Redemption

D. Longdon Daniel

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Two princes, one nation. A country at odds with its monarchy. As the dust settles on a broken land, the two brothers that would be king face off for one last civil conflict. Again, the land of Albion suffers at the hands of the privileged few; Mad King Blaine is the rightful heir, but not all consider him to be suitable to rule, so they back the younger prince's, Jobe's, claim to the throne. Influenced by unseen and powerful forces, who will rule the land of Albion and who will Jason de Silva support in the final struggle for absolute power over the Kingdom of Albion? The third book of Devastation, set in the land of Albion on Planet Keltica. Will Jason de Silva find the cure for mankind's folly?

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• Publié par: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Date de parution: 30 avril 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781528962858
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

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Redemption
Daniel D. Longdon
Austin Macauley Publishers
2019-04-30
Redemption About The Author About The Book Dedication Copyright Information Acknowledgements Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30
About The Author
Daniel D. Longdon lives in the middle of England, on the border between Notts and Derbyshire. His first love are his three sons, his grandchild and wife, Emma; his writings come a close second, being a labour of love and considered by himself to be his purpose in life.
About The Book
Two princes, one nation. A country at odds with its monarchy. As the dust settles on a broken land, the two brothers that would be king face off for one last civil conflict.
Again, the land of Albion suffers at the hands of the privileged few; Mad King Blaine is the rightful heir, but not all consider him to be suitable to rule, so they back the younger prince’s, Jobe’s, claim to the throne.
Influenced by unseen and powerful forces, who will rule the land of Albion and who will Jason de Silva support in the final struggle for absolute power over the Kingdom of Albion?
The third book of Devastation, set in the land of Albion on Planet Keltica. Will Jason de Silva find the cure for mankind’s folly?
Dedication
This book is dedicated to my father, Keith Longdon, who sadly passed away on the 3rd of January 2018. Even in death, you are teaching me how to be a man. Love you, Dad, till we meet again.
Copyright Information
Copyright © Daniel D. Longdon (2019)
The right of Daniel D. Longdon to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.
Any person who commits any unauthorized act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.
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Acknowledgements
I would like to thank all my friends and family who have supported me throughout the years of my life-long endeavour, thus far, all your positivity enables me to cast aside the negatives. I would also like to thank Austin Macauley, all your staff have been most helpful, humble and at times made me feel part of your family.
Prologue
Standing behind cover, the Skav kept hundreds of his kind company. Thousands more waited behind the walls of the castle which had once been thought to be impregnable. Both the inner and outer walls had been compromised, their gate houses blown to smithereens.
Just the keep and the barrack house built into the inner wall stood against them.
He held the woman as the explosives were strapped to her. She struggled in his grasp and reached out for her child whose screams were lost to the sounds of bullets from all directions. The enemy was unseen, high up on the keep’s battlements. The line of sight obscured by the wall he pressed himself to.
No woman that had been captured had escaped the attention of the horde. The one he held, even though not pretty enough for his taste, was no exception.
She must feel like shit , he thought.
The jacket was buckled in place and he dragged her to the inner wall’s destroyed gatehouse. He passed the woman forward to the waiting horde. She looked into his eyes, her face no longer twisted as she shouted at him.
“Take care of the boy,” she mouthed, the words lost to the tumult.
The woman ran. Bullets pinged off the stones, but every one of them missed as she slipped on the blood-soaked stones. She made it to the door that barred the horde’s way. Gripping the detonator, she turned to see her son one last time. She cried, hyperventilating, unable to see him and squinted as she pressed the button, fearful for her son’s life.
The woman lit up like a firework. The powerful explosion left nothing recognisable behind. The door blew inwards. It had suffered more than one attack to its integrity. Splintered wood filled the air around the ruined door and a cheer went up from the men around him.
