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Odyssey Bourne Force

Author: Deb Renner never really thought about writing, until lightning struck one humid evening in November 2005. She has scores of unfinished manuscripts of novels, short stories, poems and lyrics stashed away in cyberspace, ready to one day face a brave new world. Until turning forty, Kate Willard’s life was predictable, organised and lonely. Then, unexplainable visions and dreams threaten her sanity. Believing she is going crazy, she desperately searches for answers. Upon the discovery of a bloodstone, crude mental powers unlock inside her and lucid dreams guide her to Divisions — an extreme covert organization running a secret project; the Odyssey Bourne Force — so secretive, they deny their existence. Divisions possess an ancient stone portal, allowing for extraterrestrial exploration. Kate reluctantly joins Divisions and falls in love with OBF team member Doctor Peter Reynolds, a brilliant archaeologist who excavated the stone portal in Egypt. Amongst his collection of artefacts is a second, identical bloodstone, which increases her powers. Together, they learn she is a reincarnation of an unknown ancient queen who somehow saved humanity from extermination six thousand years ago. Though this amazing feat resulted in a tragic price. It seems the imperfect reincarnation process has left Kate with harrowing and disjointed memories hiding the vital truth. Everything seems reliant on Kate - but who can Kate rely on?

Debbie Renner · sci-fi
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Chapter 282: The Graffa Invasion Part 3

If he had not been informed by his Master of this, so called, special Chosen One he would have been well within his rights to beat her and send her to the mines in an instant. However, he was second in command of an enormous fleet, an intelligent and articulate man and it was not in his nature to disobey direct orders.

And Lord Xarva was still curious.

Before he could open his mouth she said, “I want to know more about the Trimadians as a whole. I need to know so—so I will know what lines not to cross and who better to hear it from but the warrior’s own direct commander.”

He could have easily ignored her and told her that she must simply obey, but he thought for a moment. She could be telling the truth, or she could have something else in mind against the Trimadians. But what could she do in her position?

He couldn’t help himself—his inherent ego and pride made him give into it.