So as I previously mentioned, Here Comes the Reaper is available on Smashwords. You can get a free preview of the book if you scroll down! The book has also been accepted to Smashwords Premium Catalog, which means they’ll distribute it to websites such as iTunes and Barnes & Noble.
I’m a few days away from finishing the rewrite of Devil’s Plaything. All I’ll need after that is a cover image and some editing.
Here’s this week’s Iron and Ice update. Be sure to get caught up in the archives if you’re behind!
Frozen Dreams Part 3
A flash of light in the trees caught her eye just as she was about to complete another circuit of the watch post. She immediately grabbed her binoculars and trained them on the spot. After a few moments of searching she saw a blur of steel through green branches. She tried to keep it in her field of vision, but the thick foliage prevented her from identifying the vehicle. It was a mech, that was for sure, but whose? It could be her friends and it could just as easily be an enemy scout. After one more futile attempt to identify the approaching machine she gave up.
She let the binoculars dangle on their strap and reached over to the bell hanging from the post’s rickety ceiling. With a moment’s hesitation she began to ring it. The tinny sound floated over the forest. Better safe than sorry, she thought. Below her she could hear shouts and the commotion that went along with a general alarm. Darya leaned over the edge as she heard someone shouting up to her.
Standing at the base of the tower was a soldier, his face unrecognizable because of the goggles, scarf, and hat covering his head. He must have seen her head appear over the side, as he repeated his question.
“What did you see, Darya?”
“A lone ride approaching from the South at high speed! Identity uknown!”
The soldier below pondered this. “Just one?” He shouted up to her.
Darya nodded. “Just the one. I’m sure.”
“Then it could be an enemy on recon patrol! Or, if our boys hit some trouble…”
He didn’t need to finish the thought. Darya knew what it meant. Two mechs go out, only one returns. It happened often enough. If the unknown machine was one of theirs, did that mean that either Dimitri or Yanin was dead? Would she have to mentally bury another friend? The quiet and melancholy Dimitri or the loud and overly cheerful Yanin? If one of them was dead which would she prefer? How could she choose? She didn’t either of them to die.
The soldier below had disappeared back into the base, to inform the others of the interlopers position no doubt. Darya turned back to the South, the shaking of tree tops visible, marking the passage of the mech. Just this time, she prayed that it was an enemy, and that both her friends were still out there, unharmed.