Hannah has finally adjusted to life on board the Ventas-341, when a series of strangely catastrophic hull breaches and a devastating viral outbreak decimates the crew. Now she finds herself stranded in the shadows of the asteroid belt. Together with the only other surviving crew-members, Colin, and the robotic Brother Anderson, she must somehow overcome their chaotic relationships if they are to have any chance of escaping the doomed ship.
Genre: FICTION / Science Fiction / GeneralAs a debut book from a new author, of course you don't expect sales to skyrocket overnight. Sales are trickling in and the response from readers has been very positive. See https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/46805397-symphony-of-destruction
As book 1 of a series, this book is used as a "reader magnet" for giveaways for the purposes of building a mailing list and converting these readers into series purchasers. Currently, the Spindown Saga is planned as a 7 book series, so each reader has the potential for a further 6 book purchases.
The corridor was empty. Of course. Like every other corridor on every other inspection. Brother Anderson scanned the area on wide band, and performed an atmospheric sample rapid analysis. All normal. No trace of uncatalogued biological components. Radiation levels below normal. This was good. He had come to expect this. Nevertheless, protocols demanded regular checks and rounds of all accessible areas of the ship. It was unfortunate, as these rounds really were never meant to be his responsibility, and now they wasted considerable portions of his energy. He recognized this, yet it seemed unavoidable. It was still possible to consider these duties a crew safety issue. As the Ventas-341’s “Medical Officer and Chaplain”, crew safety, health, and overall well-being were Brother Anderson’s primary goal. He longed for the days when they had been his only goal. Now, there were too many competing goals. Too many responsibilities. Too much data. Too much expectation. He pushed himself hard. This had become a necessity.
Continuing his progress down the corridor, his wheels slowed, and eventually came to a complete stop precisely 21.43 meters from the hatch he had come through moments before. This was the exact spot. This was exactly where he had been when it had happened. The event. The incident. At the time he had been unaware of the exact details of the occurrence, but he had a vivid recollection of his limited perspective of the event.
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German
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Translated by Ulrich Seydel
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Author review: Ulrich did an excellent job in a timely manner! |
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Portuguese
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Sam Passos
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Spanish
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Gabriela Leal
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