This is the final book in Mary's trilogy: The Fireborn Chronicles Book 3: Revelations.
From first reviewing Mary to now editing the last book in this trilogy, it's been my pleasure. I hope you've had a chance to travel Mary's world.
Prophesy said they would save the Oracle Planet but it never said how and now it’s up to the Nemesis Team and their uneasy allies to figure that out.
PSIONIC SCI FI
The inevitable fusion of Man, Machine, and the Paranormal
After Earth's destruction, humans have scattered and spread across the universe. The peace is kept by a universal government. Four rogue talents unite to become an invincible Government Dark Ops team—the Nemesis Team.
But an unknown planet has turned up; a planet ruled by Oracles whose agents may be usurping The Government and suddenly, nothing is what it seems.
Follow the Nemesis Team and their uneasy allies as they race to unravel a reality not of their making before the strange world is annihilated by an asteroid.
The eternal procession of worshipers ate away at him. Jumbled through millions of their eyes, he saw himself and his team poised above them. Fighting against an overwhelming flood of adoration, fear, hope, and awe, Ira found himself disoriented. It churned, smothering him with an unbearable intensity. The teeming crowd began to wear at his control. “I can’t take this,” he finally told Tristen and turned to leave.
She managed to slip her arm through his and held him back. “You heard what they told us. We have to do this. It is important to these people.”
Ira steeled himself against the onslaught in one last effort as he turned back to face the crowd. “Too many eyes,” he muttered, and Tristen closed hers to allow him reprieve. The visual disorientation dissipated, leaving only what he could see with his own eyes, but his body and mind still reeled from the empathic assault. He disengaged from her arm to encircle her slight form within his, drawing her closer. Closing his eyes, he struggled to sharpen his focus, reaching out to encompass all the writhing consciousnesses around him—to telepathically hold them as one.
He spoke softly, barely audible, “Breathe in,” he said, and his words echoed across all the minds in the hall and beyond, all the way out into the cold lines of the waiting faithful. As one, they all inhaled deeply.
“Breathe out.” They exhaled.
“And in.” They all fell into sync.
Ira opened his eyes. “Be at ease,” he whispered, and again, the words reverberated across their minds.
“It is done. You will leave now contented...and blessed.” Almost in unison, the crowd reversed and began to file away in silence.
Not until the hall had emptied did Tristen open her eyes and realize the Deridian brothers both stood focused on Ira.
Totally spent, Ira still stared, unseeing, out over the great empty hall.
“That was perfect,” Alice’s voice rang out, shattering the silence. “The perfect blessing from the Dark Angel, Irael. The networks are going to eat this up.”
Tristen studied her husband through the others. “We should leave now.You look as bad as you feel.” She felt his weight sag against her before pressing on toward the entrance.
“This will be enough for today, Miss Roberts.”
Nevon made it a point to get as close as possible to Ira in an attempt to help.Ira barely noticed the influx of raw energy Nevon channeled from the world they’d come to save. Instead, his body grew numb, and his temples throbbed from the overload. “What were we thinking?” he muttered to Tristen and keeled over.