Shards: Book Two

Now a private in the 3rd Regiment of the Resistance, Abigail Wyeth has become one of the most feared warriors. At the age of sixteen, Abigail Wyeth was thirty-three years old. Born in the twentieth century, she now lived in the twenty-seventh. Having died in 2026 at the age of thirty-one, her mind and soul…

Shards: Book One

A new—yet hauntingly understandable—future awaits John Wyeth when he suddenly finds himself 650 years into his future in the 27th Century. John Wyeth was a successful man. At nineteen, he graduated at the top of his class at a respected university. By the age of twenty-two, he had survived three brutal years of warfare, serving…

Timeline

  Terran Date* Title/Event 1945   Mar. 22 Startled Allies 1995   Dec. 24 Grandma’s Grandma  1996 Future Youth – Dual entry 2060-2106 Martian Iron Rush; Abundant iron & titanium supplies make possible mankind’s push into space. 2065* The Bombala Mines Fast Draw 2066* The Spectacular Duster Jig of Black-eyed Gadson 2068   October* Pinch of Cinnamon 2068*…

Extremely High FTL Calculations for Third thru Sixth Generation Ball Chasers

FTL Light Years Per Days to Travel Hours Speed Minute Hour Day Week 10 ly 50 ly 10 ly 2,000 0.00 0.23 5.48 38.33 1.8263 9.1313 43.8300 3,000 0.01 0.34 8.21 57.49 1.2175 6.0875 29.2200 4,000 0.01 0.46 10.95 76.66 0.9131 4.5656 21.9150 5,000 0.01 0.57 13.69 95.82 0.7305 3.6525 17.5320 6,000 0.01 0.68 16.43…

The Dixie Gomez Chronicles: Shot Through

MARTIAN TERRITORIAL LOG: 9 June, 15 MD Becky was probably waiting for breakfast. Normally, Vickie’s headstrong daughter would fix up breakfast herself or just stuff something into her saddle bags for eating on the range later. But today was different, and she’d been promised breakfast. A last home-cooked meal. A last meal? Vickie checked one…

Whitey’s Gift

December 25, 3491 Whitey was a wreck. Born a thousand years earlier on a planet a thousand light years away, the ancient freighter had made a thousand long forgotten runs for hundreds of years, no doubt providing a living for long forgotten crews. Somewhere in its dim history something had happened, and the ship had…

Ghost of Christmas Last

Wednesday, December 25, 2390 Martian Date: Tudec 25, 181 “Gotta bio, Sarge!” Hagan called out, snapping everyone’s attention to him instantly. Fear that death could still reach them, especially now, so close to the end, was a constant companion. “Where?” Sargeant Portyansky hollered back. His platoon of forty marines were the last living souls remaining…