My novel has a new dedicated web page, check it out: http://escapefromdesolation.com

Update: As of July 4, 2024, the second edition of Book One should be released in early August. It’s a much cleaner draft and I’m proud of it. Stay tuned.

A science fiction epic.

Escape From Desolation is a book I wrote about the sole survivor of a space exploration mission who lands on a desolate planet, occupied by the remnants of an ancient race of beings. While reluctantly integrating into their society, he discovers a profound secret that alters his belief about himself and the course of his life.

• Book One
  • Inclusion
• Book Two
  • Resolution
• Book Three
  • Emigration

Here is the prologue of the book, for my fans’ consideration:

Prologue

In the cosmos, the space that appears black to the naked eye teems with radiation and super-hot gas. What appears empty is occupied. A black hole is not empty; something lies at the bottom, massive enough to generate gravity that sucks even light into oblivion. But there are places truly empty of everything.

One such place relinquished its solitude and turned into blazing light for a moment before sleeping again. In the year 2346 C.E. scientific exploration ship, the Populus, a silver needle in the night, exploded in a vacant sector of the Milky Way galaxy. The ship, an insignificant grain in the empty heavens, cried out once with vigor as a small nova burst through its engines. The decaying stellar drives which no longer possessed the capacity to control the laws of quantum physics vomited a scorching blaze that incinerated the fragmenting ship.

From this madness, one escape pod dropped away moments before the mini apocalypse. Waves of an expanding corona of radiation and heat thrust that tiny craft away from point zero. Nine humans, from a crew of fifty-seven, rode in a lifeboat, enduring jarring pulses of energetic ripples and pulverizing shock waves.

The captain provided this chance for survival with the push of a button. A finger applying a slight amount of pressure against a release switch is all that had separated survival from oblivion. Whether a good man or a bad man, a hero or a coward, a dutiful officer, or a deserter, he had saved part of the crew while the rest died without him. Does the success of survival fill the hollowness in the heart born by the memory of the dead?