Title: Fallen Sun
Author: Harule Stokes
Series: Interconnected Standalone to Sectors
with No Series Name
Genre: Fantasy. Science Fiction Thriller
Publisher: One Wave Publishing
Release Date: May 15 2016
Edition/Format: 1st Edition/ Format ~ eBook &
Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
1st grade teacher turned super-soldier struggles to keep her
two sisters-in-arms safe during a bloody war. But, the process that created
these powerful living weapons is also turning some into psychopathic,
schizophrenic killers.
"You think being a genetically enhanced super-soldier
is hard? Trying being a 1st grade teacher."
That was a joke Jocelyn use to say to her teammate in
training camp. Today, many of those she befriended in camp are dead. Desperate
to keep her two sisters-in-arms alive, Jocelyn is willing to throw herself into
any challenge. Sadly, that's going to be harder than she thought, because
Ophelia is slowing going mad and Patricia is just a normal human who just
happens to be an incredible sniper... but still just normal.
How do you defeat foes that can turn the earth herself
against you?
How do you defeat foes that can dodge bullets?
How do you defeat foes who've already signed their own death
warrants?
With the war between the Northern Alliance and Keynosa
leaving both of their lands in ruins, Jocelyn's and her team are finally poised
to win and end the war for good. But, a new weapon, one that can instantly stop
even a super-soldier with a single shot, has hit the battlefield.
Together, Patricia, Jocelyn and Ophelia are sent on a
mission to destroy this new weapon and their enemy is willing to throw all they
have to stop them. These living war machines are in a race against two enemies,
but which will destroy them first? The lethal new weapon from Keynosa or their
own inner demons?
She was such a beautiful girl. When I first saw her, I felt
a twinge of jealousy. Everything was perfect on her, nothing sagged or jiggled.
Flawless, she turned to me, smiling, asking about my necklace. It was my most
cherished possession, given to me by my students.
I lost that thing on a battlefield. I can’t even remember
which one now. It was a valuable reminder of my old life as a teacher. Now,
it’s just something else I lost on one of many battlefields.
“Oa, do you remember when we first met?” I ask, chuckling to
the glass between us. “Oh god, I found you so annoying. So perky and outgoing —
and you had no filter whatsoever. You know, I actually wanted to smack you when
you dared to invade my space and touch my necklace.
“Do you remember that necklace?” I ask. No response of
course, but in my mind’s eye, her playful expression brightens the room.
I wipe the fog of my breath from the glass and stand
straight, eying the flickering light of the screen above her prison. “Now that
I know you, I can see you did it because you were nervous.” I return my eyes to
the receding condensation. “We both were. It’s just, I didn’t want to talk...
certainly not to someone so sickeningly cute.”
The egg beeps in response.
“I still laugh when I think back to the inoculation
incident. It was finally your turn, and the long steel pole came down and
injected you. That’s when we first met Patricia.” I laugh. “You jumped and let
out that weird high-pitched yelp that terrified everyone in line behind us.”
“I do remember that.” I hear from behind me. It’s Patricia.
I’d know her voice anywhere. I’m surprised I didn’t sense her entrance. Must be
this room but shielded. Must save techs the trouble of calming the revived FOG
soldiers when they wake them. “What are you doing in here, Jos?” Patricia asks
as if she doesn’t know.
“Keeping Oa company, of course,” I say, turning to face her.
The sight of Patricia stops my thoughts in their tracks. She looks gorgeous!
“Oh my God, Pat, look at you!”
Her lopsided smirk quickly becomes a full smile. “What? I
told you I was going to the party.”
“I know that, but I didn’t expect to see... this,” I say,
waving my hand up and down in her direction.
She grins widely, brushing her hands down her dress. “It’s
nice, right? I got it made weeks ago, had it shipped to the camp. I promised
myself I’d wear it if we ever won back Steel Harbor.”
“No, sweetie, it’s not just the dress, it’s the woman
wearing it. You are rockin’ that dress, girl!” I exclaim.
Barnes
and Noble Print
