| Author: | Chip Williams | ISBN: | 9780990717072 |
| Publisher: | Inkwell Book Co. | Publication: | March 2, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Inkwell Book Co. | Language: | English |
| Author: | Chip Williams |
| ISBN: | 9780990717072 |
| Publisher: | Inkwell Book Co. |
| Publication: | March 2, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Inkwell Book Co. |
| Language: | English |
An Excerpt from The Corithian: Volumn 1 of the Corithian Series
“Thanks for everything, Hannon,” Sael said. “We’ll meet again.”
“I know.” Hannon nodded, and with a warm smile on his face he closed the cockpit door. With a single tap on a square on the console, the Dawn began to spin up its compressors and auto-check its systems in preparation for departure.
In the few seconds it took for confirmation of flight-worthy status, Sael and Hessa sat in silence. Sael had known precious few unqualified friendships in his life, and when they happened he was always somewhat confounded by them. He had trouble believing that anyone would want to be his friend simply because they liked him, and since he had spent most of his life surrounded by people who didn’t really like him very much, these rare opportunities were hard for him to accept on faith. Yet here he had found friendship and warmth from Hannon and the Triestels, and knowing what lay ahead of him, Sael hoped he could remain deserving of such kindness. Leaving Frecorilaria would be one of the hardest things he would ever do, but irrespective of Hannon’s motivational impetus, Sael admitted to himself that deep down, it felt right.
As the Dawn started to lift off of the ground, he took a deep breath and looked solemnly at Hessa.
“Let’s go stop a war.”
An Excerpt from The Corithian: Volumn 1 of the Corithian Series
“Thanks for everything, Hannon,” Sael said. “We’ll meet again.”
“I know.” Hannon nodded, and with a warm smile on his face he closed the cockpit door. With a single tap on a square on the console, the Dawn began to spin up its compressors and auto-check its systems in preparation for departure.
In the few seconds it took for confirmation of flight-worthy status, Sael and Hessa sat in silence. Sael had known precious few unqualified friendships in his life, and when they happened he was always somewhat confounded by them. He had trouble believing that anyone would want to be his friend simply because they liked him, and since he had spent most of his life surrounded by people who didn’t really like him very much, these rare opportunities were hard for him to accept on faith. Yet here he had found friendship and warmth from Hannon and the Triestels, and knowing what lay ahead of him, Sael hoped he could remain deserving of such kindness. Leaving Frecorilaria would be one of the hardest things he would ever do, but irrespective of Hannon’s motivational impetus, Sael admitted to himself that deep down, it felt right.
As the Dawn started to lift off of the ground, he took a deep breath and looked solemnly at Hessa.
“Let’s go stop a war.”
