Yes, this might just end up being the week of Karina Fabian. Probably because I'm going to be talking with her this coming Sunday, August 9th. Heh.
When
two planets are set to collide, Deryl must use his psychic powers to
stop armageddon and save his home.
At last,
Deryl has it all. He’s mastered his psychic abilities and escaped
both the asylum on Earth where he was being studied and the influence
of the alien Master who would use his powers as a weapon. He found
acceptance among the psychic people of Kanaan and will soon be a
father. However, the danger isn’t over.
The
Master’s people plan to invade his new homeworld, but even worse,
the planets are set to crash into each other. Deryl will have to
accept his role as savior of both worlds and push his mind’s powers
to the limit in order to save the people he loves most.
Excerpt 1:
Joshua rested
his elbows on the counter and let out a long breath. He tried to
imagine an entire planet being destroyed, but it was just too big;
all his mind pictured were scenes from science fiction movies. But he
could understand being terrified for someone he loved—oh, could he
identify with that.
Rather than
the smooth, nearly instantaneous trip he’d experienced teleporting
to Earth, the return to Kanaan felt like trying to drive blind
through a hurricane. Forces he didn’t have the thought power to
define buffeted him from all sides, trying to draw him of course or
tear his friends from his grasp. But his daughter Called him,
reaching out to the only person she was aware of besides her mother,
and Deryl followed her trust like a beacon, using all his
stubbornness to push through the current while keeping Sachiko and
Joshua tethered to him.
Excerpt 2:
Deryl braced
his feet, splayed his hands palms downward, and sucked the energy
from Barin. When Deryl had first been learning to control his
abilities, particularly to deal with the legion of impressions coming
at him from others around him, Joshua had taught him to shield
himself from the mental/emotional aspects. Over the past year, he’d
taught himself to filter those aspects out. It was energy, all
energy, pure and neutral, like food once processed through the
digestive tract. Now, he applied the same skills to Barin, stripping
away the pain of the turmoil, taking the energy into himself, storing
it, letting it build. The tremors under his feet stilled. The waves
crashing against the rocks calmed. The wind that drove the poisonous
air against his makeshift mask quieted.
In response,
Deryl’s breathing accelerated, his blood raced, his stomach
churned. Adrenalin coursed through him, making him shake. He ignored
it, pulling further on Barin, reaching into the ground, through the
air, and to the ley lines that arched weakly overhead. A detached
part of his mind worked physics problems of angles and forces. Barin
needed shields, and he was just the man to do it.
The key to
his sanity lay in creating shields—barriers against unwanted
thoughts and emotions, clumsily erected until Joshua and his neuro
linguistic programming style of psychology had taken him at his word
that he was truly psychic and helped him create stronger, more clever
shields. He’d further honed his skills on Kanaan, training under
Salgoud in anticipation of a Barin attack: manipulating energy to
protect himself, then Tasmae, gradually expanding— He could do
this. It was just a matter of size and energy.
Two minutes
to atmosphere. Deryl’s muscles strained as he lifted his hands over
his head, palms still fat but now toward the sky. His hasty
calculations complete enough, he released the power to meet the
Miscria Storm.
Excerpt 3:
The child
still had a stranglehold on Joshua’s limb, but at least he’d
looked up to watch their faces as they talked. Joshua smiled down at
him. “Come on, Grips, let Uncle Josh go so we can eat.”
Sachiko
tutted. “You can’t call him ‘Grips.’ Who names a child,
‘Grips’?”
“Clutch?”
“Joshua!”
“Fine! Axl,
then. Let go, Axl.”
She opened
her mouth to protest, but the child released him to laugh and clap.
“He likes
Aksul,” Ocapo said, giving his leg a twist as he pronounced the
name. Cochise and Axl both repeated the sounds as well and included a
leg shake. Everyn and boy hurried the rest of the way down the hall
and out the front door. The adults followed behind.
“Oh, that’s
just great. You named an alien kid after a rock star and a dance move
all in one fell swoop.” Sachiko play-snarled at her fiancé.
“Yeah.”
Joshua gave her a goofy grin.
“You’re
incorrigible.”
“Thank
yew.”
“I am not
shaking my leg every time I say his name.”
“You’re
no fun at all.”
By
day, Karina is a mild-mannered reviewer of business software and
services for TopTenReviews.com. After hours, she’s a psychic intent
on saving the world; a snarky dragon who thinks he saves the world
all-too regularly, a zombie exterminator who just wants her world
clear of undead vermin, and nuns whose callings have taken them off
our world. Needless to say, her imagination is vast, her stories
legion, and her brain crowded. When she’s not converting her wild
tales to stories, she’s enjoying time with her husband, Rob, their
four kids, and their two dogs.
Find
Karina at:
Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/karina.fabian
Twitter:
http://twitter.com/#!/KarinaFabian
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