The Ashes That Remain (Cimmerian
Moon Book 2)
By A.M. Griffin
Publisher: A.M. Griffin
Expected Publication Date: Aug. 6, 2014
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We’re at war against the aliens that
have invaded Earth, fighting the only way we can—by surviving. I have more than
most people do, but although I know it’s stupid to hold on, I can’t let go of
what might have been—can’t help dreaming of something more. No matter how I
tell myself it would be easier to do what everyone else wants me to, there’s a
part of me that can’t give in.
Making the best of the situation is one
thing. Settling, even to make other people happy, is something else.
Then we hear the alien mother ships
have disappeared. Of course we have to go and investigate. What we find lands
us in a huge mess that we somehow have to clean up and, as our little enclave
is rocked to the core with even more changes, I’m learning a hard lesson.
The more things change—for the better
or the worse—there’s no fighting human nature, and building on the ashes that
remain will take everything we have. And maybe more.
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Ashes That Remain
A dark brown
object comes slowly toward us, traversing up and over the uprooted street. The
body of the vehicle has odd lines to it, jagged and sharp—foreign—making it
hard on the eyes. The wheels move on continuous tracks. With no visible windows
that I can see I wonder how it’s being steered…then my thoughts wander to who is steering.
“Is it a tank?”
I whisper, glancing to Rocky briefly.
Squinting, he
continues to peer at the vehicle. “It’s not any kind of tank that I’ve seen. It
looks odd.”
“Misplaced,” I
add. “It appears as if it doesn’t belong here…not on Earth anyway.” My heart
seems to fall. Just moments before we’d talked about the alien invasion being
over. I let myself believe, just for a minute, humans could reclaim Earth. But
now, seeing this thing on what used to be Woodward Avenue, with its dark color
contrasting against the pure-white snow, I’m gripped with fear.
These things
never plan to leave us.
They’re here to
stay.
“What are they
doing?” Rocky mutters under his breath, talking to himself.
“Why are they
traveling in that thing, when they have spaceships?”
Rocky scrunches
his salt and pepper brows together. “Spaceships are good at hunting down humans
and transporting them to wherever. But that thing…”
“Heavy
machinery.”
“They’re
working now.” Rocky turns my way. His piercing eyes settle on me. “With humans
gone, they are free to build.”
Rocky lowers
his head and tugs on my arm for me to do the same. He takes his rifle from his
back and holds it in his hands. I press my back against the car and reach under
my coat to retrieve my pistols.
My heart beats
so hard against my chest that I feel nothing but pain radiating around my ribs.
Blood rushes with such force through my veins that I have to struggle to listen
to the vehicle above the noise of it pumping past my eardrums.
With a flick of
my thumbs, I release the safety on both guns. I’m breathing so fast and hard
that my head begins to swim.
Pull it together.
I close my
eyes, trying to steady myself.
“Ian and Jorin
are at your nine o’clock,” Rocky says. “Try not to kill them.”
I crack open my
eyes and cut them in Rocky’s direction.
“What?” he
asks. “You think you’ll have a clear shot of anything with your eyes closed?”
True.
The vehicle
comes to a screeching halt almost directly in front of where Rocky and I are
hiding. We exchange quick glances.
Why did they stop here? Had they seen us?
I tighten my
grip on my weapons. Although it’s cold, my palms are wet with sweat.
I turn around
slowly, my feet crunching against the snow. Looking down, instinctively I try
to step in the prints that I’ve already made…
Our footprints.
My eyes follow
the trail of fresh footprints we’ve made in the snow. One set leads from the
street to where we’re hiding. I nudge Rocky with my elbow, drawing his
attention to what I’m seeing.
He doesn’t say
a word, but his facial features twist with emotion. I knew what I was getting
myself into when I pressed to come. There was always a possibility of
encountering the aliens. There had also been a possibility of having to defend
ourselves from them—the reason for the weapons.
I’ve got on my
big girl panties.
I’m ready.
ABOUT THE
AUTHOR:
A. M. Griffin
is a wife who rarely cooks, mother of three, dog owner (and sometimes dog owned),
a daughter, sister, aunt and friend. She’s a hard worker whose two favorite
outlets are reading and writing. She enjoys reading everything from mystery
novels to historical romances and of course fantasy romance. She is a believer
in the unbelievable, open to all possibilities from mermaids in our oceans and
seas, angels in the skies and intelligent life forms in distant galaxies.
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