2102 Nearly two trillion miles from Earth, the Freemen’s generational ark drifts through deep space, carrying the last hope of humanity. For fifteen years, peace has reigned aboard the vessel. But peace is fragile—and rebellion is brewing.
Miah, the League’s genetically engineered assassin, has been imprisoned for two years. When she nearly kills her cellmates, her nemesis Daalyn is forced to confront the truth: Miah cannot be saved. Her execution is set—but her legacy is far from over.
Meanwhile, young passengers Alan Black and Naomi Corb uncover a chilling secret on the Ark—one that could unravel the mission and ignite civil war. As unrest spreads, the visionary Elias Bell announces a detour to replenish resources: an eight-billion-mile mining expedition to a remote planetoid. But not everyone agrees. A charismatic rival rises, threatening to overthrow the Ark Council and derail the exodus.
With loyalties fractured and danger mounting, Elias, Terrence Black, David Corb, and their children must rally the Freemen to preserve their mission. But time is running out—and Miah’s reincarnation is more cunning, more unstable, and more lethal than ever.
Reprisal is a high-octane continuation of the Exodus Series, blending political intrigue, interstellar peril, and psychological warfare. The ark may be humanity’s last refuge—but it’s also a ticking time bomb.
My writing career began at the age of nine, when I picked up a Ray Bradbury short story I was far too young to understand. Most of the words sailed right over my third‑grade head, but the part about a spaceship hurtling toward the sun grabbed me by the imagination and refused to let go. Then Star Wars hit theaters, and that was it — I was doomed to a lifetime of loving science fiction. My tastes have broadened since then, but no matter how many spy thrillers or crime novels I devour, I’m still a sci‑fi geek at heart, and I’m okay with that.
I grew up in Utah and Denver, Colorado, which means I’m equally comfortable around mountains, snow, and people who insist fry sauce is a food group. At nineteen, I spent eighteen months serving a mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in South Korea, where I learned two important things: kimchi is essential to a happy life, and K-pop is not a new thing.
After returning home, I married my best friend — a decision that remains the smartest thing I’ve ever done — and we began a cross‑country adventure that would make even seasoned nomads raise an eyebrow. We lived in Washington for twelve years and welcomed four amazing children into our family. Then, starting in 2000, we embarked on what can only be described as a family odyssey that never ended: southern Idaho, northern Idaho (because one Idaho apparently wasn’t enough), Florida, southern Utah, New Orleans, Wyoming, back to Utah, then to Missouri, and then back to Florida. Each stop added a new chapter, a few new stories, and at least one box we forgot to unpack.
Professionally, I’ve worn more hats than a costume shop provides — Vascular Technologist, Graphic Designer, and now Architect. Apparently, I like careers where precision matters and people expect you to know what you’re doing.
These days, my wife and I are back in Florida, where I design buildings by day and write stories whenever I can sneak away from real life. If you’re looking for me, I’m probably at the beach or desk, typing furiously, fueled by kimchi, imagination, and the faint hope that my characters will behave for once.