“Thanks for coming with me,” I say to Tawni.
“I didn’t have anything better to do,” she says.
I laugh. “You know, you’re not like your parents at all.”
Her face lights up, her gray eyes shining slightly under the glow of the overhead cavern lights. “That means a lot,” she says, tearing up. “Cole said the same…” She can’t get the rest of the words out as she stifles a sob with the back of her hand.
“I know,” I say. “Cole said the same thing. Because it’s true. He would’ve come with us, too. I know it.”
Tawni hugs me once, still afraid to speak, and turns to the cave mouth. A year ago it would’ve looked ominous, like the mouth of a monster, the stalactites hanging from above its teeth, ready to eat us alive. But now it just looks like a cave. Another challenge.
And I am ready.
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Keep reading for a peek into the exciting sequel, The Star Dwellers, which will be published in September 2012.
Acknowledgements
Oh wow, where do I start? Unlike The Evolution Trilogy where I mostly did things on my own, The Moon Dwellers was a team effort. First, I’d like to thank my wife, Adele, for letting me use her name and for always supporting me and saving me from myself. You’re the best thing in my life and you always will be. Also, I’d like to thank my parents, of course, who read everything I send them (which is A LOT).
To my editor, Christine LePorte, for helping me turn my rough-cut gemstone into something sparkling and beautiful, and for your patience in my many technical shortcomings.
To my marketing team at shareAread, particularly Nicole Passante and Karla Calzada, who have been instrumental in helping connect my words with your eyes.
Thanks to my incredible team of beta readers who gave me so much positive feedback to keep me optimistic, while slipping in those precious nuggets of constructive criticism that allowed The Moon Dwellers to transform into something beyond what I was capable of on my own. So thank you Laurie Love, Alexandria Nicole, Christina Maness, Christie Rich, Danielle Dundas, Kayleigh-Marie Gore, Nicole Marie Passante, Kerri Hughes, Terri Thomas, Krystle Jones, Lynne Chattaway, and Tamika Dartnell-Moore.
Next up are my incredible cover artists/designers at Winkipop Designs. Thank you for all your hard work and for giving my story the absolute best first impression I could ever ask for. I can’t wait to see what you come up with for the second book!
To all my friends on Goodreads, I am a better person and writer from having met you. You make me laugh, blush, dance, sing, read, and write. I will never forget any of you.
And most importantly I’d like to thank all my readers who took a chance on me with this book or with Angel Evolution. Without you, my work would just be words on a page. You are the reason I write.
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The Evolution Trilogy by David Estes:
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Book Two—Demon Evolution
Book Three—Archangel Evolution
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About the Author
After growing up in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, David Estes moved to Sydney, Australia, where he met his wife, Adele. Now they travel the world writing and reading and taking photographs.
A SNEAK PEEK
THE STAR DWELLERS
BOOK 2 OF THE DWELLERS SAGA
Available anywhere e-books are sold in September 2012!
Chapter One
Adele
Not for the first time since we parted ways, and surely not for the last time, my thoughts turn to him. Our lost kiss.
I wonder where he is, whether he’s thinking about me, whether he’s getting on okay with my dad. I hope my dad’s not giving him a hard time. I’m not sure what to expect, as I’ve never really had a guy interested in me before. For all I know, my dad might put on a tough guy act, even though he’s really a softy. The weird thing is, soon my dad will probably know Tristan better than I do.
We’ve been walking for two solid days, Tawni and I, trudging down an endless inter-Realm tunnel, making our way slowly to the Star Realm. Although I know we are, I don’t feel like we’re getting anywhere. Every step forward feels like two backward. It’s like wading through water, as if the air has substance, its viscosity slowing our every move.
It’s not just the act of walking that frustrates me. It’s the monotony of the tunnel. The tunnel is wide enough for half a dozen people to walk side by side, and tall enough for me to give Tawni a piggyback ride, although given she’s about eight inches taller than me, the physics might not work so well. The tunnel floor is smooth, packed hard by thousands of tramping feet, but the walls and ceiling are rough and jagged, as if it was excavated haphazardly by a century-old tunneling machine. Modern day tunnelers create perfectly arched passages, with smooth edges and glassy sides, at a rate of 5 miles per hour. This tunnel looks more like three guys with shovels and pickaxes carved their way through at about 5 feet per hour.
For two days, the tunnel has sloped gently downwards, which should make the hike easy, but it doesn’t. It’s as if gravity has reversed itself, pitting even the laws of nature against us, making the downhills feel like uphills. We haven’t spoken for at least three hours, each of us lost in our own thoughts.
Recently I’ve had Tristan on my mind, but before that I thought about my mom. Is she okay? Although I rescued my sister, Elsey, and my dad, I don’t dare to hope that my mom is still alive. How could she be? There are no happy endings in my world. Not even happy beginnings. And the middle parts, they are the saddest of all.
“Can we rest?” Tawni asks, snapping me out of my grim mood.
I nod, lick my dry, chapped lips, try to swallow. The water is running low, so we’re rationing. I sling my pack in the corner between the wall and the floor, sit down next to it, lean my back against the rough stone.
“Why haven’t we seen anyone?” I ask.
Tawni sits down next to me, her long blond hair shimmering across her face, illuminated by the flashlight I’m holding.
“I don’t think the star dweller troops are going home anytime soon,” she says. “Not until they get what they want, anyway.”
Just before we entered the tunnel we are in, two days earlier, we saw thousands of star dweller troops pass by. They looked rough and weary, but determined. Determined to get the moon dwellers to join their rebellion…or die trying.
“So many people will die,” I say.
“Not if your dad and Tristan can get the moon dweller leaders to listen. I mean, they will get them to listen. I know they will.” Tawni is just being herself. Optimistic by nature. Despite all she’s been through, still optimistic. I marvel at her character.
“I’ll agree with you the second the sun dwellers invite us all up for a big Tri-Realms unity party,” I say.
Tawni smirks, but tries to hide it.
“I meant never.”
“I know,” Tawni says, laughing.
I figure if Tawni is an optimist, I should be a pessimist—we need to stay balanced. Ideally, I’d prefer to just be a realist. Hope for the best, but expect the worst, perhaps.
I open my pack and take a thin swallow from our only non-empty canteen. I hand it to Tawni, who does the same. She looks at me curiously.
“What?” I say.