![]() ![]() ![]() The journey to Florida was over a thousand miles, and the thought of rowing over half that distance filled her with anxiety. Rowing into the darkness, toward a destination in the wastes that she would probably never see. Goals had helped her rise from the filthy lower decks to second in command of an airship.Īnd she had wiped away all her hard work with a simple press of a button, dropping a container full of Cazador warriors into the ocean. Since her youth, she had always been a goal setter. Switching to the ancient four-horsepower motor would give her a reprieve, but her supply of gasoline was too precious to use now.Īda had set a goal of rowing a hundred miles before she switched to the motor. She eyed the small vessel’s steering wheel and controls. She wasn’t used to labor that didn’t tax her brain.īut there was an easier way to get to where she was going. In her first days working on the bridge of the Hive, Ada had helped map out dive zones, using actuarial science to calculate risk to the divers. Monotonous stuff that required using her brain more than her body. She had mostly sat in front of a monitor, crunching numbers about storms or the amount of recycled water lost each month. Life in the sky hadn’t required anything like it. Her body wasn’t used to this type of exercise. She stopped only to straighten her sore back. She could strip off the gloves, clean her hands, and bandage them up. Climbing back into the narrow compartment designed for supplies and sleeping sounded like heaven. It took every atom of her will not to rest. Almost in a trance, she continued the motion: pulling, grunting, pulling, grunting. She leaned back, putting her weight into the oar stroke, but the twenty-foot aluminum fishing boat seemed to be getting no closer to her destination.īlood from the repetitive friction made her uncalloused hands slick inside the gloves. The ocean had calmed through the day, but now the swells were growing in size, beating the hull of her boat. “The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.”Īda Winslow knew she would likely die soon, but human nature and a strong will to survive kept her aching hands on the oars. An adventurer, scholar, and globe-trotter The characters and events in this book are fictitious.Īny similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidentalįiction / Science Fiction / Apocalyptic & Post-ApocalypticĬIP data for this book is available from the Library of Congress This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Series design by Kathryn Galloway EnglishĪll rights reserved. Website Instagram /author_sansburyĮ-book published in 2020 by Blackstone Publishing Subscribers will also recieve access to exclusive giveaways.Īre you a Nicholas Sansbury Smith fan? Join him on social media.įacebook Author Page /nicholassansburysmith/ Extinction Lost (A Team Ghost short story)ĭon't forget to sign up for Nicholas' spam-free newsletter to learn more about future releases, how to claim a book patch, special offers, and bonus content. ![]()
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