The Lasaran by Dianne Duvall (Aldebarian Alliance #1)
English | 2020 | Romance, Sci-Fi | ePUB | 2.8 MB
New York Times bestselling author Dianne Duvall brings readers the first novel in a thrilling new sci-fi series full of action, intrigue, humor, and romance.
Taelon searches the galaxy for his younger sister, who mysteriously disappeared while on a diplomatic mission. When an ally reveals that she was seized and is being held prisoner on Earth, Taelon descends upon the blue planet, intent on freeing her and exacting vengeance. However, all does not go as planned. Before he can find her, Taelon is captured and becomes the subject of torturous experiments. For what feels like an eternity, all he knows is pain and fury… until a mind tentatively touches his own and a woman’s voice forever changes his world.
After suffering tragic losses, Lisa is finally beginning to carve out a future for herself when chance sends her to the Anomalous Cognition Research Institute. What at first appears to be a benign organization seeking participants for a psychic study instead turns out to be a government facility harboring a much darker intent. Lisa discovers this too late and soon becomes the unwilling subject of a terrifying experiment. Just as fear and desperation threaten to consume her, a deep, compelling voice penetrates the looming insanity and lends her hope.
Taelon strode toward the king’s receiving chamber. His heartbeat pounded in his ears as loudly as his footsteps echoed off the palace walls. Fury filled him, curling his hands into fists. Two attendants, both male, rounded the corner at the end of the hall. Both began to bow but halted halfway through their genuflection. Eyes widening, they leapt out of his path.
Normally, Taelon would have greeted them with a smile and asked after their families, always appreciative of the aid they provided and their contributions to palace daily life.
Today, however, he ground his teeth and clamped his lips shut, his rage too close to the surface.
Four guards manned the doors to the receiving chamber and offered bows when he reached it.
Taelon delivered a curt nod—the best he could manage at the moment—and threw open the doors. The tall slabs of wood slammed against the walls, then bounced back toward him, the breeze they created ruffling his hair as he continued forward.
The men and women inside started and spun toward him.
Seated behind his large desk, the king took one look at Taelon’s face and turned to his guests. “Give us the room.”
Half of those present immediately rose and took their leave, giving Taelon a wide berth. Two of the guards in the hallway leaned in and closed the doors, ensconcing them in quiet.
Taelon studied the men left behind. His father, the king, regarded him with a grave expression. His brothers—Duras, Gefen, and Levik—frowned at him.
“What is it?” Levik asked. Closer to Taelon in age, he knew Taelon better than the other two, who were significantly older.
“I know where she is,” he announced grimly. Taelon didn’t have to say whom. His baby sister had been at the forefront of their thoughts every day since they had abruptly lost contact with her four months ago.
Every man stood.
“Where?” his father demanded.
Faces paled. Curses erupted.
“You’re certain?” Levik asked.
“Yes. When our allies could find no trace of her, I contacted the Akseli.”
His father’s face darkened. “I didn’t authorize that.”
“I didn’t ask because I knew you wouldn’t,” Taelon replied. His sister’s life meant more to him than evading his father’s wrath.
“Because they’re soldiers of fortune!” his father thundered, rounding his desk. Though he was four centuries old, he still bore the muscular build of a warrior and had only a hint of gray at his temples. “They are more likely to ransom Amiriska than rescue her! They have no honor!”