Duin is an aliena Glina hero of a past revolution against the Glin royal family, yet branded a terrorist. Duin speaks every day in the Asteria market, hoping to spur humans to aid his home world, which has been overtaken by the evil, buglike Tikati.
When Genny and Duin meet, what begins with a blog post becomes a dangerous web of passion and politics as they struggle to survive not only a war but the darker side of humanity...
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He could hear them screaming, banging on the walls, trying to claw their way out, while his mother lay dying in his lap.
"Kehlen," she whispered through parched lips. The sound of that name, the name he never used, was more disturbing to him than the sounds beyond their cell or the smell of the five dead Glin in the corner.
"Yes, Hadi." Holding her ashen hand, he cradled her head with his arm. Her breath wheezed in her throat and chest, when she breathed at all.
"I wish I could see the silver lake again." Her words were in soft contrast to the desperate shrieking of those who still lived yet longed to die. It was impossible to block them out. His keen senses felt even the smallest whimper vibrating through the immense boat that was their prison.
"What silver lake, Hadi?" he asked. In a life of constant wandering, he'd never seen such a place.
"The lake where you were born."
He wondered if her sanity was swimming away with her, beyond the Last Wave. She'd never talked about his birthplace before.
"I tried to save you," she said.
"Save me?" He kissed her forehead, almost laughing as he sobbed. He had saved her. He'd killed all of the prisoners who shared their cell. Mad with confinement, the others scratched the walls, the floor, each other, until their fingertips were worn down to the bone. When they grew too thirsty, they threatened to drain the blood from his flesh and hers, for lack of water. They broke his mother's arm. So he killed them.
He would have killed the Tikati, too, but they had fire. Flames hotter than the burn of a stinging guet, forcing him into captivity. So he and Hadi were trapped in a Tikati sky boat. He had no idea if they were still on Glin, on Tikat, or somewhere in between.
"When they attacked us, I saved you," she said. "One of them let us go, in exchange for your soul."
Kehlen pattered his fingers on her arm, trying to soothe her delirium. Anguish choked him when he tried to speak. "No Glin or Tikati can hurt you ever again. It is time to dream of rain."
He hummed low in his throat, a song she used to sing to him when he was a child. He could no longer see her through the membrane over his eyes, thickened by sorrow, but he felt her exhale and the life leave her body.
"Hadi!" he cried. No, what did their secrets matter, here? He used her real name. "Vindael...mother..." He could no longer feel the rhythm of her heart vibrating through his bones. All he could feel was the symphony of terror that went on outside their cell. The crying and howling were one with him, a lament of his loss.
"Don't leave me alone," he begged, repeating the words in a litany, clutching her until she grew as cold as the walls, cold as the air that made it painful to move. Only then did he let her go and try to stand. Days without water or food made his head spin and he staggered, clutching the doorway for support.
Grief wrung a wild cry from his chest. For a moment, the Glin trapped in the rooms around him fell silent, waiting, wondering what new horror or hope it might herald.
The doorway sparked where his hands gripped it, the doors opened, and he fell forward into an empty corridor. More than his loss, his fear or his surprise at his sudden freedom, his body felt the urgent need for water. His nostrils flared and his brain screamed, Wet! He moved toward the scent. Careening from wall to wall, he passed several closed doors, some alive with whispers or pleas, others quiet as a grave pool. Around a corner and down another empty hall, he stopped when he smelled water beneath him.
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Amazing series with humor and heart.
Stellarnet Rebel highlights what a blogger can accomplish when she takes on injustice. Genevieve O’Riordan comes to Asteria Colony space station to highlight living conditions on the station. All of that changes when she meets Duin. Duin wants help for his people. Their villages are being destroyed, their water stolen, and they are being put into slavery. Duin comes to the market every day to tell his story and ask for help. Genevieve changes the focus of her blog and tells Duin’s story. It is a story Earth government does not want to here but change comes whether they want it or not. It is a SFR so along the way she falls in love. I was immediately drawn into the story. The characters were well developed, the action consistent, and the plot very well thought out. The romance is blended into the story and fits the plot. This is the first in a series so there were loose ends when the story ended. I am looking forward to the next book in the series. I really loved the way the space station was built. Genevieve traveled to Asteria in her living quarters called cubes. She barley had room to move around because cubes were not only living quarters when they arrived they were freight containers during transport. Once they arrived they were attached to the station and hooked up to stations systems. Arriving with your living quarters solves the space problem.
Jen Hilton is a great new author that shouldn't be missed. The book is very well written. It engages you immediately and keeps your attention throughout the book. Her characters are well developed and you care about what happens to them! The story has great imagination and humor that is well thought of and enhances your reading experience. I have never been a scifi fan and I absolutely loved this book! Im looking forward to more works by this author! It's a must read! Check it out, you won't be disappointed!