When a mysterious stranger interrupts Brianna’s mundane routine, her eyes are opened to the dark underbelly of reality… immortal rogues, ancient conspiracies, prophetic revelations, savage tribes, mammoth dragonflies…She’s thrust into a race for her life when Kalen, a warrior from Ethos, discovers that she is harboring a secret… a secret that he’d give his life to protect.There’s just one little problem… they are tempted by a forbidden romance, which threatens to compromise a divinely appointed mission. They are faced with a choice… love eternal, or the end of the world…
Morning Star (Ethos #1)
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Excerpt from ETHOS: EQUINOX
We hiked down through the trees towards the camp, trying to keep quiet. I counted a few Jeeps, a couple four wheelers and a rugged camouflage military vehicle with a satellite receiver affixed to the roof. There were footprints in the dirt surrounding the extinguished camp fire, leading off in all directions as if they had been camped there for some time—maybe a few weeks.
“What are you doing up here.” We were startled by a strong male voice with what sounded like a thick African accent, coming from the trees. I spun around and looked up to see a large dark-skinned man sitting in a deer stand—so dark, that the white of his eyes looked like alabaster set into ebony, his irises nearly black. He had a closely shaven head, armed with rifle and a radio slung over his shoulder. He wore camouflage and combat boots. “This trail is closed.”
I glanced at Kalen, who was eying the man down with a discerning glare. “If it’s closed, then why are you here?” He shot back with a challenge.
“I work with the forest department.” He spoke authoritatively. “You have no business being here.” He pointed towards the parking lot where the RV was parked. “Go back where you came from. There are other places to hike.”
“We’re not here to hike.” Kalen stood his ground. “We’re here to see Brach.”
The man lifted his rifle and aimed it at Kalen. “Who sent you?”
“Hunter.”
The man stood there for a moment, sizing us up, but kept his rifle aimed at Kalen. Without taking his eyes off of us, he reached for his radio and spoke in a foreign dialect. Though I wasn’t sure what language he was speaking or what country it came from, I understood every word. It was definitely an Earth language, something from Africa, but he didn’t realize I could understand him. “Brach, there are people down here at the camp looking for you. They claim Hunter sent them. What do you want me to do with them?”
“Who are they? What do they want?” A deep voice sounded from the radio.
“What is your business?” The man relayed in English.
“We will only speak with Brach.” Kalen demanded.
“You will tell me, or I will kill you.”
Kalen smiled, stepping in front of me. “Your bullets are no good on us. Take us to Brach, we have news for the Rise.”
He glared at us for a moment, then called back on the radio, in the foreign dialect. “It’s about the Rise. They insist on seeing you. Two female, one male. They do not appear to be armed. What are your orders?”
“What are you doing up here.” We were startled by a strong male voice with what sounded like a thick African accent, coming from the trees. I spun around and looked up to see a large dark-skinned man sitting in a deer stand—so dark, that the white of his eyes looked like alabaster set into ebony, his irises nearly black. He had a closely shaven head, armed with rifle and a radio slung over his shoulder. He wore camouflage and combat boots. “This trail is closed.”
I glanced at Kalen, who was eying the man down with a discerning glare. “If it’s closed, then why are you here?” He shot back with a challenge.
“I work with the forest department.” He spoke authoritatively. “You have no business being here.” He pointed towards the parking lot where the RV was parked. “Go back where you came from. There are other places to hike.”
“We’re not here to hike.” Kalen stood his ground. “We’re here to see Brach.”
The man lifted his rifle and aimed it at Kalen. “Who sent you?”
“Hunter.”
The man stood there for a moment, sizing us up, but kept his rifle aimed at Kalen. Without taking his eyes off of us, he reached for his radio and spoke in a foreign dialect. Though I wasn’t sure what language he was speaking or what country it came from, I understood every word. It was definitely an Earth language, something from Africa, but he didn’t realize I could understand him. “Brach, there are people down here at the camp looking for you. They claim Hunter sent them. What do you want me to do with them?”
“Who are they? What do they want?” A deep voice sounded from the radio.
“What is your business?” The man relayed in English.
“We will only speak with Brach.” Kalen demanded.
“You will tell me, or I will kill you.”
Kalen smiled, stepping in front of me. “Your bullets are no good on us. Take us to Brach, we have news for the Rise.”
He glared at us for a moment, then called back on the radio, in the foreign dialect. “It’s about the Rise. They insist on seeing you. Two female, one male. They do not appear to be armed. What are your orders?”
There was a long pause before a response finally came, “Shoot them.”
