writing since age eight, thanks to the encouragement of a childhood teacher,
Likewise, his grandmother made him promise to
“do something” with his knack for drawing, so he illustrates as well.
He is fluent in Spanish, and knows the proper
method of ironing a dress shirt. Despite spending less than 6 hours of his
entire life in Indianapolis, the Colts are his team.
He lives in Henderson, Nevada, with his wife and
In 1776, the American rebels were thwarted by British magic. The leaders were executed, but the surviving soldiers went into hiding and kept the revolution alive. By 1984 they have developed better weapons and machinery to even the odds. Now all these “technomancers” need is an army for their arsenal, and their newest recruit is 15 year-old Calvin Adler of Baltimore. The problem is, he’s got a pretty strong will, and might give the technomancers at bit of trouble in training…
Calvin learns that the technomancers aren’t all good guys like he’d thought, and soon runs afoul of the worst of them. Now, with a bomb in his chest and a lot of ground to cover, he has a little over a week to save his life, or else become another casualty in the revolution. Meanwhile, an old enemy comes back stronger than ever, with ambition to spare…
Calvin is on the brink of death. The army is scattered, the commodore is dead, and the British mages know about the technomancers’ secret weapon. Just as all hope seems lost, Calvin and his friends find out the mages have a weakness, one that could end the war overnight and liberate the colonials.
But it will take a miracle to reach it…
bit his lip and descended the ramp. His feet had just touched the tarmac when
the ramp retracted and the lifter fans kicked back into gear. The downwash
knocked several people aside, and he found himself sprawled on his back,
shielding his eyes from the intense rush of air.
were shouts of alarm and orders from Yahola to cease, but the wyvern went on,
heedless. Calvin could only watch helplessly as Amelia spun it around and
pointed it at the open hangar doors.
took one last look at Calvin’s face. That face that she had come to love in
such a short time. The life she had left everything to save…oh, how it killed
her to do this, to know that she had to
could be no more delays. No more side trips. The Culper box had to get to
Harrisburg, and now, with the machine a thousand pounds lighter, she could
probably make it with her current fuel level. She had to finish Dad’s work.
rolled down her cheeks. Before she could change her mind, she hit the throttle
and took off, settling in for another long flight.