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Dawnstrikers

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Heroes – and heroes again.  All kinds of heroes.

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Planet Fen, lost colony, is now cut off permanently from the rest of the civilized worlds.  Unfortunately a lot of people are cut off with it:  the occupying troopers and their families, innumerable bureaucrats, scientists, technicians and even a missionary or two.  They are all outnumbered and culturally swamped by the native colonists, a mixture of half converted primitives and a contingent of ferocious xenophobes who want all offworlders exterminated.

In this, the third book of the Gelen series, the bishop and the commander at Havekgerem, both have their hands full.  The former must rein in a group of Faring Guards, fanatical, axe-wielding Lost Rythan exiles who are determined to protect him at all costs, while the commander tries vainly to police the region with his disgruntled troops.  And in the midst of this come the Dawnstrikers, native blackshirts blindly following their charismatic leader as he hatches a plan to not only kill all foreigners but also to wipe out their rival tribe.  And they almost succeed —

 

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When he saw Ella Trenre’s reaction and felt the sudden strands of patterning arising in the room, Vess wanted to draw back from what he had done.  But it was too late.  Maybe it had always been too late, for it was as though another hand had taken his, forcing him to pull out the scrap of skin and to give it to her.  It was the first time he had felt something like this and it frightened him a little.

Rising from her place on the bench, Ella stood gripping the fragment while her eyes locked with those of her husband.  Brana Fadre came over to stand behind her and, after a moment, Vess left his brother to join the group.  

Daen, however, remained on the bench, Spear and Ella’s child on his lap.  The little girl’s eyes were round with wonder as she let fall a piece of chiven bread onto the floor. 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I always wanted to be a science fiction writer. But I had some other stuff to do first. So I raised four
children and wrote articles for magazines and a few children’s books. I gardened and home-schooled
the children and even spent a few years teaching in a school. Sometime during this time, my first
science fiction novel, GELEN was published. And when the grandchildren started to arrive (I’ve got
twenty, going on twenty-one of them so far), I helped out with them and now I’m homeschooling two of
them. But I also got a lot more serious about writing those sf novels.
I write what I want to read. There are whole worlds in my head and when they come out on paper, even
I am surprised. Who knows where it all comes from? I read and read and digest everything from
linguistics to archaeology, exobiology to military history – and then it turns into stories. So far I have five
sf novels published, not counting the current one, DAWNSTRIKERS. There are more to come.
I have a vision here. Some things I take for granted. The universe makes sense. People are not
particularly good, but we try and most of us mean well. That there is a God and He is extremely patient.
That the laws of physics, of science, hold good wherever you go. I have to follow them when I write.
Stuff like that. And so the books get written and I find they are all interrelated – same milieu, same
universe as it were. So far.

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The Harwood Mysteries Series

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Book I: In twelfth century England, an attack by bandits in the middle of the night leaves a young boy with no memory of who he is or where he is from. Nursed back to health by the devoted monks in a Benedictine abbey, he takes the name Alexander, or Xan for short. Aided by the kindly Brother Andrew, and his best friend, Lucy, Xan commits himself to finding out who he really is. Is his family still alive? Why has God allowed so much suffering into his life? And who—or what—is the shadowy figure creeping around the abbey in the dead of night?


Book II: An ill-fated journey, a long-lost uncle, and a mysterious cathedral mark the next chapter in the life of Xan, an orphan in search of his destiny. For a year, he has lived in the care of Benedictine monks at Harwood Abbey. Now he learns that he has an uncle, said to live in the far-off city of Lincoln. Will Xan survive the trip alongside the prisoner Carlo and his cruel guards? Will he find Uncle William? And why is Xan drawn to the spirit that haunts Lincoln Cathedral—could a ghost reconnect Xan with his dead parents? With Lucy and some new friends at his side, Xan must solve the mystery of The Haunted Cathedral.
, and my

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(Book I): https://amzn.to/2XsdHwp,

(Book II) https://amzn.to/2ULNmrm,

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Excerpt from Book One: 


Xan cracked open the door. Brother Oscar was nowhere in sight, but snores spilled out from his nearby cell. He slid past the monk’s door and down the steps.
Outside, the mist was getting thicker. His breath rose like wispy fog in the faint moonlight. Even with his shoes on, his feet in the wet grass felt as if they’d been frozen in a block of ice.
This couldn’t possibly turn out well. If the Shadow were one of the monks, he might get in trouble, perhaps even a paddling. If the
Shadow were an intruder, he might get attacked. And if it were the angel of death—still a possibility—he might lose his life. After all, two times the Shadow had been seen, and both times someone had died.
All right, God, this may have been a bad idea. Can You help me out of this?
His heart was beating almost loud enough for him to hear it. Yet, in the library beneath that painting, Brother Andrew had told him not to fear death.
“Get your senses about you,” he said aloud, forcing himself to move through the mist.
He took cover at the corner of the hedge—the last place he’d seen the Shadow. Even though the wind was cutting like icicles, sweat clung to the inside of his tunic.
Just then, a branch cracked. A figure moved from the other end of the hedge, but it was not creeping near the trail to Lord Godfrey’s
estate. It was heading up the hill toward the abbey!
This was the closest he’d ever been to the shadowy figure but, in all this mist, he could barely make out more detail than from the window.
It was dressed in a robe of dark, woolen material, the same as the monks wore. Its cowl hung so low over its head that it was impossible to tell from this distance if there was even a face beneath the hood.
The angel of death in his nightmare had reached with bony, skeletal hands. This figure didn’t seem to have any hands at all, unless they were tucked inside its robe.
Yet an object was at its side, so it must have had a hand of some sort to grasp with. Its body was blocking the object, but it appeared to be long and narrow, round and thin—a staff or reed of some kind, like the one he had seen on Brother Leo’s bed that day he’d first met the monk.
Xan’s paralyzed legs wouldn’t move to follow it. John was right: he must be a dotie fool to do this. What if this were that bandit, Rummy? The young boys might find his dead body crumpled in a heap on the meadow in the morning. Then they’d have nightmares for all their days.
Except if he went back without discovering the truth, they’d have nightmares anyway.
The hooded figure reached the top of the grassy hill—limping slightly, as though in pain—and headed into the granges.
There was no use debating anymore. Xan couldn’t go back to the dorm now without completing his mission. A crowd of young boys
probably were pressed around the window slits, watching his every move. They were counting on him.

Bio

 Antony Barone Kolenc (“Tony”) is the author of the youth historical fiction series, The Harwood Mysteries, which was awarded the Catholic Writers Guild Seal of Approval and has won two gold medals in the 2020 Moonbeam Children’s Book Awards and the 2021 Illumination Book Awards. He is an award-winning author of fiction and non-fiction books and articles, and a columnist for Practical Homeschooling Magazine. He’s been a guest on NPR, CatholicTV, Catholic Faith Network TV, and other radio and television programs. He retired as a Lieutenant Colonel from the U.S. Air Force Judge Advocate General’s Corps after 21 years of military service. He currently teaches law at the University of North Texas Dallas College of Law, and he speaks at writing, legal, school, and homeschool events. Tony and his family live in Jacksonville, Florida, and are the proud parents of five children and three grandchildren.

My website is www.antonykolenc.com