Frostbite Rend

By Brett P. S.

Egara-2, shattered pearl of the Core Systems, lay in dormant silence. Bitter cold frosted the surface into a snow-filled tundra. Out here, in the vastness of the Tachun Collective, the throttling cries of war vanished into a pale white glimmer seen on distant stars. Craig Blaine was no soldier. He’d come for living, not dying. Pilot of Glang, a mechanized scavenger built to withstand the harsh climates of Egara-2, Craig fastened his seat belt, banged on his mic for good form and sped out to the white wastes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Brett P. S.
• Release date: Mar 14, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463454060

Brett P. S.

Brett Sawyer (1986), born in Old Saybrook, Connecticut, is an indie author who writes short stories & novellas, from science fiction to superheroes. He graduated from Eastern Illinois University in 2015 with a Bachelor’s in education and currently teaches game design at Lake Land College. Short Change arrived at retailers in November of 2014, the start of a superhero series where ordinary people gained powers over oddly specific domains, following the story of a shorter than average hero who can telekinetically manipulate small units of currency. Short Change is free on “smashwords.com/profile/view/BrettPS” and Barnes & Noble along with other samples and short fiction. Brett’s popular releases in science fiction include “Dark Station” and “Tales from the Colony: An Interstellar Saga.” Dark Station is a deep space thriller set aboard an abandoned orbital science station where Ben Gebbley and his crew secretly investigate the disappearance of the original staff before others come to claim the lost assets. For updates on Brett’s projects, follow his blog at “brettps.co” or follow him on twitter, at “twitter.com/BrettPsWrites”

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Table of Contents

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

Chapter 1

Left it Behind

Egara-2, shattered pearl of the Core Systems, lay in dormant silence amidst an endless void.  Bitter cold frosted the surface into a snow-filled tundra, laying to rest whatever meager life forms survived the ageless battles of his predecessors.  Out here, in the vastness of the Tachun Collective, the throttling cries of war vanished into a pale white glimmer seen on distant stars. 

Craig Blaine was no soldier.  He’d come for living, not dying.  Frigid winds rattled the sealed glass cage of his mech, a walking hulk of steel, palladium and titanium manufactured to resist extreme environmental hazards.  Each leg landed with a resounding thud as gears