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The Pandoran Age Chronicles #1
The Princess of Caldris
The Pandoran Age Chronicles Book One: Winteroud Sole is twelve years old when the Royal Detectives bring him on a case as a psychic. It is not long before the small group of investigators draws fire. The Transhuman Imperials, numerous galactic corporations, and underworld space syndicates all are suspect. "Parsons whispered to the head tech not knowing I could read him across the service bay, “You got any idea what’s going on here with this little fly by night run?” The tech gave him a sidelong glance, “Nope. The Detective is top brass, the kid is rich, and the female captain is smoking hotter than a volcano. They all have to be at Fort Oort yesterday. Any questions?” Parson looked at the Hammerhead. “Yeah, how’s my Honey?” He ran his gloved hand along the hull with a loving caress. “Well, Officer Hammerstein over there wasn’t too happy with the time we’ve been eating up prepping your Hammerhead, but I’ve kept it by the numbers.” “Thanks. I like coming home with my heart still beating. Any word on the winds?” “Solar wind at a minimum. One more diagnostic and you’re good to go.” “Roger, Roger, Kazi, kitty! Thanks, Buck!” Parsons quipped and climbed into the Hammerhead and began his flight deliberations and lockdowns. The tech nodded to Hammerstein and we climbed aboard. There wasn’t a thing on that airship that didn’t need to be there except a small plastic Hula dancer someone had glued over a structural reinforcement over the door and painted, “Aloha baby let’s dance!” below. Dancing of course a metaphor for combat flight. If you’re going to die in combat, in a Hammerhead, best to do it with a Cavalier attitude. You've either got, or you haven’t got style. Welcome to the dance."
- GenresScience Fiction
114 pages, ebook
First published February 12, 2013
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About the author
Dante D'Anthony
33 books18 followersAlong the slopes of the ancient mountain range of the Appalachian plateau that spills down toward the Great Lakes are a twisting series of Hollows and a gentle plain of vineyards that cloisters hushed 19th-century towns. Further along that plain, the Niagara River begins where the Erie Canal ended at the docks of Buffalo. From there one looks West to the inland seas-the Great Lakes- and North into the Canadian Shield, the edge of the whole of the continent... fanning out through Chautauqua...Niagara....New York... Ontario. The New World.
Growing up and studying Art and Architecture there, a mirror of such epic geographies and frontiers grew in me, like an alternate timeline or dimension, and from there the bits and pieces of the eight novels I came to call "The Pandoran Age Chronicles" grew, fermented and blossomed in my mind over years and varied places... almost as if they had a life of their own.
As a boy in the Hollows at the edge of the vineyards and the great landlocked sea, I would pick up fossils of 400-million-year-old Devonian and Silurian shale. Deep-time glimmered over long ago reefs once teeming with giant prehistoric sea scorpions. As teens, my friends and I would climb the abandoned giant grain elevators at the Buffalo Waterfront and swan-dive in the dark, lit only by the far-off inferno glares emanating from arc furnaces at the steel plants across the wharves where Great Lake ships like the Edmund Fitzgerald once berthed. Like the eons and eras passed, the mirrors of ages and timelines grew, and the Pandoran Age tales, adventures, and characters began to whisper to me.
Later, from Fort Benning training as an anti-tank gunner to Miami creating galactic-size murals of historic conquerors and Bacchanalia celebrations in the art deco hotels along the ocean, with the deep sea and earthy port town smell of Moqueca stew and the seductive rhythms and effortless harmonies of Samba music in the air, a tapestry began to form in my subconscious, of epic eons and far-future places... of great glory, great glamour, and equal tragedy. Gallant men and women emerged out of the mist, filled with a treasure house of pride, courage, cosmic skills, and iconic individualism, yet mixed with dark spices of secret fears and insecurities. Brilliant and beautiful. Both heroes and fallen angels, and yet somewhere in the trick of the tale: redemption.
I hope that the stunning quality of deep-time, mixed with equal portions of the incredible ingenuity and jubilation of the human spirit; with all its equal folly will enthrall you as it has for me through all these years of shepherding it to life.
In each of these stories the tales are even larger narratives, windows into worlds beyond our grasp, and bursting through our imagination, like a bird dashing from a deep night, through a bright banquet hall celebration, and then into the night again.
