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Rorn T'Kar is the Pantherian commander of an Earth ship that's been battling in space for eight long years. Right before the war began, Rorn was in love with Earthling, Lyra Dench, but she apparently found his presence tedious and unexpectedly broke off their engagement...even as he was deployed.
Lyra couldn't tell Rorn she'd joined the Infiltration Corps - a branch of Earth's military with an eighty-percent mortality rate. She was ordered to keep her actions secret and knew Rorn would try to keep her from fighting if he ever found out. Orders notwithstanding, her chances of survival were so slim that letting Rorn go seemed the only choice she could make. It was likely that neither of them would see home again.
When Armistice finally comes and coincidentally corresponds with the holidays, Rorn and Lyra meet again. But have eight years of battle so altered them that they can't even meet as friends? Or will the magic of the season lead them into a brand new future?
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From Mojocastle Press and multiple authors
This will be a paranormal, PG-13 Christmas anthology benefiting The ARMED FORCES CHILDREN'S EDUCATION FUND, Incorporated (AFCEF)*. This fund was established on May 1, 2003, the first day of National Military Appreciation Month (NMAM). The purpose of the non-profit corporation is to be able to financially assist the educational needs of the surviving children of the U.S. Military men and women who lost their lives on or after October 7, 2001, the commencement of Afghanistan operations, as part of the global war on terrorism defined as "Operation Enduring Freedom".
My story in this anthology is tentatively titled A Future Holiday.
Rorn couldn't yet form a syllable. He watched her rise unsteadily and vaguely noted the appearance of the holo-crutches to help her stand. His parents had already explained yesterday morning's knee surgery and why it'd been necessary. Physical wounds would heal.
What shook him wasn't her injury, but her very appearance. Not only had news of her death been wrong, but the girl to whom he'd once been engaged had turned into a tall, lovely warrior-like goddess. She stood there with long, nut-brown hair bound in a braid that hung in front of her right shoulder. Her unusual sherry-colored eyes shimmered in the sunlight and her perfect, too-pale skin almost glowed. He was overjoyed at seeing her alive, but totally confused and even wary. Part of him wanted to hold her; the other part warned against showing too much emotion.
He stared down at her, waiting for her to speak first. There was depth in her expression he'd never seen before. It was as if, of the two of them, she'd seen worse action during the war.
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