one's mind and body. Then there was the fact that liquor didn't taste very good. She had always thought it funny that people l

I have an editor who has been working on Planet Redemption. He is doing an excellent job. I would like to get another editor or two to look over it so that I can publish this bad baby. Otherwise I'm going to have to save up for professional editing. Any volunteers? I can share the edited edition with you through Google Docs that way so you can see the changes that have been made. Here is a synopsis of the story: Danni Aarmodt is exiled to Planet Redemption, a penal planet a hundred years away from Earth. Frozen for the trip, he wakes up on a new planet in Colony 12. Soon Danni learns that survival on Planet Redemption is the only currency. The only person he can trust is himself. As if that's not bad enough Colony 12 discovers something that is equally fascinating and terrifying in nature...and it's been buried underneath the ice for millions of years. Warning: This is a very dark story that tackles heavy subject matter. If you are easily bothered by such content I don't recommand reading it.

I am going through the editing process. I took out the part where he has telekinetic abilities. I figured it would be better to have more limited abilities as to create more conflict.

Natalia leaned back in her chair. Diana had just sent her an email requesting for more tests to be run on Danni. Tests, tests, and more tests. She heaved out a sigh and set her forehead in the palm of her hands. For two days she'd kept him contained in a single room and for those two days he hadn't fought her or made any attempt to resist. He spoke little, only nodding or shaking his head, saying yes or no. She couldn't help but feel guilty. It was as if all the fight in him was gone. H

Danni stood in the middle of the street with the razor still in his hand. He was too lost within himself to know about the danger coming up behind him. Blood dripped off the blade of his razor. It was all over his face, all over his clothes. He could smell it and taste it. It was funny how he thought of it as his razor now. Victors deserve a price, he thought. Isn't that how it goes in the real world? Something magnificent had just happened. A revelation had been made. He understood what hi

Danni was standing on a planet that was not cold and barren like Planet Redemption; yet somehow he knew that it was the same planet. The planet was lush with gigantic trees. Birds squawked, lizard-like creatures scrabbled on the tops of slick rocks. He smell moss and something that might have been honeysuckle. Before him there were mountains almost placed side by side. Just before the mountains there was a great temple made of gold. It almost looked Mayan in nature. To reach it you had

It was in the mid hours of the morning when Cecilia Ruiz stepped through the front door. Her shoulders and back ached. This was the third double shift at the process plant that she'd worked this week. She turned on the light and wasn't surprised to find Duke curled up on the couch. He was rolled over on his side so that his back was facing her. He was so tall that his legs dangled over the arms of the couch. Cecilia couldn't remember the last time he'd slept in his room. Weeks, maybe even

It took Danni two days to come back from the dead. He couldn’t remember when he first opened his eyes. When he did it was like gazing directly into the glare of an eclipse. His eyes stung so bad that he thought they were boiling out of his skull. He wanted to shield his eyes, but he couldn’t lift his arms. All he could do was close them and drift back into the safety of sleep. The second time he woke up it was a little better but not by much. The sting wasn’t as bad and within a few

Danni Aarmodt is exiled to Planet Redemption, a penal planet a hundred years away from Earth. Frozen for the trip, he wakes up on a new planet in Colony 12. Soon Danni learns that survival on Planet Redemption is the only currency. The only person he can trust is himself. As if that's not bad enough Colony 12 discovers something that is equally fascinating and terrifying in nature...and it's been buried underneath the ice for millions of years.

Living within the confines of the white space was like living in purgatory. No, it is purgatory. It was a dream in which he was neither asleep nor awake but somewhere in between. It was not supposed to be so. But it had been this way for the last century. It was a prison. But that was okay because he had been a prisoner all his life in one way or another. He was not supposed to be aware. But he was aware, and he was alive. He couldn’t move, and his heartbeat gave the faintest twitch of li

Hours later, still covered in blood and sore from the long battle in Romania, Skold stood before the three council members that were there to represent King Yaldon. “You did very well,” Bevlin said. Aurora nodded silently in agreement and to Skold’s surprise so did Sebastian. “There’s nothing left of the Paladin’s castle or of the village. All traces of the plague are gone. You succeeded, Skold, as we knew you were.” Skold smirked, sitting before them at the wooden t

Rebecca stared down at the Paladin’s castle-what was left of Paladin’s castle-in amazement. From the chopper she had a perfect view of it. All hell had broken loose. She bit her lip anxiously, bit it so hard that it split the skin. Blood gushed into her mouth but she was too exhausted to notice it much less care. Somewhere Skold, Dominic, Candestine and Maeglin were down there. She found herself searching for their bodies, expecting the worst, but she was too far up to be able to see. Vla

