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Hi, cosmic people!

You can download Part I of Sundered Polarity from here. All ten chapters, compiled into a single PDF. Happy reading!

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(As always) May the stars forever shine upon your path, Rhea V. May

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Episode 6 (Kalon & Luna) is now live! Don't miss it! 🥳

https://rheavmay.com/2020/03/29/episode-6/

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It's 2398. Several centuries have passed since the Syks invaded. The war with the Arru’Thal ended. Terrans are a sure part of the Union, settling on the new worlds of Novalis and Cordus Prata...

Read for FREE Sundered Polarity, the #scifi #webnovel here https://rheavmay.com/sundered-polarity/the-web-novel/

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Episode 5 of Sundered Polarity is now live! Don’t forget to vote when you’re done reading

 https://rheavmay.com/2020/03/15/episode-5/

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Read online at https://rheavmay.com/sundered-polarity/the-web-novel/

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What shall soon be IH no. 4

Tellen started to protest, but the third voice interrupted him. “I agree with Ro. While I’ll forever be grateful to our brothers, Vask and Lortrosti, for their continued efforts in granting us freedom, I cannot condone such unnecessary violence. It borders on terrorism, Tellen. Terrorism.” Sheepishly this time, Vask agreed with another nod. The shame and guilt he was feeling… he could never do a single thing to erase it. He’d never been happier in his long life than when he'd learned Tintrosti had foiled his plans. There were sins that could never be washed away, and Vask would always be in Tin and Avery’s debt. Their actions prevented him from following the path of no return. 

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I should be dead. I’m surprised I woke up at all, seeing the condition I’ve gone to bed in. I am unsure of how much time I’ve been unconscious, but based on the sun setting, I’d say no more than twenty-four hours.

This could happen again. No, this will happen again. And next time, I might never wake up. So, on this stained piece of paper, I’ll write my story to you, stranger. And I really, really hope you’ll find it.

My name is Evangeline Carter. I’m human. I survived the invasion of Earth. So far. But it has become clear to me over the past few months that I’m affected by whatever poisons the aliens left behind.

When the first ships boomed into our skies, I was outside San Diego at a rehabilitation center. My group was on the front lawn, listening to the staff member as he enlisted the dos and don’ts of our first session of wilderness therapy. Seven people disappeared into thin air in less than a second, just like that. Through the screaming and the panic, I heard the staff member yelling at us to go inside, even as he disappeared himself.

Laura, my roommate, grabbed my arm and tugged, screaming to get up and run. One moment, I was holding her hand in mine, and in the next instant, I was grasping only empty air. Screaming and shaking my head like a crazy person, I backed toward the forest, others running by me in the same direction.

Their strange ships buzzed like swarms of insects and were so many, they darkened the sky. Wherever their shadow touched, people disappeared. They came in waves, cresting the trees and heading toward the city.

By some miracle, nineteen of us remained. We reached the forest and hid, not daring to speak, even as we shared confused and frightened glances between ourselves. Our session of wilderness therapy just got more real.

As darkness fell, we ventured back inside the building, finding everyone in there gone. I hoped that only those of us who were outside vanished, but I was wrong. It seemed the roof and the walls didn’t protect them at all. This scared me. Terrified me. Trembling and sniffing, I helped the others search the center. Jake, one of the other patients, told us to grab as much food, water, and blankets as we could, and go back to hide in the forest. It was our best option, he said, until the government sent help.

Except no one came to the rescue. We watched the strange ships zip over the trees as the days passed. We ran out of food. Jake formed teams of two to take turns and go back inside the center to bring whatever meager supplies they could find. We lost five more people that way, taken by the prowling ships that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

We survived in such manner for several weeks, but then the world ended. One day, the sky caught fire. Missiles, so many they formed thick curtains, came from above. From among the trees, we witnessed San Diego exploding in a ball of fire so powerful it knocked us over to the ground even from that distance.

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There's marvel in creating an alien world and this beauty revives my choice of genre. Endless possibilities. 

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Deep Space by RankaStevic

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Last few days of PREORDER

She was reflecting on everything that had happened. Trying to isolate the elusive impression that had troubled her for quite some time now. The feeling came and went, never strayed, but never lingered. It was like… like something was changing within her. It felt like she was standing on top of a really tall building and was just about to take the first step into the empty air. It was joy and apprehension, excitement and melancholy—all rolled into one. And it had no name.

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𝐴𝑙𝑦𝑠𝑠𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑑, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚. 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘. 𝑆𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑢𝑙-𝐾ℎ𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛, 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑀𝑎𝑐, 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑤𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑖𝑔 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑡. 𝐻𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑘𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑒, 𝑖𝑡 𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑢𝑛 𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑑. 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑎𝑧𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝐴𝑙𝑦𝑠𝑠𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦, 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑤𝑙 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛.

“𝐴𝑙𝑦𝑠𝑠𝑎, 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑆𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝐺𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑢𝑟. 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝐷𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑇𝑢𝑙-𝐾ℎ𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑓 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑚. 𝑆𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝐴𝑙𝑦𝑠𝑠𝑎 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑛,” 𝐴𝑟𝑎𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑.

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Perhaps that’s the lesson: the harder you wish for something and fight for it, the deeper the pain of failure is felt. Still, I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. And I came to the conclusion that I possess many things I never bothered to wish for: freedom, security, a roof over my head and clothes on my back. So, what’s left? I guess… and this just came to me. I guess my greatest wish is to be normal.

DECIPHERING ALYSSA, third book in the IH series, on preorder now. 

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07W99LZV5

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The entire moment looked so normal. Alien they might be, but so far Alyssa didn’t see the Tul-Khamin acting that different from humans. And, as Alyssa spent more years among aliens than on her own damn planet, she felt more at ease here than on the Colony. Because amongst other humans, her oddness stood out in stark contrast. But here, among the Tul-Khamin, she could find no better place to hide. Who could say she’s not a normal young woman? They had no idea how humans were supposed to be, to act. Nobody would point fingers in her direction here. And she could pretend the odd looks thrown her way were because of her exotic appearance, and not because she was, inherently, a basket case.

Rhea V. May, Deciphering Alyssa

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07W99LZV5

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One gutted Earth, a dying damsel and a ship full of bionic heroes. And these are just the opening credits...

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07KM28VKX

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Rich girl. Slave. Leader. Aide. Traitor. Savior. A lot of labels to describe Avery Jones. But to save the one she loves, she has to leave them all behind and teach others to do the same. She has to show the entire Union Of The Dozen Races what a romance without labels looks like.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07RRDNZDR