The voice came from a place so far below the one where he drifted helplessly in the void that it might have been the bottom level of the universe. As he turned himself, the suns of Rythar blazed off to his left, the Elder Brother and the Younger, no longer gods but only great balls of gas flaming white in the distance. Of the homeworld itself there was no sign.
He groaned, trying to swim in freefall. Everywhere he looked, the firmament blazed with alien constellations. God help him! How was he ever to find his way back?
Exiled from their homeworld for feuding, Deth Crispin, his cousin Kril Henry, and their former enemy Heth Raphael Sunfang are now wards of the Star Brothers. When their mentors take them along to the moonworld, Sharan, what should have been a first training mission turns into a disaster. Suddenly the three are on their own in a colony that vaguely resembles Kipling’s India, pursued by a multitude of enemies all seeking the mysterious and murderous cargo of a crashed flyer—a virus quite capable of wiping out entire worlds. And as they struggle to survive and complete the Star Brothers’ mission, the three Rythans change and grow into something quite different than simple barbarians. For this is the story of the founding of the Faring Guard where honor is regained and the simple folk of a backward colony learn to take their place among the civilized worlds.
Colleen Drippé, surrounded by the usual trappings of the trade (cats and books and wonderful friends who answer technical questions), writes what she wants to read: science fiction and (sometimes) fantasy.
Drawing on a collection of passionate interests like history, linguistics, archæology, philosophy, assorted sciences including forensic anthropology, astronomy and stuff like that, she cooks up novels and short stories, avoids clichés (or at least tries to) and keeps things going on multi-levels of action and deeper speculation. What else would you expect from a life-long science fiction fan?