when…
“On the way, can I fly the sled?”
He laughed as they headed out the door. “How about we do it together? I’ll fly on the way out; you can take the controls for a while on the way back.”
She gazed up at him, broad chest and kind eyes, and the biggest heart she’d ever met.
““Sounds perfect,” she answered. “Together.”
Oh, Esme and Gavin’s adventure was a hard one to write.
I’ve seen them in my head for so long, but there were some definite missing pieces to the story that I had to figure out. And it’s no good saying that I should be able to make things work any-old-way, my brain is pretty sure there’s only one *right* way into or out of any tale, and it’s *never* the easy way…
Next up, poor Kennet will have to leave the lab and remind a few people that just because he’s a scientist, doesn’t mean he’s not all warrior as well.
If it was just a few random humans, that wouldn’t be a problem. But there’s one particular human woman that throws all his calm into disarray…
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And just below the sneak peek, is another peek into the future…
Remember: If you hate teasers of future events, SKIP the “Elsewhere.”
I’ll have these scenes at the beginning of its proper book. But if you’re curious about what else is going on elsewhere on Crucible, there’s a few more hints for you :)
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Elin
Shielded by the Rakian Scientist: Sneak Peek
Chapter One
Kennet studied the results of his latest round of tests.
There. That might be useful.
“I don’t know how long the hearings will take,” Nic said. “So you might be holding the fort for a while.”
“That is acceptable.” Kennet answered, diving deeper into the readings. It would be better to work on this in his own quarters, but Nic had called him into the Ready Room.
Things had been quiet lately.
Well, perhaps quiet wasn’t the precise word.
In the month since the secret laboratory had been exposed underneath the oldest part of Raccelton, the colony on Crucible had nearly been torn apart.
The news that a group of Elite had been kidnapping women and children, running experiments on them in an effort to understand how the psionic Gifts worked, had understandably shaken the rest of the colony’s faith in their leadership.
Civil war hadn’t broken out.
But tensions were high, and the frightened Council had applied for admittance to the Rakian Alliance.
And now that they had the upper hand, the Alliance wasn’t going to let the renegade colony in without serious concessions.
“Sasha is coming with us to testify, but Nettie,” Adena’s voice drifted into silence as she looked over at another screen.
Esme and Nettie sat in the garden, Gavin hovering in the background.
“I don't think she's ready to leave yet.”
There's no reason she'd need to,” Nic said. “Once the shields are up, nothing could break into Ship. Certainly nothing on this planet, and damn near nothing off it.”
Adena still looked worried, and Kennet attempted to explain. “When the shields are up, we are partially occupying these coordinates, and partially not.”
Neither Adena or Rhela seemed convinced, so he tried again. “For instance, when we traveled here. We folded space from our previous location and homed in on the beacon the child from your village placed in the meadow.”
Rhela nodded slowly. “Folded space. Like fabric.”
Good. Progress.
“If Ship were to be under attack, the most logical defense is to simply not be here.”
Adena narrowed her eyes. “Sometimes I think you’re trying to be confusing.”
“Not at all,” Kennet said. “It's simply how it works.”
“Either way,” Jormoi said, pushing up from the table. “The only person that she’s spoken to is Coracle. And now that we know what Coracle is, I suspect our guest will be the best protected person on the planet.”
A small feeling of annoyance ran through Kennet.
“Even without substantial defenses of Ship, I would be a formidable protector.”
“But you'd rather be in your lab,” Nic said, slapping him on the shoulder. “Give me a hand, Jormoi. If we’re going to be gone for a while, I have a sneaking suspicion our mates are going to want to pack half of the still room.”
“Not half,” Adena mumbled as she walked through the door her mate held open for her. “Well, maybe almost half.”
Jormoi and Rhela followed and Kennet stayed in the ready room, his mind quickly emptying of trivialities.
There were, it was true, several experiments he would like to dedicate more time to.
And he'd almost perfected