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Redeeming The Plumb
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ISBN-10: 1-77115-400-4
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Genre: Science Fiction/Fiction/Adventure
eBook Length: 249 Pages
Published: March 2018

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Business is booming on Mars. From mining to education, Mars is the perfect partner to Earthís surging space industries. And Pamela Taber has it all. The 14-year old daughter of one of Marsí most powerful men, Pam enjoys a pampered life of luxurious travel; unquestioned entitlement; limitless wealth. But when Pam experiences her fatherís brutal abuse and vicious control, destroying her body and mind, she leaves everything behind to escape him.

With a vibrant and varied Martian society as the backdrop, Pam disappears to its bottom rung. Starting as an iron foundry slag rat, Pam begins to grow into her own person. She moves from place to place, finding hope in new work, new locations, new friends, and a new life. But Pam must still deal with her past, evading her fatherís relentless efforts to find and kill her. Worse, she faces the growing fear that she is too much like her father.

REDEEMING THE PLUMB is set chronologically at the beginning of the Shards Universe Ė a series of ten novels, novellas, and dozens of short stories spanning two thousand years. Many of the novels stand as their own story. All the novels have hidden threads that tell a broader story that spans the entire collection; threads that are revealed if the reader chooses to read an other story from the Universe.

"Pete Prellwitz creates immersive, believable worlds with characters who come alive in your imagination." --Gail Z. Martin, Scourge

Redeeming The Plumb (Excerpt)


Prologue

Martian Date: Tusep 17, 0091 MD

Terran Date: July 3, 2221 AD

So cold.

It was nearing the end of a long, dark night, though the brittle black sky had yet to show any sign of dawn. Louise had been walking since twilight. Her legs throbbed with dull pain, and there was an increasingly sharp stabbing in her chest, but she'd managed to travel fifty kilometers through the red darkness of Mars' icy night. Her surface suit, among the best money could buy, was failing. It had served her faithfully, giving her the ability to travel further and further. But it was a local travel suit, and not made for extreme conditions for more than a few hours.

Louise lifted her head and took a sighting with the sounder. The echo bounced back and accessed data from the onsuit putercore. An accurate, well-lit image of the surrounding twenty kilometers appeared. In the lower right corner of the face plate flashed a blue warning light, indicating the atmospheric temperature was minus one hundred and twenty; forty degrees below the suit's safe limit. It was mid-spring, but the absence of dust storms to hold the heat made it as bitter as any Martian winter night.

Louise stumbled and fell to her knees, then slumped to her hands. The cold had so numbed her body and mind that her eyes stared at the ground for several seconds before she realized she'd fallen.

No! she screamed to herself. I can't fall here! I can make it further. Another ten kilometers, she thought, and then another ten after that. Oh, Daddy!

She wept, her song of soul-deep sorrow slowly carrying through the thin, Martian atmosphere, blanketing the ground with its weight of grief. To die here, so close to home, wasn't right. She would prove to Daddy she was stronger than that. Mustering her failing strength, Louise staggered to her feet, her sluggish, freezing muscles feeling again the warmth of her blood and the flame in her heart. She would do ten kilometers, she repeated to herself, and then ten after that. Maybe five. Slowly, she placed one foot in front of the other. Careful not to lose her balance, Louise continued on.

A long while later, she shook her head slowly, feeling the eternal sleepiness of the cold. She blinked several times and with great effort focused her eyes.

Stars. Bright, sparkling stars filled her entire vision, with no hint of horizon. She'd fallen again, and now lay on her back. The suit readouts and her own, unresponsive body told her she had come this far and would go no further. A tear trickled down her face. The pain was gone.

I'm sorry, Daddy, she thought one last time. It's cold!

So cold.