Full Moon Rising

By Daryn Cross

Wallace, pampered by his mother, has stayed clear of civil unrest in his safe haven of academic learning. But when his father is suddenly killed by the Genetic Right, a group of dissidents set on experimenting with human genes, Win tells her son, he’s been called to action. A Cash member will always be on the front lines, not living in luxury. Raoul, Win’s self-proclaimed “sergeant-at-arms” tells Wallace he can learn from his daughter Elle, a hardcore soldier on the front lines. Wallace is unaware their meeting is destined, for the mystic, Kenada, has seen the sacred sign of the coyote moon. Together, Wallace and Elle are the only hope for the country’s peace. Can they accomplish it without declaring war on each other?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Daryn Cross
• Release date: Apr 30, 2011
• ISBN: 9781452475998

Daryn Cross

A native Virginian, Bobbye Terry now resides in the cotton fields of West Texas with a Chocolate Lab that has a sock fetish. Bobbye is a multi-published author of romantic comedy, fantasy and suspense. Now, writing solo, except for a possible collaboration on special projects, she continues to write with extensive humor, even in suspense, where southern charm meets macabre reality.

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Full Moon Rising

By Daryn Cross

Published by Daryn Cross at Smashwords

Copyright 2010 Bobbye Terry

Published by Daryn Cross at Smashwords

Copyright © 2011 by Bobbye Terry

Cover Design by Dawné Dominique

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter One

Projecting the image of his current study text onto the dash of the water/solar hybrid, Wallace Cash studied the molecular structure of antimatter and, multi-tasking, hit Mach 12, a nice smooth cruising speed. Lost in concentrating on the calculations, he glanced up just in time to avoid a streaking solar transport and dropped altitude, almost colliding with the heavy vapor trail of an obviously defective ancient water jet. Honestly, why didn’t the POPs take them off the road?

Wallace nosed the bubble downward to the landing pad on the solar-paneled roof of his boyhood home, and grabbing his minoplex interphase, he hopped out to take the shoot down to the main living quarters.

There was nothing like home, sweet home. What he didn’t understand was the urgent need for his presence at this very minute, in the middle of his teaching year. It didn’t matter really. The fact he was nearly thirty was of no consequence. When Mother called, you came, if you knew what was good for you.

Entering the clear encasement of the shoot pod, Wallace sighed. One of these days he was going to invent a better way to enter a home. Every time he had to zip downward, he left his stomach at least fifty feet behind him. The pod accelerated and shot south, and he grabbed, as he always did, for the back of the chamber, only too aware that at any second he’d be spit out on the carpet in the foyer. As expected, he rolled out onto his mother’s ancient Oriental floor covering in a ball right next to Raoul Martinez.

Aren’t you ever going to learn how to land on your feet, son?

Wallace scrambled to a standing position and stared into the chocolate brown eyes of his father’s best friend and ally. The man was here as a constant sentinel these days, ever since his gramps died in the War of Emancipation. Sorry, I guess I’m not very coordinated. Good thing I don’t have to be that agile in my profession.

Wallace studied the man, noticing the grim set of his mouth, only a thin line, and thought it odd. He couldn’t remember ever seeing this man upset. Raoul was normally jovial and pleasant, even after coming home from the front lines. Okay, with the exception of when Gramps died. However, to his knowledge no one of great import had died lately. Is mother okay?

Raoul nodded. Physically, yes. She told me to bring you to her as soon as you arrived.

Wallace’s gut lurched. Whatever had happened must be grave. Wallace didn’t do grave well. That’s why he stayed in the protected environment of a bubble-enclosed education campus, EC, as they were commonly known. It suited him perfectly, though, at times, Raoul sneered regarding his choice. The man believed in the old twentieth century view of the brawny outdoorsman. Just to think, as luck would have it, Raoul had a daughter, an only child. Wallace had never met her, but undoubtedly, she was not brawny.

They wound their way down a protected hallway to the private quarters of the Premier and Second Officer of the new Emancipated States of America. They were his parents, though he was hard pressed to say which one really ran the country. Once inside, he saw his mother, red-eyed, but still regal, sitting in her favorite chair. She rose and smiled, her warmth filling the room.

Wallace, darling. Finally. Striding quickly to his side, she threw her arms around him and hugged him close to her body. I have needed the strength of your presence for hours. Thank the good Lord you’re here.

Laying it on a bit thick, aren’t you, Mother? What’s with the melodrama?

She stepped back and surveyed him. I have never heard you speak to me that way. That EC has made you cavalier. Shake off the bad manners. I need you and your stamina right now. Things are worse than they have been since just after we defeated the Primera.

I apologize. I had no idea. Though I don’t remember what the wars were like, I do recall the pain you went through, including the loss of your good friends, Doctors Victor and Green.

She nodded. Catastrophic. Thankfully, Nicky is still here, the darling that he is. Wallace, this is worse than then.

He cocked his head sideways. How so?

She grabbed his hands. Your father. Her hands trembled in his. Caleb died in Arizona three days ago in battle against the Genetic Right.

His legs buckled. Wallace locked them to keep from collapsing and the room turned in circles. Trembling and tears filling his eyes, he stared blindly at his mother, feeling as if his life had crumbled. Dad is gone?

She nodded, biting her lower lip. Tears streamed