I'd give anything for a laid-back evening joking around with my platoon, instead of being stuck here in this imitation scene from a historical novel.įor all their trendy Victorian tricks, there's no hiding where we are. The string quartet is only a hologram-perfect and infallible, and exactly the same at every performance. Hover trays weave among the guests, like invisible waiters are carrying drinks. The candles in the sconces do flicker, but they're powered by a steady source.
People would be listening to each other, instead of checking to see who's watching them.Įven the air here smells filtered and fake. Candles and soft lamps would light the room, and the wooden tables would be made of actual trees. If this were a party at home, the music would draw your eye to human musicians in the corner. One enemy.N OTHING ABOUT THIS ROOM IS REAL. But they won’t be the same people who landed on it. Lilac and Tarver may find a way off this planet. Without the hope of a future together in their own world, they begin to wonder-would they be better off staying here forever?Įverything changes when they uncover the truth behind the chilling whispers that haunt their every step. Then, against all odds, Lilac and Tarver find a strange blessing in the tragedy that has thrown them into each other’s arms. But with only each other to rely on, Lilac and Tarver must work together, making a tortuous journey across the eerie, deserted terrain to seek help. Tarver comes from nothing, a young war hero who learned long ago that girls like Lilac are more trouble than they’re worth. Lilac is the daughter of the richest man in the universe. Lilac LaRoux and Tarver Merendsen survive. Then, catastrophe strikes: the massive luxury spaceliner is yanked out of hyperspace and plummets into the nearest planet.
It's a night like any other on board the Icarus.
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