Dark Moon Rising
Description
When a quake cracks the Moon apart and swallows a habitat with eight people inside, their survival is in question. Sergeant Hugh Pacherd takes command of the group, his primary goal to protect the woman he loves. Hugh discovers he's on shaky footing, battling not only the elements, but the many powerful emotions at play within the band of survivors—envy, hatred, insanity, and the love between himself and Dr. Mary Eddington. Inside the Earth's satellite, they discover an alien base and a moldering spacecraft. Awakening the still-conscious but disembodied minds of ancient visitors could be their salvation—or the death of planet Earth. An alliance is formed that both groups may return home. But there is a murderer loose—one of the humans—and Hugh believes the aliens can't be trusted, either. Deadly secrets threaten to destroy all life on Earth. Hugh Pacherd is the only man who might stop humanity's destruction—but will he have to give up Mary to do it? Nothing is as it seems—not even the valiant soldier, determined to save the woman he loves and the band of humans from a DARK MOON RISING…
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About the Author
My name is Mike Gonzales; I was born in Long Beach California back in the 20th Century. After twenty years' service in the army and several, now, as a museum curator, I have embarked on yet a third profession — that of fictionist. My mind has always been a fertile place where at the sight of an oddly shaped cloud, or some other anomaly, I would ask myself, what if? At last I have exhumed my imagination from the mental sarcophagus in which it had been so long entombed, and set it free. It now roams through the mountains of the Moon, the blue forests of other worlds, and the WWII battlefields of North Africa only to arrive on the Isle of Apples at the foot of Arthur's tomb. If you have no fear of murderers, aliens, wyvern, and phantoms — if the embrace of a lover's arms is your desire — if solving a mystery is to your liking — If you see tear drops on the page as a mark of the depth of your empathy … then join me on the many adventures I have given rise to.
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone