ECHO - Book Two: Ion Heroes (eBook)

Book TWO of the "Ion Heroes" series

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** SPOILER WARNING: Do not read further until you've read HOLD! 

About this ebook

The story of HOLD continues in book 2 of the Ion Heroes series...

Jaine seeks to uncover the truth of who she can trust. Ember remains in the clutches of Damon. The techWitch, Morena, is hunting Jaine.

Lian's loyalties are tested as he is forced to pick his allies before he can hope to return to Earth. Will his love for Ember hold true?

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Enjoy a sample from ECHO:

SPOILER WARNING: Do not read this excerpt until you have read HOLD.

The Painted One slapped her so hard that her face stung. “Do you think that you will live to be killed by him? Take me to him, NOW!”

Jaine's lip quivered. She put her face in her hands. “OK, but he is powerful. I saw him kill a man, you know. That's why he caught me an' made talk to the lady.”
The Painted One grabbed her arm and dragged her roughly to her feet, slinging her toward the road.

“If you betray me, you'll die where you stand. I don't care if there are people around or if hell freezes over.” Jaine believed her. She shuffled her way to the road, sniffling and chattering like Penny had. The Witch told her to be quiet and hit her with the haft of her staff. Jaine went stumbling down the road in apparent agony for a while before she recovered.

When they reached the town, the Painted One hissed at her to “act normal”, whatever that meant, so she started chattering again. Jaine wasn't worried. She had already prepared for this to happen. She even still had her daggers just in case there was an opening. She assumed there wouldn't be, but that didn't mean that she wasn't going to be ready just in case.

The town was still buzzing about the ship, every roadhouse and inn filled to the brink with people loudly proclaiming the end of the world, invasion of un-earthly life or the return of the old ways. Jaine saw several fights break out as they forged ahead.
They ducked off the main road early and walked through quiet back alleys. There was an old homeless man that Jaine had given food to and promised more if the man would keep a scroll that she had written. He had promised to give it to whoever Jaine brought to him.

They reached the alley. It was dark, but the moonlight was enough to see his figure hunched over in the shadows. “Master?” Jaine called down the alley. She felt the Painted One step back into the shadows. “Master techLock?” The man looked up and saw Jaine. He leered at her, drunken and toothless and reached into his rags to pull out the scroll. That was the last thing he ever did. Jaine gasped in surprise as the Painted One stepped smoothly out behind the man and killed him. Her blade cut deeply into the base of his neck by his collarbone, and he slumped silently to the ground. That was unexpected, Jaine thought. The techWitch stepped calmly over the body and, seeing the scroll on the ground, picked it up.

She walked steadily toward Jaine who feigned great fear. The techWitch held up the scroll to the light. Her face went from self-assured triumph to surprise to anger. Jaine knew what the scroll said, she had written it. She thought gleefully through the message: “Did you think it would be that easy? Try again, Witch. You are no match for me, for I have lived far longer and seen many more tricks than your paltry games.” She had signed it simply “The Master”.

The Painted One stood indecisive for a moment. Jaine was still sniffling away like a champion, saying “you killed him, what would momma say?” over and over again. She was exhausted though, to be honest. This crying thing was really hard work.
The Witch was standing there, holding her blade. It was dripping with the old man's blood. She ran her finger along the flat part, rubbing the blood between her fingertips. She looked at Jaine, and Jaine did not like the murder she saw in the Witch's eyes. Jaine gripped her dagger in her sleeve. She wasn't pretending to be scared anymore.