RIFT - Book Three: Ion Heroes (ebook)

Book THREE of the "Ion Heroes" series

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About this ebook

Lian's new-found power wasn't enough to save his love from being dragged into his feud with the Lunar colony. He seeks to gain mastery of the transfer system so that he can win his way to her side - and to do so he must brave the dark secrets of the Order of Remembrance and their heretical technology.

Meanwhile, his love uncovers a conspiracy that threatens to destroy the Children of Luna from the inside and fights against the ignorance that keeps her from finding a way to rejoin Lian. Jaine must solidify her position in the court of the High Kings. She'll find out how Morena and Damon were plotting to overthrow them, but what side will she pick?

Find out in the third thrilling installment of the epic Ion Heroes series.

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Enjoy a sample from RIFT:

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

A stir occurred in the room, pulling Jaine out of her reverie. It was time
for them to enter. She stood, noting again how the cape trailed out behind her.
It was truly lovely. She took a deep breath, as deep as she could in the tight
bodice, and stepped forward confidently. The guards were well trained. They
moved almost perfectly in time with her movements. She was not announced.
She walked in with no fanfare of any kind.

The three High Kings were lounged around a table set on a high dais,
raised about 6 feet above the court below. They were evidently eating lunch of
some kind. Or maybe, perhaps, they are always eating, thought Jaine. Two of
the three were portly (to put it kindly). The third had the look of someone who
could eat till he dropped and stay rail-thin, but he had the nastiest and most
ruthless look of the three. Jaine could immediately tell that he was the leader,
and the others were content to bully their subordinates and let the thin and loud
one lead.

Under the table that held the King's glorious feast were large war mastiffs.
She had heard of these dogs before. Everyone in the kingdom had heard of
these dogs. They growled and fought over the bones and scraps the Kings
threw to them, eyeing the people in the court below with open contempt and
bloodlust. Jaine wanted nothing to do with them. They were killers, bred and
trained to tear people limb from limb. She reached deep within herself and
froze her face into a mask so that her fear wouldn't show. Animals can usually
sense fear, but Jaine's practice was perfect and, after a moment's stare-down,
they went on to gaze at the terrified peasants who the guards were restraining.
The thin King finally deigned to notice Jaine and laughed a low, salty
laugh.
“Look what we have here, Highnesses! A beautiful doll, come to play? I hear she's been naughty. What say you, King Wherriman?” He turned his head
to the King on his left as he spoke, but his eyes never left Jaine. She didn't like
the way he looked at her. Evidently, she'd caught their attention though.
Wherriman looked up from his food like a child who has been interrupted from
his favorite toy: annoyed and slightly peevish. His eyes changed when he saw
the girl and he laughed too, but his laugh was big and full and slow. A follower,
Jaine thought.
“I think she's about as pretty a bird as we've seen in a while. Is she come
for entertainment?” He rubbed his belly and grabbed another leg of turkey,
settling back into his chair even deeper than he already was. Jaine wondered
how he ever got out of it. “I could use some entertainment, how about you,
Merriford?”
Merriford had been watching her the whole time, taking care to look like
he wasn't. Jaine got the distinct impression that he was playing at stupidity
when he was possibly the shrewdest of the bunch. She knew that act well.
When he spoke, Jaine was sure: this man was up to something. He put on a
vapid face, acting like he was just looking up from his food.
“What? A wench? We didn't order any entertainment, did we?” He looked
to the thin one. “King Lombard, I wouldn't mind a bit of a show, but I was
thinking more along the lines of the dogs.” He chuckled slowly and then made
a show of winking. “If you know what I mean.”
He fell back to his food, watching the whole room again while pretending
to be wholly engrossed in a savory meat pie.

Jaine stood motionless. The thin one motioned to a guard, who loosed the
chain on one of the more vicious looking animals. It snapped at the guard and
shook itself as if to make sure that the chain was gone. Turning in a circle, it
eyed Jaine. She could have sworn that a vicious grin spread across its ugly face
as it jumped down from the stage and trotted toward her.
She didn't flinch. Her guards motioned as if they were going to step in and stop it, but King Lombard commanded them aside. Turning to the others he
muttered something about “first test” - Merriford's idea from Lombard's lips.
The dog stopped two feet from her, looking her over suspiciously. It snarled,
its lip curling away from nasty fangs. It was easily 180 pounds, outweighing
and outmuscling Jaine. She wouldn't have a chance if it got her down. It sized
her up as it walked in small circles like a lion looking over its prey. After a
moment, it crouched, close enough that she could hear its heavy breathing.

Jaine knew this was her only chance.