Stolen Space - Grondin, Edward R
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Humanity's first deep space mission was never meant to be simple. Aboard Terra-1, Captain Malcom O'Donnell and his crew are thrust into the unknown-guided by fractured trust, stoic resolve, and a ship powered by secrets. Alien technology pulses beneath every deck, and the AI they rely on is evolving in ways no one fully understands. As the crew navigates the silent tension of deep space, old rivalries and new alliances simmer below the surface. Every protocol is a lifeline, every silence a warning. Shadows of alien legacy and mysterious lifeforms haunt their journey, forcing each officer to…mehr

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Humanity's first deep space mission was never meant to be simple. Aboard Terra-1, Captain Malcom O'Donnell and his crew are thrust into the unknown-guided by fractured trust, stoic resolve, and a ship powered by secrets. Alien technology pulses beneath every deck, and the AI they rely on is evolving in ways no one fully understands. As the crew navigates the silent tension of deep space, old rivalries and new alliances simmer below the surface. Every protocol is a lifeline, every silence a warning. Shadows of alien legacy and mysterious lifeforms haunt their journey, forcing each officer to confront what survival truly demands. Stolen Space is a story of loyalty tested, boundaries blurred, and the cost of discovery. In the void, the greatest threat may not be what waits outside-but what awakens within. Step aboard. The unknown is calling.
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Born in Cranston, Rhode Island, I quickly traded New England winters for San Diego sunshine after my parents divorced-moving in with my father and beginning a life shaped resilience, and a healthy dose of reinvention.I discovered writing in my first year of high school and promptly fell headfirst into storytelling. I wrote obsessively, stacking tales on metaphorical shelves, convinced they'd never see the light of day. Writing was my Zen-my peaceful rebellion, my therapy, my compass. It stayed with me through every chapter of life, even when I wasn't ready to share it.Then came a health scare that made mortality feel less like a concept and more like a deadline. I realized I had a vault of untold stories-and a daughter who might one day hold a book in her hands and say, "My dad wrote this." That thought lit the fire.So I dusted off the old drafts, revisited forgotten worlds, and marveled at how my voice had evolved. It was exhilarating. Some stories had dramatic backstories of their own-like Monsters, which I finished in the field during my Army days on a flimsy word processor in 1997. I thought I'd lost the file forever. Cue the panic. Start the triumphant recovery. Cue the lesson: never underestimate the emotional attachment to a .doc file.I've been married twice. My first marriage gave me my daughter, Katelynn, the other great love of my life. My second marriage gave me Tiffany, the love of my life. She stood by me when others didn't, including during the year I nearly died-just one year after we said, "I do." Her loyalty and strength are woven into everything I write.As for Katelynn, if the saying is true that first-born daughters are carbon copies of their fathers, then I've been cloned. She's fierce, brilliant, and battle tested. Life threw her some major curveballs, and she kept swinging. I've tried to set the bar high, but I know she'll leap past it-and I'll be cheering the loudest.If you're someone who loves to write, here's my advice: just do it. Forget the critics. Ignore the haters. Write your story. Put the words on paper. Give that gift to the world. Because one day, someone you love might hold it in their hands and say, "You wrote this." And that's everything.