It was like winning the lottery when Brendan Collins was approached with an offer he couldn’t refuse: a fresh life on Ellis—the new home world, they were calling it—with a generous plot of land and everything he would need to build a prosperous existence. Life far away from his drunken father and their miserable farm was sweet enough but, more, he was to travel in the company of a beautiful red-head, posing as her husband.
It all seemed too good to be true.
Before long, Brendan finds himself involved in events that made his protest marches with the Farmer’s Collective seem like a walk in the park. His so-called wife, Neala, treats him like dirt while she pursues a mission that grows more dangerous by the day. Now, he is asked to choose between the promises he had made and the betrayal of everything he had come to believe.
And whichever way he follows, it is likely to end in death.
I had wanted to see the ship before we boarded; it wasn’t as though I got on a colonial cruiser every week. It was apparently not to be. I had no view of the huge round hull of the Imram, my home for the next three months, but instead trudged past an unending series of square metal panels that lined the long, grey tunnel.
The trunk I was carrying was a good weight, and it was a struggle to keep my end of the trunk low so as not to make the other end heavier. At the other end, having no trouble at all, was my wife Neala. Tall, strong, confident. Great legs. I tried to ignore those legs, or what portion of them I could see, as they worked steadily in front of me. Paying attention to things like that wouldn’t make this trip any easier.READ MORE
When we’d first met, an hour or so beforehand, she was curt and businesslike. She embraced me as coldly as a tree branch, and from then on we had barely touched. When our names were called in the departure bay, she patted my arm tenderly as she leapt up to take one end of the trunk we were travelling with, but then stood waiting with furrowed brow and thinned lips until I took my place at the other end; then she lifted her handgrip and I was left scrambling to keep up with her.COLLAPSE