Growing up and studying Art and Architecture there, a mirror of such epic geographies and frontiers grew in me, like an alternate timeline or dimension, and from there the bits and pieces of the eight novels I came to call "The Pandoran Age Chronicles" grew, fermented and blossomed in my mind over years and varied places... almost as if they had a life of their own.
As a boy in the Hollows at the edge of the vineyards and the great landlocked sea, I would pick up fossils of 400-million-year-old Devonian and Silurian shale. Deep-time glimmered over long ago reefs once teeming with giant prehistoric sea scorpions. As teens, my friends and I would climb the abandoned giant grain elevators at the Buffalo Waterfront and swan-dive in the dark, lit only by the far-off inferno glares emanating from arc furnaces at the steel plants across the wharves where Great Lake ships like the Edmund Fitzgerald once berthed. Like the eons and eras passed, the mirrors of ages and timelines grew, and the Pandoran Age tales, adventures, and characters began to whisper to me.
Later, from Fort Benning training as an anti-tank gunner to Miami creating galactic-size murals of historic conquerors and Bacchanalia celebrations in the art deco hotels along the ocean, with the deep sea and earthy port town smell of Moqueca stew and the seductive rhythms and effortless harmonies of Samba music in the air, a tapestry began to form in my subconscious, of epic eons and far-future places... of great glory, great glamour, and equal tragedy. Gallant men and women emerged out of the mist, filled with a treasure house of pride, courage, cosmic skills, and iconic individualism, yet mixed with dark spices of secret fears and insecurities. Brilliant and beautiful. Both heroes and fallen angels, and yet somewhere in the trick of the tale: redemption.
I hope that the stunning quality of deep-time, mixed with equal portions of the incredible ingenuity and jubilation of the human spirit; with all its equal folly will enthrall you as it has for me through all these years of shepherding it to life.
In each of these stories the tales are even larger narratives, windows into worlds beyond our grasp, and bursting through our imagination, like a bird dashing from a deep night, through a bright banquet hall celebration, and then into the night again.
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May 27, 2013
Having an Empath help in an investigation can certainly be useful, and this is the task young Winteroud heir of the Sole estate was given. One gets to see the world through the eyes of one who can sense others thoughts and feelings and thus creating a whole new level of depth. Humanity continue to struggle with the same everyday emotions and reactions as we do today even with evolution having taken some steps up the ladder. It makes the story easy to follow and one can connect with the characters.
Fantastic plot and great pace, poetic and beautiful, believable characters and fascinating scenery!
Dante D’Anthony will go far.
Fantastic plot and great pace, poetic and beautiful, believable characters and fascinating scenery!
Dante D’Anthony will go far.
October 4, 2023
"A Riveting Space Opera Adventure!"
Dante D'Anthony's "The Pandoran Wars: Prelude & Empire" is a breathtaking journey into a future space opera. The story unfolds in a richly imagined galactic universe filled with captivating characters, thrilling battles, and intricate political intrigue. D'Anthony's storytelling prowess effortlessly transports you to a world where empires clash, and destinies intertwine, leaving you craving for more.
This book is a true page-turner, blending epic space battles with profound character development, all set against a vast and complex galaxy backdrop. The author's narrative style and world-building skills are exceptional, drawing you into a mesmerizing tale of conflict, alliances, and the struggle for power.
If you're a fan of sci-fi and space adventures, "The Pandoran Wars: Prelude & Empire" is a must-read, promising an unforgettable ride through the cosmos that will leave you eagerly anticipating the next installment in The Pandoran Age Chronicles.
Dante D'Anthony's "The Pandoran Wars: Prelude & Empire" is a breathtaking journey into a future space opera. The story unfolds in a richly imagined galactic universe filled with captivating characters, thrilling battles, and intricate political intrigue. D'Anthony's storytelling prowess effortlessly transports you to a world where empires clash, and destinies intertwine, leaving you craving for more.
This book is a true page-turner, blending epic space battles with profound character development, all set against a vast and complex galaxy backdrop. The author's narrative style and world-building skills are exceptional, drawing you into a mesmerizing tale of conflict, alliances, and the struggle for power.
If you're a fan of sci-fi and space adventures, "The Pandoran Wars: Prelude & Empire" is a must-read, promising an unforgettable ride through the cosmos that will leave you eagerly anticipating the next installment in The Pandoran Age Chronicles.
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