Skold reached the landing of another flight of stairs. He was at the very top of the east tower. There was another door at the end of the corridor that led out onto the top of the tower. But there was one thing standing in his way: Samhein blocked his way to the door. The top of his scarlet robs was opened at the neck to show his pale, hairless chest and milky pink nipples. In his hand he held a dangerous looking sword. “Done playing hide and seek, are we?” Skold said smoothely. “As

Rebecca and Vlad burst into the church. Rebecca slammed the door shut behind her just as one of the creatures slammed into them. It slammed into them with such force that it almost threw Rebecca onto her ass. She grounded her heels into the floor and shoved back with her shoulder. Vlad came out of nowhere with a large candle bracket and handed it to her. She took it and wedge it through the wooden handles. The creatures continued to try and break their way through the door but the candle b

Skold led the charge into Paladin’s castle. As he strolled purposefully through the thick drifts of sulfur smelling smoke he could see inhuman shapes looming out of the smoke, coming towards him. He didn’t have to fully see them to know that they were more of Samhein’s abominations. He unsheathed his sword and slashed one down and ran forward. It was impossible to tell where the abominations were coming from. Gun fire rattled from all corners of the entrance hall. A stampede of abom

Skold darted towards a rather large pine tree; he moved smoothely across the frozen earth. The ground shook under his feet. He jumped out of the way just as the troll sliced at him with his axe. The blade missed him by centimeters. The troll swung the axe again. Skold jumped up and grabbed a tree branch just in time. He swung up just in time and continued to climb. The branches swayed underneath his feet. Half way up the tree he turned and emptied both Uzis into the troll’s face. Th

Skold veered through the winding streets of the village, headed straight for the trees that climbed up the mountain. An abomination came forward to intercept him. He grabbed a hold of it and threw it into the snow with the grunt. He didn’t stop to finish it off but kept running. He left the little ghost village behind and jumped into the trees. Branches clawed at his armor, his hair. He paid them no heed. I have to keep going. This night has to end before it’s too late. Already the

Rebecca dug through the boxes slowly, silently, trying to focus on the task at hand-anything to distract her from the sounds of battle carrying on outside of the house. There were several gun shots that were fearfully close to the house. Vlad was watching her silently. She had been successful in finding a battery operated keroscene lamp. He sat at a low rickety wooden table with a coloring book and a box of crayons. He seemed unbothered by the noise that rang through the night. He’s holding up a

Skold, Dom, Candestine, and Maeglin stepped into the middle of the ensuing chaos. The night, once eerily quiet, was now filled with the blast of guns and shouts. Skold’s small army was advancing forward to meet a swarm of oncoming abominations. Skold had the feeling that what had happened to Vladmir’s grandmother had happened to the rest of the village as well. His lungs filtered the cold air in and out and his heart raced not with fear but with anticipation. Despite his recovered sense of

Despite the parka and two layers of clothing that she wore, Rebecca could not keep herself from shivering. She was numb to the cold, the chill slicing into her with the serrated edge of a scalpel. She didn’t know how much of it was truly from the cold and how much of it was from the shock and fear that assaulted her body. When she had skydived out of the helicopter she was sure she was going to die. If her heart didn’t explode out of her breast then her body would splatter on the floor of

It’s strange that my journey is taking me full circle after all of this time, Skold thought. After six centuries of keeping it in a glass box Skold was wearing the armor and carrying the sword. He had kept it through the centuries but had never expected to wear it again. There came with it an unexpected yet satisfying sense of nostalgia. He looked back at those who were following him into battle. He knew only four of them, but none of the rest. Dom, Rebecca, Candestine, and Maeglin.

Rebecca sat on her bed-correction: the hotel bed that was a thousand times more comfortable than her own-looking at her cell phone, trying to will herself to pick it up and call Melanie. She wanted to call her, to hear her voice, but she couldn’t think of how to tell Melanie what she was doing: I’m in Berlin right now and I’m going to Romania with Skold to save the world-oh and there could be a chance that I might not make it back. That’s why I haven’t answered any of the two dozen times t

Funny that you say that because through the first half of the book you couldn't stand him.

Someone was shaking him. Skold opened his eyes and sat up. It was Rebecca. “What is it?” He looked around, muscles tight, preparing himself for a fight. “There’s two elves standing at the door,” she said. “They want you.” He frowned. “What for?” She shrugged. “Beats me. They won’t say.” He sighed. “Alright. Tell them I’ll be there in a minute.” She nodded and left the bedroom, her ponytails bouncing around distractedly. Skold looked over at Dom. He

Samhein: “Patience, Skold. What I’m about to tell you is information that you will not be able to find in any book. This is something that very few fae today know. Anyway, where was I. Yes, moving on. What I’m trying to say is that just as the mortals are inferior-we elves are the closest to humans genetically-to us we are inferior to our cousins.” Skold: “You’re saying that we come from something else?” For a moment there was the cracke of static and then: “...you hold the proof