Book Two of the Stolen Man Trilogy is complete and in final edit polishing.
On planet Janaidar High Priestess Alahna, and stolen-man Elijah, watched from afar as a gigantic flying-saucer hovered high above Bahndahn Towne, an early-industrial riverfront. After more than 5,000-years, the NuliZhu slave-raiders from the Empire of Ra were back! Paralysis-gas canisters exploded above the rooftops enshrouding the bucolic burg with billowing green smoke. All the people fell. Many died outright.
Most dangerous in its 4th State of hyper-sapience, The-Creeping-Darkness of the WuShi also lay paralyzed within trillions of lines of conflicting code as a sort of machine-madness. The only things stopping it from enslaving the entire multiverse were hidden constraints now blistering its hyper-processors embedded in the ancient operating system by the Dragons of Orion—whom it feared above all else—for only they could destroy it.
Underground in The-Sleeping-City, a white column of crackling light shot esoteric power into a precessing cuboid above the Central Obelisk as the WuShi hardened all twelve faces of the city-sized dodecahedron from stand-by to battle-mode. To save the precious power-master, it would destroy the NuliZhu along with planet Janaidar if necessary.
Far away from the Cavern Keep of Huan Long Shui Sisteren in Riverbend consolidating her dark powers in the Baneful Chaos, the usurper, false high-priestess, and Alahna’s nemesis, Yenara, coldly watched her left hand rip the ka of the hostler’s son free of his quaking body while her Shuyi ShahRen glowed baleful green on her wrist. Trails of life-elixir gave evidence of the foul murder. Spasms of pleasure rippled through her body as she imbibed the hapless lad’s life-elixir.