Remanence by Jennifer Foehner Wells

Author:Jennifer Foehner Wells [Wells, Jennifer Foehner]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Science Fiction
ISBN: 9780990479840
Google: mWrRjwEACAAJ
Amazon: B01CVBZWUI
Goodreads: 29488335
Publisher: Blue Bedlam Books
Published: 2016-03-11T00:00:00+00:00

Alan was brooding in the back of the refurbished shuttle, squished between Ryliuk and Jaross on a shabby recycled bench seat from a land car. It was relatively quiet. The diverse group wasn’t very comfortable yet. He wondered if that would ever change.

Their merry band of four now numbered nine. Once they were aboard with the Squid, their party would reach the dubious sum of ten—on a ship that was supposed to hold thousands.

He looked around, sullenly assessing his new crewmates now that he wasn’t busy rebuilding the ship anymore. Jaross’s features were always set in a serious expression, though now free of grease for the first time in days. She always held herself with a queenly air which was oddly punctuated by a light-brown, fizzy mop of hair that she seemed to barely take care of. It was always coming undone from hasty makeshift braids. That might have given one the sense that she didn’t care about her appearance or something if she hadn’t been so freakishly graceful. Her skin was normally toffee colored, though all of the Sectilius, atellan or sectilian, could get as dark as Ron pretty fast when exposed to sunlight—a pretty nifty little metabolic trick and far better than getting sunburned. His own skin was peeling off his face in flakes from his suesupus excursion. He wouldn’t have minded a little extra protection that day.

Jaross was pure atellan, tall and lithe. Her bones jutted out at angles that made him feel like someone should remind her to eat a sandwich, though it seemed that her appearance was pretty normal, based on what he’d seen of atellans in general.

Ryliuk was the opposite—just as tall, but built like the Hulk—all muscle and heavy bone structure. He must have had some kind of hybrid vigor going on from mixed parentage. Alan wasn’t too keen on this dude. He apparently was nearly as powerful telepathically as the Squid. That automatically put him on a sort of temporary shit list. So far Ryliuk hadn’t said much, so Alan couldn’t know whether he was as much of a dick as Ei’Brai or not.

He already knew Schlewan, Tinor, and, of course, Pledor. Now that Pledor was no longer a leader, he wasn’t going by the name Gis’dux Sten anymore. They were supposed to call him Pledor Makya Sten, but Alan declined to be so pleasant after the way the asshole had blackmailed Jane into coming along. He tried not to talk to him, but if he had to, he just called him Pledor, and the others had picked up on it and were doing the same. That seemed to piss the dude off. His lips tightened and his eyes narrowed every time Alan did it, so Alan would be sure to continue.

It was going to be a fun mission, he thought sourly.

They’d gotten fairly decent weather for the trip—which meant fewer and lighter storms, not sunny skies. Jane and Ron were flying the shuttle to an island in the middle of an ocean on the other side of Atielle where there resided an antique space elevator.

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