previous: Prologue: A Silver Tide Jenna Kemp, mayor of Sun Forge, folded her thinkrag in half and pushed it away. She sat back in her chair, staring down the length of the conference table. It was morning and she was alone in the council chamber, which was probably a blessing.
previous: A Nanoscopic Foreword Carl McFarland stood beneath a motionless white canopy at his father's funeral, one arm around his wife's waist. The western Nevada desert was hot and dry as a kiln—over forty Celsius just past noon, and him in a black wool suit.
I spent the end of 2003 finishing up revisions to my first novel, Silvertide. While I await word as to its fate, I offer the prologue and first chapter for your approbation. I hope you enjoy this little preview. Check back soon for news and more announcements. next: Prologue: A
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