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Inevitable Reckoning
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ISBN-10: 1-77115-322-9
Genre: Romance/Science Fiction
eBook Length: 242 Pages
Published: July 2016

From inside the flap

Bartas, an Atlantean pilot crashes his air machine on the coast of Lemuria, a Utopian place of spiritual people believing in reincarnation. The inner continent is plagued by wild beasts causing the Lemurians to abandon their homes and go to live along the mountainous coast in dwellings built into the cliffs. He is rescued from drowning by a beautiful, young Lemurian woman, Liestra, a spiritual healer, and her half-beast half-human servant. Her father is a physician. Together they nurse him back to health. Bartas is intrigued by the young woman who is very different than any woman he has ever known. He goes with her and her servant on an inland trek to explore the old capitol city of Mu and they have to defend themselves in an encounter with a vicious beast. Facing danger with Liestra makes him realize without her his life would be empty. He takes her to Atlantis with him. They are beset with many problems, her disapproving parents, Bartasís former jealous lover, and a scheming high priest, and trying to survive earth changes. Can their relationship withstand these challenges? Will they meet again in some future life to rekindle their love and work out their Karmic destiny?

Inevitable Reckoning (Excerpt)

Chapter One

Bartas sat at the helm of his airship, watching the sunlight reflecting off the water as he skimmed the surface of the ocean. His face was taut with tension as he recalled the angry argument he had had that morning with his father before taking off on a routine test flight. His father was getting old and stubborn, too steeped in old traditions. Soon, the time would come for his father to retire and he would assume command of the Atlantean fleet. Then he would not be so frustrated, his fresh new ideas could be carried out. If the ruling priests disagreed with his proposals, and spoke against him to the king, he would find a way to get around them.

His direction finder glowed brighter, warning him he was straying too far south. He corrected slightly and the Navigational Finder's instrument light settled back to a dull glow. At least that seemed to be functioning properly. He needed to put the ship through some maneuvers to test out the stabilizers, but the whine of the drive power was starting to lull him and soothe his anger. He would wait for a while until he was farther out from the mainland to check his instruments. It was possible there was some interference from the solar energy cells back on the mainland.

Not only did he disagree with his father on the running of the fleet, but also his personal life. Bartas was not ready to take the vows of commitment to the female, Marrel, the priests had chosen for him. Engrossed in the building and design of the new air machine, he wanted to devote his time to that and explore the areas far to the north beyond the usual trade routes. Granted, Marrel was a beautiful woman. Already they had sampled each other in joining, but his father had said it was time for offspring. Both he and Marrel were technologists, and should produce intelligent children of like minds. She was attractive, and healthy, and Bartas knew from experience, she gave a man much sensual pleasure. Even so he was not yet ready to commit to a life- long relationship. His feelings for her did not run as deep as hers. At times he saw an unpleasant side of her. She could be callous and calculating. He did not want to give up his desire for exploration. If they did commit to each other and had offspring, it would keep him more in the city working with Marrel at the Science Institute than piloting the fleet of airships.

A change in the tone of the ship's power brought him out of his reverie. Suddenly alert, he looked at the density of light on the instrument panel before him. Everything appeared normal, but he had a pilot's intuition that something was amiss. He became aware that the sun, which before had been on his right, was now on his left, but according to the direction compass reading, it was not. He was sure something was not right. It could not be the crystal, core of the power source. He had given specific instructions to the Low One to replace it with a new one. He should have known better than trust this duty to the creature.

The Low Ones were a result of human and animal cross-breeding without regard for the natural order of things, the Divine plan. These species of humanoids were fairly intelligent capable of doing menial work and treated as servants and laborers and in the old days, before it was forbidden, used for recreational sex.

The power ebbed again, and the instruments ceased glowing. He got up and lifted the cover off the compartment housing the crystal. It was dim inside, emitting little power. Rays from the crystal facets, the power source, were barely visible. It was shattered.

"Blast the stupid half man! Obviously, he did not follow my orders," he angrily cursed aloud. "Why can't my father see they are not good for anything but simple tasks?"

According to his calculations, he should be able to coast for about thirty minutes on the remnants of the crystal. Judging from the position of the sun he was closer to the Lemurian lands than his own. If he had to make a forced landing there, at least the Lemurians and Atlanteans spoke a common language.

Hoping to land fairly close to the coast he kept his craft low, skimming the water but avoiding to the white capped waves. If he overshot and landed inland, he would be in trouble, having been told of the giant diverse, dangerous beasts that roamed the inner continent. The Lemurians were forced to dwell partly in caverns beneath the earth to escape these horrendous creatures. He had flown over Lemuria, but never visited. He had heard of these strange people and seen their ambassadors at the temple conferences. They were a race of small people, quiet and gentle, more interested in philosophy than technology. To him they sounded like a dull lot.

A landmass loomed on the horizon. Lemuria! He recognized the formation of craggy high cliffs. "Thank the Gods!"Drawing closer he saw a sheltered cove. He would attempt a landing there.

Suddenly, the power ceased; the only sound was the hiss of the water jetting under the hull of the airship. He was having difficulty manipulating the controls, trying to steer over the rock formation sticking up above the foaming waves. A bone shattering impact knocked Bartas to the floor and a large, jagged rock sliced the small craft in two. His body was dashed into the sea, his head slamming against one of the boulders. He felt his senses leaving him and tasted salt water filling his mouth.