SILVER WINGS
A Sci-Fi Fantasy of Love, Loss, and Lunar Rebellion
Eddie Gammon once believed the greatest tragedy in his life was the loss of his wife and daughter. A grieving physicist in a snow-covered town built on secrets, Eddie is a man haunted by legacy-and shadows he cannot explain.
But on the night of the Winter Solstice Festival, something falls from the sky.
Her name is Selene "Luna" Nyanga-a silver-winged warrior from the Moon, fleeing Earth's secret military faction known only as Blue Diamond. Injured and hunted, she crashes into Eddie's life with a message that will shatter everything he thought he knew: his daughter Melody may not be gone... and his family's history is tied to a truth buried beneath centuries of lies.
As government agents erase memories and silence witnesses, Eddie and Luna race to unlock the hidden technology left by his ancestor-an inventor who once communed with beings not of this Earth. What begins as a search for answers becomes a battle for survival, freedom, and a love written in the stars.
Silver Wings is a cinematic fusion of science fiction, romance, and rebellion. With the emotional depth of Interstellar, the energy of Thor: Ragnarok, and the lyrical spirit of Avatar, this debut novel explores what it means to grieve, to fight, and to hope-on Earth, and far beyond it.
Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right?
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Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest.
They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect.
The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.