Do you like free autographed books? Do you like reading SciFi/Fantasy Novels? If you answered yes to these two questions, you are in the right place. From now until the November 13th, I am hosting a giveaway for Outcasts of the Worlds by Lucas Aubrey Paynter. Keep reading to learn more about Lucas and his exciting book.
Currently residing with his wife in Burbank, California, Lucas enjoys reading in a variety of formats, potentially overanalyzing character motivations and arcs, and the occasional good, stiff drink.
Author: Lucas Aubrey Paynter
Genre: SciFi Fantasy
Beyond the remnants of Earth lie many worlds, connected by pathways forgotten and invisible. They were left by the gods and have been found by Flynn.
A confidence man. A liar. A monster. Flynn has seen himself for what he really is and has resolved to pay for everything. Even if it means spending the rest of his days locked in Civilis, a tower prison for society's unwanted - "half-humans" gifted by the fallout of nuclear holocaust centuries past.
Jean, a prisoner in the neighboring cell, has different ideas and despite himself, Flynn finds himself joining her daring escape. After rescuing her friend Mack, the three flee Civilis as Flynn pieces together the hours before his capture and finds himself drawn to an abandoned facility where a rift to another world opens at his nearing.
Together they will venture farther beyond the stars than humanity ever imagined, find others like them that will never belong, and tangle with forces both ancient and immortal. They stand alone, hated and scorned - and the last hope of making things right in a cosmos gone terribly wrong.
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On a steep climb up a looming hill, he found her. The vicious path was only a short distance below the stone net cast above Oma’s wormlike terrain, and the coverage was terrible. She had made it more than halfway up before collapsing face down in the snow. One of the creatures in the tunnel had strayed from its pack and was picking at her body.
The assault here was not like the gentle flurries from the terrestrial vents in the passages behind—it pelted, stinging flesh and blinding more than a raised forearm could help. Though the cold metal frames seared his skin, he donned his spectacles, for it was too difficult to see otherwise. As he neared the fallen girl,
the wolf-like creature took notice and bared its teeth, growling. Disinterested, Flynn released his claws and swept the creature aside without a second thought; its body tumbled into the crag below.
Upon reaching Zaja, he knelt and brushed off the hoarfrost that had formed on her, shielding her from the cruelest zephyrs with his body. As he wrapped her shoulder, which was only barely bitten beneath the layers the creature had had to tear through, she stared up at him, saying nothing. It was not relief he saw in Zaja’s eyes.
I’ll hate you for saving me.
She’d have rather been found dead than like this. Sitting over her, Flynn was now unsure what to do. It still wounded him to remember the man he was, the one who wouldn’t save another even if they begged. Much less if they refused his charity. He’d have been content to walk away in the past, but what does one do when they want to help someone who doesn’t want to be helped?
Left alone, Zaja would die. Flynn couldn’t grasp her stubborn lack of self-preservation, more still when dying now would serve no one. The puzzle he had pieced together told that Zaja sought work, to make herself useful—and she’d left the home she knew, all alone, to find it. That suggested the want for life.
She would hate him for saving her. He knew that as he rolled her onto her back, slid his arms beneath her, and stood up with her, turning to carry her back to the checkpoint. He decided it better if she lived and hated than died and didn’t. For all the hate Flynn had brought upon himself, he expected he could shoulder
at least a little bit more.