“Do you hear me, Isla? Survive.”
Those are the last words seventeen-year-old Isla hears from her parents. She’s placed into a cylinder craft and catapulted through space, saying goodbye to them and her precious, dying Earth.
Crash-landing on a foreign planet, Isla stumbles into a striking Troman warrior, Rygen. He is shocked to discover a human deep in the jungles of his planet but with his home in political turmoil, he has no desire to assist the weak creature.
Knowing that she’ll never survive without them, Isla convinces Rygen and his comrades to escort her, but she has no time to catch her breath. The dangerous journey navigating the rugged, lush terrain of Troma with the strong and brooding Rygen is only the beginning of Isla’s battle.
Isla never dreamed her very existence would threaten to throw the foreign planet into a gruesome revolution. Hunted by radicals as she discovers her dormant powerful Gift, Isla fights not only for survival but also for the her heart’s true desire. But only time will tell if she can truly endure on a hostile planet where her kind just doesn’t fit.
"Where are we?” Curiosity coats my tone as I glance at Ebin.
He’s staring at the doors. “This is my family’s apartment.”
Surprise causes me to reel back a step. “And why are we here?”
His eyes narrow as he scans my face. “I am not sure.”
Placing my hands on the doors, I trace the ornate markings with my fingers. The doors capture me, pulling me toward them with the force of their very being. I move closer as I feel vibrations beneath my fingertips, a song that only the bronze metal knows.
I lean my cheek against the cool metallic covering, feeling the rhythms under my skin.
Inside my soul.
My lips part and I whisper a song I never even knew I had inside me.
The words flow seamlessly from my lips to the doors, as if I’d known the lyrics all my life. And when I’m done, the door disappears, giving me entrance into Ebin’s apartment.
I step back, astonishment filling me up until I’m in danger of bursting.
“What the heck did I just do?” My whisper drifts around in the fog of my unexpected accomplishment.
Ebin steps up beside me. When I look at him, the expression on his face is one of wonder. Of shock. Of awe.
“You just gained un-permitted entry into my home. With your voice.”