By: Nick Creech
Sample Page from Galiconia:
Mac bit down hard but couldn’t help himself. A whimper escaped; then a great racking sob. He clamped his hands over his mouth, which did something to muffle the sound, but nothing would stop the tears rolling down his face like the rain he had read
about but never seen, except on cam. They streamed and they streamed, flooding his fingers and clogging his nose. His whole being was one great aching void. He wished… he wished he were dead too.
From this fragile hiding place he had watched his father die only moments before; his father who had come from nowhere to rescue him and who, when the pursuit had grown too hot, had led the troopers off at a tangent; his father, who had drawn a storm of plasma fire, and who had stood for a moment and then disappeared in a great ball of flame and smoke. His father. Down. Down. Dead.
But black as Mac’s mind was, part of it insisted on still working. There came the telltale mutter of another agger, and Mac knew they were still hunting him. Despite himself, despite his grief, his tears stopped and he dropped his hands. Had they picked
up his lifesign? Or were they just hoping to?
Moving only a millimetre at a time, he slid an eye round the corner of his buttress and then frantically spread the fingers of his left hand as wide as they would go. The agger swooped round towards him and Mac shot up into the air, a fraction before the
plasma beam incinerated his hiding spot. He dived, jinked and barrel rolled, plasma bursts spearing past him close enough to singe his hair, and he could sense the agger matching his manoeuvres and closing up behind for the kill. Again he spread his fingers wide and went rocketing up towards the lucent. The firing stopped and it dawned on Mac that the agger was afraid of fracturing the carapace.
It was one tiny thing in his favour. He had seven seconds; seven seconds before he crashed into the sky, seven seconds without being shot at, seven seconds in which to think of something, to make a plan, seven seconds in which to find a way of bringing
down a Galiconian agger in full battle configuration with what? With… the whip. He still had the plasma whip.
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About the Author:
One of our popular writers for older children has several longer length books on out site. His book A Way with Dragons (formerly Here Be Dragons) is in our top 10 list and has been for some time with over 500,000 downloads.
Nick Creech is a former newspaper journalist. He has two sons, both now successful and more-or-less responsible adults who still deign to talk to him from time to time in tones of kindly condescension. He has a wife who does the same, mostly.
Since leaving journalism he has written extensively for children, young adults and people of all ages who just enjoy a story.