About This Blog ~ This blog is about a series of Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual, and Transgender (GLBT) super-hero, sci-fi, fantasy adventure novels called Rainbow Arc of Fire. The main characters are imbued with extraordinary abilities. Their exploits are both varied and exciting, from a GLBT and a human perspective. You can follow Greg, Paul, Marina, Joan, William, and Joseph, as well as several others along the way, as they battle extraordinary foes or take on environmental threats all around the globe and even in outer space. You can access synopses of the ten books using the individual links on the upper, left-hand column.





The more recent posts are about events or issues that either are mentioned in one or more books in the series or at least influenced the writing of the series.










Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Poetic Passages Rainbow Arc of Fire: Shattered Dawn

This ninth volume, only available as a Kindle Edition from amazon.com, has probably only been read by three or four people. This and the tenth volume are two of the most exciting volumes in the series, but neither has been reviewed by anyone anywhere. This is the first page of the novel:

Chapter One

The time is 2:00 A.M.


Low, heavily laden clouds creep in overnight to entirely cover The Mile-High City, wrapped in deepest slumber at this impossibly early hour. A light snow of wide, wet flakes is even now falling, further lulling an already submissive cityscape.

BOOM!

A sudden, deafening, unanticipated blast occurs high overhead. This startling sound is quite unexpected because the season is not yet verging into spring.

A continuous rumbling immediately begins, even before the initial crack of thunderous noise concludes, having disturbed the sleep of many like some cosmic herald, announcing the end of their world.

Far to the northwest, this gathering resonance initiates a lengthy passage, gradually tumbling over and over itself, well above deserted streets and darkened buildings. It does not stop stumbling across the now-wary landscape until it passes far away, over the distant horizon and the southern suburbs, and is at last spent.

In a small, first floor bedroom, in a much larger house carved into three condos on Capitol Hill, the pulsing center of this thriving metropolis, a calico cat lifts its head with a start.

Her two human owners also sit up in bed in consternation, almost raising themselves in unison at this rude interruption.

“Wha…?” Greg mumbles, his eyes attempting to focus in the darkened room. He then involuntarily yawns while glancing down at Miranda’s mottled head and sharply pointed ears, for she has been dozing between their tangled legs for warmth. However, she seems quite poised at this moment to leap from atop the comfortable bed and find a convenient refuge where she can hide from these ominous sounds.


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