Sac'a'rith: Rebirth (The Lost Tales of Power, Book 7) by Vincent Trigili

Release date: March 13, 2015

Subgenre: Space opera, science fantasy

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All Zah’rak wanted to do was train and work with Narcion, but now Narcion is dead, leaving Zah’rak and the others without guidance or a plan. Cyborgs, Resden, and many others are after their blood, while Phareon tries to be their puppeteer.

Before Zah’rak can get far, Raquel reappears and offers them their dream: to be real wizards and full members of the Wizard Kingdom, but Zah’rak does not trust her or the offer.

Meanwhile, the Korshalemian sorcerers are up to their old tricks again, and it is up to Zah’rak, Raquel, and the others to discover their new plan and prevent a new great war.

The Lost Tales of Power is an open-ended series of Sci-Fi/Fantasy books set in a vast multiverse featuring a mixture of traditional fantasy and science fiction elements.

Lost Tales Series:
Volume I - The Enemy of an Enemy
Volume II - The Academy
Volume III - Rise of Shadows
Volume IV - Resurgence of Ancient Darkness
Volume V - The Sac’a’rith
Volume VI - Spectra’s Gambit
Volume VII - The Sac'a'rith: Rebirth
Volume VIII and beyond - TBA 

Excerpt:

“Crivreen, blast them!” I called out.

Crivreen drew his wands and unleashed a wave of lightning. The electrical energy arced back and forth across the open doorway between the guns. The power cells that drove the guns overheated under the barrage and exploded, destroying both guns and a large section of the walls. Overhead, fighter craft raced back and forth defending bombers which were pummeling the colony in seemingly random places. The ground shook and the sky lit up brighter than midday as more and more bombs were dropped. The prison’s anti-aircraft defenses were failing to do more than annoy the naval fighters.

Our target was several levels underground, which should be safe for a little while, but we had been warned: Phareon planned to leave no survivors. We had to get out before they broke through the upper level defenses or we’d be destroyed with the base. Phareon intended to show everyone the foolishness of taking hostages, even if they had to kill the hostage themselves which created an unforgiving deadline for us.

I waved my team forward and ran into the fortress with my rifle in hand. I couldn’t throw lightning around like Crivreen nor make rocks explode like Ragnar, but my trusty assault rifle was more than capable of dealing death and destruction at the speed of light.

“Which way, Ragnar?” I sent. Ragnar’s uncanny sense of direction and unerring memory of maps made him immensely valuable on these missions. In some ways he was the most valuable man on the team, but his lack of understanding of modern technology proved a big hindrance.

“Left at the next junction, and then take the second shaft down,” he replied without the slightest hesitation.

Most of the prison guards were heading towards the firefight at the other end of the colony, but alarms were undoubtedly sounding at this end and I knew it was only a matter of time before troops were sent to deal with us. There would be constant confusion throughout the battlefield, and I was counting on that to create enough delay for us to get in, make the rescue and get out.

We had almost made it to the shaft before coming under fire from some soldiers in heavy armor. “Don’t stop! Make a break for the shaft! I’ll cover you,” I sent. I was pretty sure my rifle couldn’t penetrate their armor, but that same armor was heavy and would dramatically reduce their speed of movement. That should give us enough time to make the run, but I was too experienced to count on it.

Crivreen and Ragnar made a mad sprint along the last few meters towards the shaft as I tossed two concussion grenades over their heads at the enemy troops. The force from the blast threw the soldiers back and bought us the time we needed to jump down the shaft. Their armor might have protected some of them from the blast, but those closest would have been killed. More importantly, the rest would move more cautiously now and that would give us more time to gain a good lead on them.

The thrusters on our armor were intended for zero-g maneuvers but were sufficient to slow our twenty-meter descent just enough so that we could hit the ground running.

“Getting back out should be fun,” called out Ragnar as we sprinted down the corridor.

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About Vincent Trigili:

Vincent, father and husband of nearly two decades, holds degrees in both Math and Computer Science. In addition, he has published an astronomy journal, numerous articles, poetry and other works.
He got his start in writing fiction as a small child, losing himself in the worlds he dreamed up in order to escape the doldrums of normal life. Now, using his formal education and extensive career experience, he excels in creating fictional worlds of depth and rich fantasy, while maintaining a foundation of reality based on science and technology.

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