H.A.L.F.: THE MAKERS

Roswell. Area 51. The X-Files.

You've seen the aliens known as the Greys in movies and on T.V. You may think you know all about them.
But what if everything you think you know is wrong?
And what if the Greys are only the beginning?

The Makers is Wright's follow-up to her award-winning Sci Fi debut H.A.L.F.: The Deep Beneath. A fast-paced action adventure with a touch of romance.


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Enjoy an Excerpt: 

U’Vol issued the command to ready his lander and its crew. He blinked slowly and disconnected from the optical interface with the computer. His chair rose while at the same time the glass case holding his krindor opened.

He uncinched his robe and allowed the red silk garment to fall into a pile on the floor. U’Vol lightly touched his hand to the black krindor suit and it came alive. The nanobots embedded in the graphene skin of the krindo recognized his unique electromagnetic signature. The suit undulated and became a wave of ebony spilling onto him. It reformed on U’Vol’s naked body, covering him from neck to toes.

The krindor was a second skin, enmeshed with his flesh and syncing with his nerves in a perfect synergy of man and machine. The strip of sleek, black fur attached to the helmet flowed down his back. It was not of any utility but was instead a tradition worn by all ship captains. Black was the color of his father and he wore it proudly into the hunt.

To any creature that had the misfortune to be his prey, the helmet’s mouth was perhaps the most frightening aspect of the krindor. It was equipped with razor-sharp teeth set in a mechanized hinging jaw. U’Vol did not use the mechanical mouth to eat but rather to rip open the throat of his prey. It was quick and efficient and did little damage to the meat.

U’Vol breathed the krindor’s odor in deeply. It smelled of sweat and blood and metal. The scent brought to his mind a wave of memories. Of running on all fours in his krindor, chasing the burly thukna on Ghapta. Of ripping its throat open, the pungent smell of the musky animal and the taste of its blood as it spattered into the mouth of the helmet and touched his true lips.

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Natalie is the author of adventurous speculative fiction for teens and adults including her award-winning science fiction series, H.A.L.F., and The Akasha Chronicles, a young adult fantasy trilogy. She lives in the high desert of Tucson, Arizona with her husband, teen daughter, and two young cats.

Natalie spends her time writing, reading, hanging out on social media, and meeting readers and fans at festivals and comic cons throughout the western United States. She likes to walk in the high desert, snorkel in warm waters, travel, and share excellent food and conversation with family and friends. She was raised an Ohio farm girl, lives in the desert Southwest, and dreams of living in a big city high rise.

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Amazon Kindle Book: http://amzn.to/1PDruTp

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