Run to Ius
by Harvey Covey
Jak Wilder is on the run. In a world wracked by a global pandemic, sanctions enforced by the mega-corporation Earth Prime Coalition and the resultant looming revolution, Ius Chasma is the only free zone left on Mars.
With his wife declared dead of the virus sweeping across every dome on the planet, Jak finds himself out of a job, a home and under tremendous debt from his Val's medical bills. Together with his two children, Kimi and Roc, he takes to his vehicle and turns to life on the streets of Tharsis working as a courier for the Double-X gang.
But Coalition forces catch up and force him to turn evidence against his latest employer, the gangster, Backus Xaviour. Worse yet, Roc, develops symptoms of the disease, yet resists its effects and recovers making him a target for those seeking to exploit him for profit for the possible cure in his veins.
Now under pressure, from the Coalition forces and facing retaliation from an angry Backus, Jak, Kimi and Roc leave for the only place they may find safety and make the Run to Ius.
Haunting Season
by Harvey L. Covey, Jr.
Autumn is here! Time for harvest, hunting, and gathering around the hearth with warm drinks to tell spooky tales. Here is a delicious collection of poems to thrill, chill or otherwise fill the time with.
Sparrow's Flight
River Brooke Saga 1
by Harvey L. Covey, Jr.
Princess Katianna Blake (Sparrow) must flee from her home and the man who intends to force her into marriage so as to take her crown. She travels the many realms, gathering troops and support to aide her father against prince Hadrian's siege. But when her knight-protector is ripped from her, she finds help from a most unlikely ally and her "flight" takes on a whole new meaning.
Spectrum Vol 1
Edited by Jennifer Roush
Once Upon a Blood Moon
by Harvey L. Covey, Jr.
Once upon a full Blood Moon,
When all was clear and bright,
A werewolf in the forest dark
Went prowling through the night.
Excerpt:
The girl, whose aroma had smelled so sweet under the glow of the blood moon, now gives off a different scent.
This is not fear. This is not excitement. This is something else.
Something more like challenge! Fueled by anger and the instinctual craving for blood, I leap.
I hear the whistle before I see the shiny object swinging at me.
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