As mentioned last week, The Erratic Sun has a sequel… and this is it. And it is every bit worth the read as well. TES was Revis and I figuring out how to tell a story together and The Information Broker is Revis and I at our finest. It’s a big book. It’s a big story. Haven’t read it yet? Go! Go now!
Captain Terry Dadam and the crew of the Erratic Sun returned to their home planet of Spiron after surviving the largest manhunt the galaxy had ever seen. Scarred from the harrowing ordeal, they hoped to reclaim some semblance of their previous lives. They soon realized that the eyes of the powerful were still watching them and going back to the way things had been was impossible.When Joules, the foremost information broker in the galaxy, reaches out to them for help, they are presented with a dangerous opportunity. If they agree to help Joules, he will get them back their lives. In the process they run the risk of facing the very people they have tried to avoid. Dadam and his crew must race from planet to planet to stay ahead of everything coming their way and, along the way, they discover that the cost of doing business with Joules may be more than they are able to pay.
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This was my first published writing adventure with Revis… and it was quite an enjoyable ride if you ask me. Haven’t read it yet? Well, you should… and then when you do and you enjoy it you’ll be happy to learn there is already a published sequel you can pick up too (and a third book written and in editing).
Most of the galaxy has been pulled into the war raging between the Gretarians and the Lorians. The remaining holdouts are under pressure to join a side, including Captain Terry Dadam and his ship, the Erratic Sun. To keep his crew safe and his ship neutral, Dadam navigates a difficult balance of delivery work.
When a job goes awry, matters escalate quickly and the crew is dragged into the fray against their will. Dadam soon understands that there is far more to the war than meets the eye but every move the Sun makes only seems to drag them deeper into the criminal underworld of the galaxy and farther from the possibility they will come through the dark forces unscathed.
For those of you who like to feel the book in your hands, feel the paper between your fingers as you turn the pages, and get that satisfaction from closing the cover and setting the book down after you’ve devoured its contents…
The paperback will be out as soon as it passes the review phase but the kindle version is ready now, now, now! It’s called The Information Broker. (I bet you already guessed that). As with our previous stories, I’m sure games and other shenanigans related to this new work will be forthcoming. For now… I’m just going to leave this here…
Life on Earth is predicted to end on 15 July 2015. But the oncoming megatons of rock and ice break up shortly before impact. Now humanity must live in a world most believed would not exist. Across the planet, people are haunted by the future they did not fear, and even those who did not embrace death must face the consequences of others’ decisions. A collection of twelve stories about rebuilding hope.
*Shameless plug: I wrote one of the stories in this collection*
Here’s one of my favorite passages from the book, which is why I chose to tease you all with it by placing it on the back cover:
Shift danced the Erratic Sun in a life or death waltz among the stars. All the while, Gillian and Dane monitored the engine’s performance and the slow reduction of the ship’s shields and Trink, Hatcher and Captain Dadam did their best to score hits against the modified freighters that had ambushed their departure from Corment. The hull shuddered equally under the erratic jerks to avoid incoming fire, sporadically punctuating Shift’s smooth handling of his evasive protocols, and under hits to the ship the pilot wasn’t able to dodge. With each impact, the curses the pilot muttered grew in intensity and their creativity fell off. The spray of laser fire missing their targets, spreading out from the Erratic Sun’s three gun turrets, ran to the limits of the gunners’ visions before being swallowed by the darkness of space. Chaos reigned.
*Another shameless plug, as if it weren’t already obvious: I wrote this story with Revis*
And the best part of these gifts is that not only will they be thoroughly enjoyed by whoever you gift them to, but the purchase of them is also a gift to the authors you are then supporting. In this case, we are talking about me here, so thank you in advance.