Out Of The Silent Planet First Edition Novels & Stories

11-BEING HIM Athena woke up in an unfamiliar room, her senses immediately assaulted by an eerie silence. She lay there quietly, keeping her eyes closed, trying to gather her bearings. The beeping of the machines that surrounded the bed matched her breaths, the only indications of her heartbeat, her existence in this strange place.

The brightness was overwhelming, making me hesitate. " Meara, hurry, before the portal closes," Merilla shouted in the mind-link we shared. Summoning every ounce of courage, I lifted my foot and stepped into the light, then the other. The light was so bright that I had to cover my eyes. As I stepped through, a warm sensation enveloped me, and I felt a strange sense of peace and anticipation. When the light finally dimmed, I found myself standing in a beautiful, vibrant land unlike anything I had ever seen. The sky was an otherworldly blue, and the air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers.

The First Alpha, golden and wild, fading into mist. The First One, silver and vast, unraveling into stars. And standing beyond them, the being—the one that made them—lifted its hand. "Now you are whole." The light touched my chest, and for the first time in years, I felt silence, not emptiness, but peace. The voices were gone. The hunger was gone. Only my heartbeat remained. The mirrors dissolved into dust. The world returned. When I opened my eyes, I was lying in the crater. The sky above Duskwind was cracked open with dawn, the first true sunlight piercing through the smoke. The forest was still—no movement, no tremor, no echo of the Veil.

This is bad, I sigh inwardly as I feel myself tighten. “Did we die?” She returns to her seat, her eyes still closed and I chuckle. “You’re not getting away from me that easy missy.” I say, smiling as I ruffle her hair and the silence returns. From the first time we met, silence seems to be her comfort. Maybe getting involved was the best decision I’ve made in my life after all. Smiling to myself I take her hand again and we drive in the warmth of the stillness that envelopes us, before we reach our destination.

Her appetite had returned, too, unless Albert was sitting at the table with her, then she was pushing her food around on the plate with a fork and just wanted the meal to end. One evening, about three months after the attack, Alissa was recovered to the point where she sat at her desk happily humming along to the music on the radio. She edited photos on her laptop because she loved taking pictures for her life. After a few hours of concentrated work, she went to sleep. She fell asleep pretty quickly and dreamed of becoming a great photographer one day. But suddenly she woke up, something caressed her leg. She knocked it away angrily and wanted to get up and turn on the light to see what it w

One page at a time. One person at a time. One still, deep, patient day at a time. Until the water found its level. And the room became real. And the invisible all the invisible became seen. THE SILENT LUNA End of Volume One

The First City sat upon the peaks of the Ravine like a crown of glass, its towers glowing with a soft, bioluminescent hum. From the balcony of the Sovereign’s sanctum, the world below looked like a patchwork of healing scars. The deep violet bruises of the "Obsidian Pulse" were fading, replaced by the silver-green glow of a planet that had finally found its rhythm.

I looked up to see him still staring then I tried to take my eyes off him but he wouldn't let me, he turned my face to him and slowly put his lips on mine, I wanted to push him, I wanted to yell at him but I couldn't do anything then I finally give in, I relaxed and let him have his way, then the most strange thing happened his thoughts almost explode my brain, I could hear it loud and clear now. 'I love you Natalie right from the first day I met you, every day the feelings grow I just couldn't take my eyes off you, and I want to always be with you' damn, I thought as I heard his silent confession which I wish he had said out loud instead of saying it with his thoughts, the shutter of a phon