Violet Sky

Death is only the beginning in this fast-paced, science fantasy novella.

Caught in the fray of treachery and deceit, Dia Thorpe must unravel the mysteries of her past before her past unintentionally stabs her in the back. She is hurled into a peril fraught journey of incredible discoveries and evil twists. An interplanetary adventure to learn who she is, all the while avoiding the wrath of a God; a logic-bound being, driven by the will to end all suffering. Quickly.

Who saved her from imprisonment on Earth? Why? What explained her ability to heal? Did answers to Dia's questions lie in the beautiful city of Avalon?

This is a fiction novella of 23,000 words and is part 1 in the Silvaera's Spire series.

Extract:

"It's ready." Said Kant, who had been busying himself behind a panel in the far corner. "Are you ready?" Dia hadn't even considered this. The importance of seeing Daniel again was paramount. She looked down at her sword in its sheath and her almost impenetrable outfit, then across to the gun which was now hanging from a loop on her skirt. "I am ready." She finally replied, her voice calm but serious.
Kant wordlessly shifted closer to Dia and clasped her hand. A moment later the room and everything in existence had simply gone, including Dia herself. She could neither feel nor sense.
Then Kant was there, she could feel him. Then she could see green light. It was overwhelming at first, but after a few seconds, Dia's eyes adjusted to the brightness and the green focused into individual objects. There were great trees, vines, bushes and long grasses in all directions but one; to Dia's side there was a path cutting its way through the jungle. She knew where this led. She remembered it now. It was a path created by herself and Daniel long ago, before peace had become war. Before Ssus. She felt comforted somewhat by the sights before her and the familiar smells of foliage. Beckoning Kant to follow, she began to follow the path through the undergrowth.
They walked onwards for some time. It wasn't a difficult walk as the path somehow prevented itself from becoming overgrown. When they came to rivers or great chasms, there were bridges which seemed far too sophisticated for the area. Once, the path took them directly through a mountain, the underground passageway lit by white-flamed torches which apparently never burned out.