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BLURB:<\/strong><\/h1>\n

\"MEDIA<\/a>Once the Borrai, the Gods of Garran, walked among the people, taming the wind and the fiery mountains. Then invaders came from the sky and killed the gods–destroying all who opposed them. A hundred years have passed since the Invaders came from the sky–an advanced alien race known as the Chanden. Now, having suffered many grievances at the hand of the aliens, the tribesmen rise up to find the god-stones and revive the ancient powers of the Borrai–and reclaim their world.<\/p>\n

When the Chanden learn of this, they send a spy to infiltrate the Garrans–a young woman named Asta, who has her own reasons for hating the Garrans. She begins to realize that they are dealing with a real power and not a superstition when they get close to finding the god-stones. Can the Chanden be in the wrong?<\/p>\n

CHARACTERS WELCOME:\u00a0<\/strong><\/h1>\n

MOORHEN<\/strong><\/h1>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0Moorhen never fit in with his numerous other brothers and sisters in the Sand Plain Clan. He was never much of a hunter; even his little sister, Crysethe was a better hunter than him, though he could be a fair shot with a bow.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0The others in the tribe did think him odd at times. He had too much curiosity, questioning the world. And secretly, he would read books. Chanden books, since the Garran natives had no written language, prior to the invasion by the Chanden.<\/span><\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0He found simple pleasure in increasing the productiveness of the crops they grew and finding ways to preserve the food to last longer, decreasing hunger among the tribe.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0But the others talked of war and revenge on the Chanden for the wrongs of the past\u2014a lot of talk but no action. Yet.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0Moorhen’s own father, Ashtan, chieftain of the tribe, was too sensible a man to give in to rash action. Though some said in his younger days, that was not true. Long ago, he had killed his share of Chanden.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0But all actions against these technologically advanced invaders had failed, and the Garrans had given in to their rule. What power could they bring against them that could possibly prevail, now that the gods of Garran were dead?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

CHARACTERS WELCOME:\u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/h1>\n

ASTA<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/h1>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0Asta was determined to take hold of her own destiny. She’d grown up in her father’s shadow: Koethe, the Commander of the colony on Garran. Neither her mother nor Asta had wanted to come to this remote planet. Powerful and wealthy, Koethe usually got what he wanted, though that had not been enough to keep her mother from being murdered by Garrans during the rebellion when they had arrived, years ago. And no amount of apology would bring her mother back.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0Powerful as Koethe was, did her father think he could command her? Now that Asta was of age, she had joined the Stealth Unit, working to stop Garran rebellions, without telling her father. He’d be furious. The work was dangerous. And he had already told her he’d support her, but he wanted to arrange an “advantageous” marriage for her to some rich family or diplomat back home.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0All he thought about was being appointed governor of Garran one day.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0Well, she wouldn’t let him marry her off. And now that she was of age\u2014he couldn’t force her. Though working in the Stealth Unit, he was technically her boss.<\/span><\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0But once her field training was complete, surely he wouldn’t humiliate her by demoting her back to a desk job once he found out what she was doing. Would he? Already, she was so upset with him that she had scarcely spoken to him in years.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0Once she’d made enough money, she’d leave this deserted rock and move back to the capital. The Garrans were smelly, ignorant barbarians who had no gratitude for the efforts the Chanden had made help provide an education, doctors and the technology that they had tried to share with this indignant race.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0They preferred to live in the desert in their lava caves, hunt for food, wear rags and live like their ancestors had lived rather than accept the help that the Chanden were trying to offer them. If they chose to be miserable, let them be!<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0But the things she saw in the field training disturbed her, the way the Garrans were occasionally treated by the Chanden Enforcers. Was that right?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

EXCERPT:<\/strong><\/h1>\n

Slowly, Moorhen made his way toward the group. It sounded like ten or more people. He readied his bow.
\nThe band of men stopped moving, perhaps to camp for the night. Moorhen heard raucous laughter. Would expert warriors be foolish enough to get openly drunk in an unprotected place, even if their spirits were high because of a good hunt?
\nAs Moorhen peered out from a new vantage point, he froze. These men were no clansmen. They weren’t even Garran–but Chanden. His heart pumped faster. What were they doing so far from any city? Men like that seldom ventured this far out, except to seek out trouble.<\/p>\n

They hadn’t seen him. He’d make his way back to the ravine–then he could leave unseen. The Chanden were not good hunters, but their weapons were deadly.
\nAs Moorhen started back, he heard a cry amidst the laughter, a word or two in Garran. Moorhen turned, recognizing his brother Norbi’s voice. Quickly Moorhen climbed to a vantage point where he could see the men clearly. In their midst Moorhen saw his little brother struggling against them. Two of the Chanden men hit Norbi and kicked him. From the shape his brother was in, the Chanden must have had him for awhile.
\nMoorhen’s blood grew hot. Without stopping to think, he aimed his bow at the tallest man who was tormenting his brother and shot. The arrow hit and the man fell. Realizing they were not alone, the Chanden looked around.<\/p>\n

Moorhen shot again. Another Chanden fell.<\/p>\n

AUTHOR BIO:<\/strong><\/h1>\n

\"MEDIA<\/a><\/p>\n

Meredith Skye began writing fiction in elementary school and always wanted to be a novelist. She was fascinated by tales of the fantastic and bizarre.<\/p>\n

She loves to travel. She has a fascination with the Middle Ages and loves swords, medieval costumes, castles and ancient lifestyles. She enjoys Celtic art and music.<\/p>\n

She’s a vivid dreamer and many of her dreams come back to life in her novels.<\/p>\n

Meredith Skye has a B.A. from the University of Utah in Film Studies.<\/p>\n

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