Rafe
gazed at the alien landscape. So many trees!
Mountains rolling like waves on the Sea of IzRa, with no cities to break
their progress. The little town, an island in that vast ocean of green, its
all-human inhabitants huddled together in modest homes and joined with the rest
of the world by the thinnest of threads.
Rafe
had grown up on Terrene, in a dense urban warren of sentient life—human and
nonhuman, former slaves and traders and Rescue agents and all sorts of
others. As he’d gone out in the galaxy
he’d seen any number of worlds, but few as lush—or as isolated—as this one. Earth
still slumbered in her ignorance of the rest of the galaxy, despite the ongoing
tragedy of the alien Grays and their abductions.
Slaves
taken in the night. Rescue trying desperately to get them back. A battle raging
across the stars—and this little hamlet that would be his home completely
unaware of it.
Cheers, Donna
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