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From South Buffalo New York and the Chautauqua wine region west of the city splitting his youth between the country and the city. Undergraduate work at SUNY Buffalo, across from the venerable Albright Knox, Bachelor of Science in Design 1985, with a Concentration in Urban & Environmental Design. Included were seminars in Urban Planning and Design, and studios Interior Design, and a minor in Art History. At FIU in Miami graduate level Coursework in Fine Art & Art Education, included figure drawing studies under the noted Richard Duncan. Additional Graduate Work in Architecture, Florida Atlantic University School of Architecture. NYSE Series 7 broker License, A.G. Edwards & Associates. U.S. Army reserves Corporal, anti-tank gunner. Worked in Education, Architecture, Fine Art, and Commercial Finance. Currently heading up a Film and merchandising Franchise launch based on the Pandoran Age Universe .
PANDORAN AGE CHRONICLES: The Princess of Caldris
Neil Thacker, Gabriel Montagudo, Roy Rudder, Steve Allman
Clairissa Maggio, Caldris Palace Library archaeological log. 3983, Moonsweek, Apogee, Threeday.!:55 E.H
The Arcturian O'Neal station is a testament to their space engineering. Fifty kilometers long, the station had apparently been the largest settlement in system and directed high energy farming from a solar panel array. The array, of some note in archaeological architectural circles for some time, remains still in various conditions in orbit. A matrix of panels encompassing a full inner orbit of the star, its Herculean scale remains impressive; one more testament to the greatness of the ancients and that era. No modern array equals it size in any of the Republics and Kingdoms, save Imperial CCCE of course.
Yet the O'Neal station was not the only find, and from here luck turns to legend; a Sunrider war frigate is lodged in the side. It is a timely find as well. The two artifact menagerie's decaying orbit would reach a soft cloud corona sometime in the near future, and with the hull breach caused by the Sunrider impact, not even the hard shielded O'Neal could shelter the plethora of artifacts inside. Apparently the Sunrider had careened into the hull of the O'Neal. The Sunrider's Stasis Shields had flashed on and off, moving through the O'Neal first like butter, the ragged ultra steel against ragged ultra steel. Back and forth, again and again in a matter of half a minute. The interlocked ultra steel then held her in like a stinger, while the entire atmospherics on the interior of the O'Neal bled out furiously to space....
Winteroud Sole is twelve years old when the Royal Detectives bring him on a case as a psychic. It is not long before the small group of investigators draws fire. The Transhuman Imperials, numerous galactic corporations, and underworld space syndicates all are suspect in an adventure that spans the civilized portion of the galaxy...
"What is this case that you ask my child to involve himself with? That ruins the minds of older Empaths?"
I answered for Hammerstein, "This princess has been taken." All the people at the gate exuded shock. My family for the revelation, the detectives that I knew.
Vindication ran deep in Hammerstein now, "The boy is right, and now you see indeed his gift is true. I am the only one in my group that was aware of the princess's abduction."
He glared at me, solemn-yet sympathetic. "Say no more about it, young man, of what you sense lest we are alone." Then, sharply, at his men: "A word from any of you and your rank is gone and you'll find yourselves transferred to the loneliest moon in the belt."
There came a clicking of heels. One of his younger officers, a woman of great beauty and self discipline, ached with the shock, and struggled with all her being to maintain her composure. Quite grand, such discipline and depth of feeling. I will never forget her overwhelming pain at the loss of the princess, and her stolid chin as she held back her tears, I think, as long as I live.
I determined then I should find the princess, with Hammerstein, and root out the devils who did this. "Duty, father." I stood, small but somehow towering now in the minds of the detectives, "Duty and honor. For the Royal family, for our own."
"Duty and honor," he whispered. "But the boy takes his personal android, and a disser.
He tossed me his disser and I caught it easily, knowing afore he announced it, and felt the generations of my forefathers (and a particularly self possessed Grand Matron) land in my hands with it.
A half smile curled up the side of Hammerstein's face, "But of course."
And I gathered with the Royal Security detectives and we took to the clouds in their aircars.
Cover Art Eliane CK, Brazil
- Publication Date:
- Feb 12 2013
- 1480062375 / 9781480062375
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- Binding Type:
- US Trade Paper
- Trim Size:
- 5.06" x 7.81"
- Black and White
- Related Categories:
- Fiction / Science Fiction / Space Opera