Someone handed him the boy. He was young, so young he would struggle to survive on his own. He looked at the boy, thinking of what the woman had said. He lifted him up as he was forced to move by the press of bodies surrounding him, trying to gain access to the keep and the seat of power they were so desperate to obtain.
He had to cross the inner courtyard and a hail of bullets that was fired by the defenders. As he passed into the light of the day, he lofted the boy child above him. As he ran, the child jerked in his arms. Slick warm blood ran down his forearm and he knew the boy had been hit. Then he was at the door, pressed in by so many bodies, he struggled to get his arms down at first. He looked up to the limp body and cast it aside; he did not wish to hold onto the corpse.
Feeling the crush of the bottle-neck, he forced his way into the tunnel that led into the large keep’s ground floor. He thought the crush might ease once inside but the pressure increased as those behind pushed on.
Then he was free as he neared the sound of fighting and he found himself rushing forward into a large chamber, facing a line of soldiers firing at them.
A young, naked woman tried to get back past him, an impossible task with what came from behind them, so he grabbed her and turned her around to use her as a human shield. She was not much older than a teenager and she struggled in his grasp. His bloodied hand slipped across her breast and he was forced to grab hold of her hair.
He raised his gun and fired several times. The sounds of battle lost to him as both he and his captive fell, shot by the same bullet from the enemy’s relentless fire.
“Freeze,” Maximilian Brayford said as he stepped through the holographic projection. Before him sat the government of Homeworlds, those few planets that had escaped the destruction of the great ending that’d nearly finished mankind and all their achievements.
There were six planets in two solar systems. The government had struggled to keep order in the months after the destruction brought about by their own technology. Crime and debauchery had spiralled out of control until the private companies came to the rescue and offered help and support, at the same time, taking massive concessions for their labours.
Maximilian was a politician of the highest rank in the Homeworlds Senate, his constituency was on the planet of the Senate, the planet Newton, the largest and most populated among the six.
“This, this is what I bring to your attention!” he said.
The Senate was silent; most of those present enjoyed the entertainment aired by the corporations. It wasn’t the first time the government had looked into the problem of what was shown to a blood hungry populace and in the past, the government had had limited success against the corporation’s pressure. However, they had gone after the Galactic Reality Network and the popular show Keltica . Keltica had been the first reality planet, it had always been the people’s favourite and every time the government had gone after it, they had failed, giving into the people’s desires.
“I have attempted to call the network’s CEO, Roger Lanister, but he refuses to answer my calls. I have told him before, as I will tell him now, he must tone down what the network airs.”
“The people will not have it!” a lone voice yelled from near the back of the auditorium.
“They must and they will. I can no longer watch mankind’s morality slip further into darkness. Only the other day, my great-great grandchild ran past me shouting: ‘I’m Memphis Grimm, I’m going to fuck you up!’”
A murmuring titter was heard at the quote from the main character from the dog world Lorela, followed by the network.
“You may laugh, but the child is only five years of age.”
“They will not listen to your calls for censorship!” another senator yelled, that one was much closer to him and the stage he stood upon.
Bursting open at the back of the auditorium, the doors revealed five well-dressed people who marched down the steps towards the stage. At their head was Roger Lanister, CEO for the Galactic Reality Network. He was followed by Rosalind Abraham, the CEO of the Planetary Entertainment Corp, Jake Goldstein, the CEO of Universal & Planetary Entertainment, Dylan Herschel, CEO of the Black Hole Logistics Company and Anita Spitz, CEO of Galactic and Universal Solar and Lunar Power.
They were flanked by ten armoured corporation guardsmen wearing the coloured armour of the companies that paid them; two for each of the corporations.
The hall erupted as they entered the senate and every senator stood to voice their complaints as the unthinkable happened. The heads of the five main corporations dared enter the senate, uninvited and with an armed escort.
None moved against them, fearful of the mercenary employees and the guns they hoisted at shoulder height, unsure whether they would use them or not. They were but politicians and not soldiers, after all.
By the time the CEOs had made the foot of the stage, the assembly had retaken their seats, although they jeered in protest of the intrusion.
Roger Lanister climbed the three steps to the stage and was immediately confronted by Maximilian, his cheeks reddened in anger.