In the near future, an alien probe arrives on Earth with a pivotal mission—determine if humanity has what it takes to survive the impending invasion by a merciless armada.
The probe discovers Marc Ibarra, a young inventor, who holds the key to a daring gambit that could save a fraction of Earth's population. Humanity's only chance lies with Ibarra's ability to keep a terrible secret and engineer the planet down the narrow path to survival.
Earth will need a fleet. One with a hidden purpose. One strong enough to fight a battle against annihilation.
The Ember War is the first installment in an epic military sci-fi series. If you like A Hymn Before Battle by John Ringo and The Last Starship by Vaughn Heppner, then you'll love this explosive adventure with constant thrills and high stakes from cover to cover.
The book has sold over 88,000 copies in English and is a top selling audiobook as well. I've recevied several requests from readers to have it translated.
Lieutenant Ken Hale of the Atlantic Union Marine Corps felt blood rush to his head as the pilot swung their drop ship through a breaking maneuver and g-forces pressed him against the restraints of his acceleration bed. A glance out a porthole offered nothing but swirling stars against the deep void. A holo appeared against his visor showing the drop ship relative to their target.
“In position. Go for hard dock or umbilicals?” the pilot asked through his helmet comms.
There were no unusual energy readings from their target. There were no readings at all, which was why he was there in the first place. The Ibarra Corporation asteroid mining outpost had gone dark hours ago, with no warning or explanations. All attempts to contact the miners had been met with silence, leaving many unanswered questions to this mission. He wouldn’t trust a standard docking assault, which meant a riskier boarding maneuver.
“Go for umbilicals,” he said as he tapped a flat screen on the back of his left hand to open a channel to his team.
“We’re going in on the wire. Hang tight and use your secondary clamps. Anyone goes Flying Dutchman and you’re on Gunny’s shit list for the whole trip to Saturn,” he said. Six icons on his visor display went green as his Marines acknowledged. One icon pulsed as it broadcast.
“I swear he does this just to scare me,” Lance Corporal Standish said over the squad net.
“Standish!” Gunnery Sergeant Cortaro’s icon pulsed.
