Dawn of Destiny (Epic Book 1)
Lee Stephen
Language: English
Pages: 312
ISBN: B003EOA9XC
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
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You're tired of it, aren't you? Of gimmicks, of fluff, of predictability. If you've read one book today, you've read them all. But you haven't read this.
There's no glitz and glamor here--no trendy hype machine. There's only a promise: Epic is the deepest, most gripping, most adrenaline-fueled series you've ever experienced. Leave your sense of tranquility at the door. This runs on 94 octane.
Dawn of Destiny kicks off the story of Scott Remington, a young man following a calling to war. Sacrificing a promising life that could've been, he embarks on a journey to follow his destiny and make a difference regardless of where it takes him. It's a story of perseverance amidst trials and tribulations--a journey of faith into the fog of war. This is high-action and intensity wrapped up in the reality of the human experience. It's the introduction to an epic.
Load your assault rifles...you're about to drop into a hot zone.
Bakma took aim. There was nothing Scott could do. The Bakma’s plasma rifle fired in front of him, and Scott stood petrified as the bolt flashed his way. Nicole. She was going to get a letter. Not an explanation, not a final chance to say goodbye. A letter. Her fiancé was dead. No. Scott braced up his rifle. The plasma bolt smashed into it. The gun shattered and he was thrown backward. The air fizzed as his vision whitened then returned. He clenched his teeth and looked down at his rifle. It
prime locations for such.” He regarded the other judges thoughtfully. “We were half right.” He reached beneath the table to retrieve a manila folder. He opened its pale cover and produced a thin stack of papers, which he then handed to the judge on his left. “What I am passing out to you now is a satellite image of Northern Siberia.” The stack of papers began to circulate. “You’ll note the red dot just above the Arctic Circle. Its approximate coordinates are 125 degrees, 14 minutes east
Keldysh!” Plasma bolts slammed into the Pariah’s hull as the operatives strapped themselves in. “Is anyone back there critical?” Travis asked. “No, let’s go!” Max clenched his teeth. “I’m keeping the back door open till we pick everyone up at the ridge!” Travis said. “Don’t fall out!” Baranov glared. “Do not make us fall out!” CLARKE ROLLED TO his knees behind the ridge as the Pariah took flight. “Everyone! I’m sorry, sink back! Travis will be here shortly!” A round of acknowledgments
through his clothes until he came to his uniform. The gamma patch was embroidered on the front of its chest. “That’s a beautiful thing,” he said with a grin. Scott smiled. “Welcome to the club.” “Do I get any benefits?” “Two weeks of paid vacation and a free Russian lap dance.” “That’ll work.” Scott knelt beside his duffle bag, where he rifled through its contents. When he pulled out his hand, his football was firm in its grasp. As his fingers squeezed the dirt-stained leather, he felt a
van Thoor.’” Scott blinked. Thoor? General Thoor, demanding his promotion to officer training? That didn’t make sense at all. What did he have to do with Thoor? Aside from the same welcome that all new arrivals got, he hadn’t spoken to the general. Not at all. Placing the letter blindly on the countertop, Clarke slid his eyes back to Scott. “I discovered it in my mailbox this morning.” Scott offered no explanation. He didn’t have one. “I’m sorry,” Clarke said. “You’ve done nothing to show me