About the Book
Title: Through the Door
Author: Malcolm Abstan
Genre: Science Fiction
A crew of devious space pirates and
their equally villainous captain set out on a quest to acquire a
marvelous treasure from lore; known only to lay deep within the Abyss (A
section of space not yet explored). Along their journey they are
sidetracked however, and by some whim of fate find they’ve been included
in a far more dangerous quest to save the entire universe.
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Book Excerpt
Music…I think it was music that had woken me. Hyper sloughs of drunken borion solo’s cycling through
old rusted vents. This wasn’t Calizaar…this wasn’t a space dock
overflowing with adventure and culture. There were no booths of
delicacies, no racks of fine silks form long lost worlds, there was no
life here.
Here, in Austrion, where not but the
lost found sanctuary, not but the wanted, the captured. Here, with the
foul scent of sex and blood clinging to yellow sheets too torn to
stitch…I was at last able to find peace. We’d been here for three solar
days, and every day I had woken to watch the Red Gales belly as they
worked. She’d suffered damage after all, blasted pirates…I could feel
her pain, I could see it…the gashes that ran the length of her breast
and her bow. Suddenly that horrid thought had surfaced once more
‘sabotage’ who would dare?.
“I am sorry girl…” I
had whispered, as a tempered breeze laced with rain caught up under the
docks exhaust ports and cascaded into oil colored rainbows beneath me.
It wasn’t Calizaar…that was obvious. Where one expected run down food
shops, the wanderer might only find the occasional stand of camber dogs
between two whore shacks. Where one might think to hear the many
stumbling voices of pirates and mercenaries, one might only happen upon
the waling of a woman where two shops stand divided by alleys. Hell…the
waling of men was just as likely here. In this wretched place.
Blood
in streams, stained table tops manicured with the abuse of a million
threatening daggers laced with poison that corroded curling paint. Each
eye caught me in some strangled embrace as I made my way toward the one
and only tavern that stood sloppily at the space ports far side. It
wasn’t me they feared though…even with my empty eyes, my captains hat,
and the insignia of my ship strapped defiantly over a breast. I was far
too perfect for this place…flawless skin the color of untainted smoke,
immune to scars, to nicks, to ink or the brand of a master. No, it was
Tysal they feared, the enemy at my back, stern face riddled with a
lifetime of war, pitch black scales bent and missing where daggers and
swords had sought to penetrate his callous exterior.
Author
bio; My name is Raven Oceana Harris-Keim, you will know me as Malcolm
abstan, I am 19 years old, and i have lived in the beautiful town of
Lawrence Kansas my entire life. That doesn’t mean i haven’t been nearly
everywhere though, for by the time i was 17, i had been to almost every
state in the U.S. Despite my love of birds, and adventure though, my
greatest love has always been writing. Be it science fiction, or
fantasy, or anything in between, writing is magical, and when i write i
feel as if the entire world is mine and mine alone. You can go anywhere
on a piece of paper, any time, with anyone you’d like. There are no
limits here, in the wonderful world of writing.
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