Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Please enjoy this excerpt from my SciFi epic:
Hyperactive (The Complete Trilogy)
Available in the Kindle store and Smashwords


    “You may have squirmed your way free today,” Tavi growled, his voice trembling with suppressed rage. “But eventually your luck’s going to run out. And when that happens…we’ll be there!”
    The Sovereign’s smile deepened, prompting an angry Tavi to snatch his laser pistol from its holster, aiming it steadily at the massive holojecter sitting in the center of the chamber. Realizing what the Lieutenant was about to do, Tizian’s smug features contorted into a look of distress.
    “Tavi, don’t,” he cried out, but his warning came too late.
    With unerring accuracy, a shaft of white-hot plasma leapt from Tavi’s gun, hitting the holojector dead center. Tizian’s image disappeared amidst a brilliant display of ionized debris, his final words reverberating throughout the chamber. “It’s tied into the main grid! Get outta there, n-o-o-w-w-w…..!”
    The Sovereign’s voice was replaced by an ominous crackle as the power grid responded to the surge Tavi’s shot produced. The three officers quickly bolted back through the corridor, trying to make it to the entrance before the grid went critical.
    They never had a chance.
    The Center erupted around them in a rush of flame and debris as the grid self-destructed. Tavi, making ample use of his Parahuman agility, managed to roll with the blast, coming to a stop several meters away from the burning entrance. He quickly scanned the area, spotting Jhakiel’s prone figure not far from his own position. The telepath’s body was contorted in a way that told Tavi his friend’s back was surely broken, but he was still alive!
    Tavi’s eyes continued to scour the area but there was no sign of Roama.
He quickly made his way back to the demolished Center, ignoring the fact that her mental presence was no longer in his mind, and that Jhakiel’s was fading rapidly.
    “Roama!” Tavi yelled, as he treaded through the collapsing corridor. There was no response to his entreaty, but he kept moving, oblivious to the blisters forming on his exposed hands and arms at the slightest touch of the dangerously hot, debris. “C’mon, girl, don’t do this to me!” he screamed at the smoldering rubble. “Don’t do this…!”
    Tavi’s eyes caught the flash of something metallic directly ahead of him. He clawed his way in that direction, and felt his stomach heave. It was Roama’s sapphire ring.
    The ring he’d placed on her finger the night he’d proposed.
    The ring she cherished as her most valuable possession…now gleaming dully against her charred finger.

Hope you enjoyed this sample.