Final edition

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A love story, perhaps.

It is also, every story…

Watching the Sea. The first book of the series: A Splinter in the Night’s Sky.

Centuries into the future, halfway across the galaxy, and lost in the darkness between the stars, a scientific expedition is ambushed. A soldier who should have died there, is forced by those few others who survived to explain how it was that he lived.

This is his story… but it is not only his story. It will always be her story.

.. and all stories must start someplace.

1997, Earth.

A police officer is summoned to the remnants of a brutal battle in a desolate, and mostly abandoned, apartment building in London. He finds there a diary, one which appears to have been carelessly forgotten. Left behind by a mysterious man, a survivor, and someone who it will take years for him to find.

The diary itself? That is a book filled with the ramblings of a man he would otherwise have thought insane.

If only it were not for that odd little inconsistency. That those who came for him that day, did so with bullets made of silver.

A young man, battle worn and missing his beloved Royal Marines. A young woman, far away from home for the first time, with a terrible secret she must always hide. A student, one fascinated by the science which governs our universe. An old man, far outside of his comfort zone....

...and another man, one minding his own business. Sitting on a beach, watching the sea... unaware of what is coming for him.

All thrown together into chaos.

Welcome to 1997, the year the fracture started.

Things have not got any more straightforward.
Two stories, bound together across time.
Two souls, bound together although half a galaxy separates them.
In the far future, the survivors of the comet return to Epsilon. Their home, a colony cut off from Earth, its maps destroyed, its technology lost. They bring answers long sought, and miracles that might change everything. The welcome waiting for them is far deadlier than they expected.
In 1997, Kate fights for her life once more. Alone this time. Protecting a woman hunted by those who need her dead.
Some monsters walk among us, hide amongst us.
Some are human.
... and love, once again, will demand its price.

A Splinter in the Night’s Sky. Songs to dance to: The continuation of a saga crossing centuries.

Final Edition.

We start in the far future, further than we have gone before. We see how things almost end in tragedy for the surviving crew of the Thunder-Child. We see how a desperate battle against an insurmountable foe ends badly. How a fleet made up from the furious remnants of so many dead civilisations throw themselves against a wall they can never hope to breach.

Although this is not our crew. This was the first-time around. The desperate events which were the catalysts that set everything in motion. Which lead our Kate to flee Earth for Epsilon. To come searching for an old friend.

In the past, we visit London. As Daniel clears up a loose end, one he has ignored for too long.
Jason, too long separated from his precious Royal Marines, pulled back in by events which changed the world.

Billings Hawkswood. A small village forgotten on the edge of a moor. A young police officer, who will look behind the curtain, where she will find unexpected things. New things which are also ancient. Undreamt of mysteries and surprises for even the oldest of the immortal werewolves.

We see the group facing their own demons and battles as they weave their way through the chaos of the first decades of the twenty-first century. Hard years, although not all of them, and we see war and fighting. Often brutal, sometimes desperate. But we see love, happiness and hope for a future which is unwritten.

But we also stop to check in with them as they simply... live.

It is not until the last story in this book when we return to Epsilon, to the colony lost amongst the stars.

We re-join the Thunder-Child as it returns to the Ark, fleeing the rebel fleet after the battle of the Iron-Moon. Its crew, now forced to face events of a truly galactic scale. Forced to forge alliances that go counter to every instinct, and to fight for their own survival against almost insurmountable odds.

Forced into a fight by a destiny, they are desperate to change. 

Final Edition.

The world, staggering through the chaotic first decades of the twenty-first century, runs hard into a threat that no one saw coming.

No one, apart from Mi28.

Sunshine and beaches. Cocktails on a sun-drenched island. Peace: for a retired police officer hoping to while away his last years in relative calm.

It is the least he could ask for.

For an agent, one who has been sent out to the island paradise on her first mission, it was the chance of a lifetime. Finally able to prove herself in the field.

For Daniel, it was little more than a favour to an old friend and a chance to visit another.

Destiny, sometimes it is an utter... 

Final Edition.

... Ripped away from the doomed island, rescued from what should have been their last day.
Which had been, the first time around.

Pulled into a very different world. One which existed far beyond the scope of their imaginations. With some finding versions of their friends, who were now impossibly separated from them by centuries.
Friends who had mourned for them. Friends, who had forgotten some of them.

Joining the crews of the Thunder-Child, and the Pequod, as they head off on a terrible mission into the impossible past.

Entering worlds of starships, of faster than light travel, and also time travel. Miraculous things. 

Unlikely things.
Dangerous things.
But they had prepared as best they could. They had, at least, done that.
It just had to be enough.
It’s unlikely that it is going to be. 

Monaco. 

Final Edition.

There is a new enemy out there. One with such terrible intent. Barbaric, relentless and already responsible for dooming all life within a galactic arm.

One which it is now their job to stop.

Lost, in the darkness between stars, they consider what steps must be taken next.

Who and what they should trust.

Knowing that everything hangs in the balance.

Heading toward a confluence of unlikely things.

A collision course, one that they are relentlessly steered toward by the inevitability of fate’s arrow.