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This novel would not be where it is today without the love and support of my family, especially my brother, “Old Ben Kenobi”, who has a habit of putting up with my never-ending nagging about this novel. In addition, I have received support from so many readers of my first novel on Facebook and at various book signings including the Star Wars Underworld and the Star Wars Talk Show along with Mark Cristobal, who is literally on the other side of the planet.

They have proven the old adage that anyone, anywhere, at any time can truly make a difference. All they have to do is put in the effort and never let their dream die.


You can see more about the novels, and the author, including images, art, teasers, announcements, and more at www.facebook.com/DaveGremillion. Enjoy!


Prologue



Drip.

Drip.

A single sound was all he could hear.

It was the sound of water splashing to the floor some feet away. The darkness that engulfed him made it impossible to see where the water was, but he could feel where it was.

Drip.

A lone spotlight shot to life, momentarily blinding him. Ethan tried to raise both his hands to shield his adjusting eyes to the light, but found he was restrained. His arms were pinned tight against his sides. As he looked down, he saw no shackles on his wrists. No magnetic grapplers were holding him down, yet he could only move his head. He struggled as a sense of claustrophobia set in.

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