Book 1 – Sands of the Solar Empire
GET THE BRANDY TO BAZZ . . .
That’s all Paymaster Stenstrom, the Lord of Belmont-South Tyrol, has to do and the old warbird Seeker is his. He has dreamed of captaining a Fleet ship his entire life.
Little does Paymaster Stenstrom realize that he is in the grip of an old Vendetta and the short trip to Bazz might very well be his last.
Faced with a dead ship and a lost crew, Paymaster Stenstrom finds help in the strangest places: the thief Marine and the milquetoast young man from the Admiral’s office, and, though he just became acquainted with these two strangers, he discovers they have been influencing each other’s lives for a very long time.
Something sinister hovers over Paymaster Stenstrom and his two new friends, something they are only now becoming aware of. The SANDS OF THE SOLAR EMPIRE stretch out before them in an endless gulf brimming with the unknown. Can a masked Paymaster, a thief, a coward and a once great warbird face what awaits them?
Book 2 – Against the Druries
That’s what they say on Bazz, that the “Deep Sea”, the open space between the two planets, is cursed and full of bad dreams—but nobody ever listens to people from Bazz, do they?
Paymaster Stenstrom, Private Taara and Lord A-Ram struggle to navigate the Seeker, an old warbird, through the shipping lanes to Bazz. If the Paymaster can’t get to Bazz with his cargo of brandy, he loses the ship and will probably end up in jail as well.
Jail? If only . . . The three adventurers are about to discover the old farfetched mariner stories are very real and that the Devil himself waits for the unwary in dark places where there is no help.
The Circle closes in on Stenstrom, Taara and A-Ram, and its judgment for them is far worse than any jail cell. The Seeker is about of become just another ship that set sail from safe shores and was never heard from again, unless . . .
The Belmont Saga concludes in this heartbreaking and action-packed tale of friendship and dedication, of vile evil and hopeless terror, and that sometimes help for those gone astray comes from the most unlikely of places.
Ren Garcia is a Science Fiction/Fantasy author and Texas native who grew up in western Ohio. He has been writing since before he could write, often scribbling alien lingo on any available wall or floor with assorted crayons. He attended The Ohio State University and majored in English Literature. Ren has been an avid lover of anything surreal since childhood, he also has a passion for caving, urban archeology and architecture. His highly imaginative “League of Elder” book series is published by Loconeal Publishing
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10: Ren was once engaged to a woman 25 years his elder.
9: Ren visited New York City and admired the World Trade Center towers just a month or so before the tragedy of 9/11.
8: The FBI once put a gun in Ren’s face.
7: Bad hearts run in Ren’s family. He’s already outlived most of his paternal grandfathers, all of whom died in their 30’s.
6: Ren’s poor eyesight went undiagnosed until he was in the 3rd grade. Up until that point, he was considered “mentally challenged”.
5: Ren broke his neck playing volleyball in college.
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1: In a vast extended family of exclusively brown-eyed people, Ren somehow managed to get blue eyes.
–The fourth man looked about and then carefully studied Stenstrom. He had a groping, invasive sort of stare. “¿Y qué tenemos nosotros aquí? You have a Fleet adjutant for a Master Helmsman, and a Marine private as first officer? A novel bit of selection there, a-heheh. And you sir, that is not a standard uniform you are wearing, is it? What is your rank, Lord Belmont, pray tell?”
“You’ll pardon us if we ask the questions for the time being,” Taara said, jumping in giving her SK a shake.
The smallest man turned to her. “Ah, ce qu’une petite fille délicieuse . . .”
“What?” Taara replied.
The man chuckled. “Your pardon, I have a love of irrelevant and obsolete languages of old. A hobby of mine, a-heheh. I merely said what a handsome young lady stands before us.” He waved his arms in an inviting manner. “Please, allow me to introduce myself. I am Chance Venable, and these are my brothers, Clem Venable, Innocent Venable, and Lemmuel Venable. We are simple traders scraping by as best we can.” From Against the Druries. Stenstrom and his crew confront a group of pirates in space.