by
- Triple Strike: Threads of Fate
- Triple Strike: Pasts Revisited
- Triple Strike: A Gathering Storm
Pages: 230
Size: 5.50 x 8.50 in
Pages: 228
Alan Beringer has settled into his role of human Elite inspector working with Pyrean Navy privateers. Is it stressful being the principle investigator into a dangerous and hitherto unknown pirate confederacy? Certainly. Is it kind of fun living amid the exuberant and free-spirited crew of the Swallow? Most definitely.
Accidental kidnapping aside, Alan has come to think of the Swallow as his home and the crew his family — and it’s obvious to everyone except Alan exactly how infatuated the captain, Sven Jiordson, is with him. But right now, if Alan wants to survive (much less keep his job), he’ll need to determine how deep this conspiracy goes, its connection to a tragedy from thirty years prior, and what exactly his pyrean and human superiors plan on doing once he cracks this case.
And if he can finally recognize flirting when he sees it? So much the better!
Pasts Revisited is the second book in the Triple Strike series, and it includes seven illustrations plus additional bonus content and comics.
Publisher: Akula Games
Illustrators:
Cover Artists:
Genres:
Tropes: Aliens Among Us, Cross-Species Friendships, Fellowship, Found Family, FTL, Galactic Civilization, Interspecies Romance, Interstellar Travel, Space Detectives, Space Pirates
Word Count: 62000
Setting: Interstellar
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
Tropes: Aliens Among Us, Cross-Species Friendships, Fellowship, Found Family, FTL, Galactic Civilization, Interspecies Romance, Interstellar Travel, Space Detectives, Space Pirates
Word Count: 62000
Setting: Interstellar
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
Alan slept, but it was fitful. The cot was in no way comfortable, and without blankets, the air was too cold. Alan shivered his way through the night. His dreams were fragmented, as much memory as imagination, but they lacked any sense of time. They were both incomprehensible flickers of thought and painfully long recollections from a past he’d prefer to forget.
We won’t leave you, Beringer! Ian shouted as the guards dragged him from the jail cell. Ian was furious. What had been little more than a game to him had turned into something serious. Dammit, you plankers. I’m going. I’m going, okay?
It was sweet of Ian in his own way.
Sven’s smiling face flickered in Alan’s memory. We’ve saved each other lives now. Our bonds of camaraderie are unbreakable.
Strange how Alan thought of Sven when he started to feel lonely. Sven was, in every way, a ridiculous person, but that dedication to goofiness was comforting.
READ MOREYou smile so much more out here than you did on Earth.
It was easier to smile on the Swallow. Or rather it was hard not to smile around Sven.
But Papa, Mama said —
Enough, Alan. His father cut him off in a curt tone. He’d become more and more gruff since they’d come to Earth. Alan remembered how his father used to smile during those idyllic days back on Nibel. Before Mama had fallen sick. Before Earth. Back when Alan hadn’t understood what it would mean to be part pyrean living on the human home world.
It was fine for you to listen to your mother’s stories on Nibel, but we’re on Earth now. His father looked so stern as he spoke, eyes hard in a way Alan had never seen before. For the first time, Alan noticed how gaunt his father’s cheekbones had become. The gray in his hair.
You are a Beringer here. It’s time you started acting like a proper human. And if you ever mention the name ‘Volsung’ again…
Alan woke with a start. He gasped for breath, memories blurring into the present. At last his eyes focused on the cold stone walls around him. A jail cell. He was in in a jail cell on 3rd Daphne in the city of Delta 4.
On charges of treason.
Alan propped himself on an elbow. From the thin rays of light coming through the slitted windows above him, it must have been first light in the city.
A tapping noise came from somewhere just outside the cell.
Alan rose from the thin mattress of the cot. The tapping got louder as he approached the door, but when Alan glanced through the bars, he couldn’t see anything. He walked closer to the door until he could discern several tufts of lavender hair poking into view through the small window.
“It’s…too high.”
Sven managed to raise his head enough that Alan could meet Sven’s vibrant green eyes with his own unimpressed stare.
“You’re on tiptoes, aren’t you?”
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