Brink of Distinction Series
by: Jon Messenger
Burden of Sisyphus
Between the alien Alliance and the Terran Empire, a neutral zone stretches between the galaxies, a demilitarized zone that was established 150 years previous, following the Great War. The peace accord granted a semblance of peace to the universe. The peace, however, is a facade, and it is the responsibility of Michael Vance and his covert operations team to maintain that illusion.
Recently, the Alliance lost contact with one of their outposts near the neutral zone. Surveillance scans show an abandoned city and no signs of life. The Alliance does what it always does: send in the best. But an unexpected betrayal leaves Vance and his team stranded. Worse, the city that was supposed to be dead is quite alive. And the monsters that now roam its streets are slaughtering his team, one at a time.
Fall of Icarus
The Terran Empire has broken the Taisa Accord and invaded Alliance space in this exciting second novel in the Brink of Distinction series. Survivors of the Empire's first assault, Yen Xiao and Adam Decker swore vengeance against the Terrans. Joining forces with the enigmatic Keryn Riddell, the three warriors must find a way to destroy the Terran fleet. But the Terrans have a secret weapon: a biological agent sold to them by an renegade smuggler. Now it's a race against the clock to capture the smuggler before the Terrans decimate the Alliance homeworlds.
When everything they do proves to be not enough to stop the Empire's violent invasion, the Alliance takes the fight directly to the Empire by invading Earth! But Earth may not be the biggest threat to the safety of the Alliance. The biggest danger may be one of their own.
Purge of Prometheus
The final confrontation between the Alien Alliance and the Terran Empire begins in this exciting conclusion to the Brink of Distinction trilogy.
One-by-one, the brilliant suns of Alliance space are disappearing, left cold and lifeless after exposure to the Terran biological epidemic. Trapped on one of the sunless worlds, Keryn Riddell, the ruthless Wyndgaart warrior, fights against both a frozen landscape and her Terran captors.
As Keryn fights for her life, the psychic Yen Xiao leads the Alliance fleet in pursuit of the Terran Destroyers threatening the Alliance homeworlds. Yearning for leadership of the fleet, Yen begins to wonder just how far he’ll go for the power he craves.
Excerpt from Burden of Sisyphus
Hicks’ body screamed in protest as he tried to stand. His muscles ached and his lungs burned in the
planet’s thin, dust-filled air. Under
his dark armor sweat soaked through his uniform. Raising his head, he saw the looming
plateau. Nuzzled within the wedge of the
plateau’s façade there was the Terran’s dark, stone, defensive wall. Relief flooded through him. Being able to see the bristling antiaircraft
weapon platforms mounted atop the wall meant his destination was finally within
to his feet, despite resistant muscles, he ran the rest of the way to the
wall. He didn’t dare hope to make it
that far without being spotted by his enemies but the reprieve gave him time to
close the final twenty meters to the outpost.
Legs cramping, he limped the rest of the way to the wall. Ignoring the large, arched vehicle entrance,
whose heavy doors led straight to the courtyard between the wall and the
building set into the plateau, he staggered to the reinforced personnel
entrance to one side. Shuffling past a
set of thick windows he watched Terran soldiers within the wall move toward the
in the red sand he stopped in front of the door and pounded it with his open
hand. “Open the door!” he yelled, his
nothing happened he banged again, glancing over his shoulder in fear and
the damn door!” he screamed, as much as his raw throat allowed, hitting the
blast of cool air struck him as he was pulled into the comforting
darkness. The room was cast in deep
shadows and he was momentarily blinded in the dim lighting. He shivered as someone helped him to the far
side of the narrow room, the cool air a stark contrast to the scorching heat
outside. Sliding down against the wall,
he exhaled a loud, raspy breath.
the closest soldier said.
head swam with exhaustion.
peered through the gloom, barely able to make out the man’s rank and name. “Alliance mercenaries. They hit us while we were on patrol.”
third soldier pushed past the others and bent over Hicks, who saw the officer
epaulettes on his shoulder. “Where’s the
rest of your team, Private?”
shook his head. “They’re all dead, Sir.”
of them?” the lieutenant asked in disbelief.
“How did one group of Alliance mercenaries take out an entire patrol?”
soft sound echoed through the room before Hicks could reply. The thumping reverberated softly as he
clambered to his feet. Slowly, the
others heard it and the room fell to hushed silence. It was a series of soft thumps as if
something struck the compound’s outer wall repeatedly.
the hell is that noise?” Lieutenant Hill asked, looking toward the thick, outer
sound continued unabated.
I’ve got a visual,” a private said, watching from the window.
lieutenant rushed to the window, pulling free the binoculars on his hip. In the distance, a single massive form stood
at the crest of the hill. Thick, dark
fur covered its body which ended in an elongated snout. Sharp horns jutted from its temples, curving
his binoculars, the lieutenant turned toward the rest of the soldiers. “It looks like the Alliance found our
outpost! Let’s move, people!” As he walked back to the middle of the room
the soldiers exploded into action.
your feet, soldiers!” Lieutenant Hill yelled over the din of muttered
conversation. “Grab some ammo and find a
wall to stand behind.” Turning back
toward the sturdy window he glared across the red field. “If they want to bring their fight here, they
won’t even know what hit them.”
true,” Hicks rasped, as a barbed tail erupted from under the back of his
shirt. Lashing out, the tail struck the
base of Lieutenant Hill’s neck and erupted from his throat, nearly decapitating
extended his left hand, the fingers elongated into razor-sharp points, which he
drove into a nearby soldier’s abdomen.
The soldier stared in disbelief, as the skin on Hicks’ face melted like
wax, first running down toward his chin before being absorbed into his
oily-black skin. The face disappeared,
leaving behind a featureless black oval.
Slowly, the rest of his skin melted away until all that remained was
creature that impersonated Hicks swished its spiked tail back and forth and
turned toward the three remaining soldiers in the room. Eyes wide with fright, one swung his rifle
toward the creature and squeezed the trigger.
window exploded inward as the first round tore through the thick glass and
struck the soldier’s temple. His scalp
peeled away on the far side of his head as the high-velocity round passed
through and struck the far wall, spraying the back of the room with blood.
Jon Messenger (Born 1979 in London, England) serves as an United States Army Major in the Medical Service Corps. Since graduating from the University of Southern California in 2002, writing Science Fiction has remained his passion, a passion that has continued through two deployments to Iraq, a humanitarian relief mission to Haiti, and an upcoming deployment to Afghanistan. Jon wrote the "Brink of Distinction" trilogy, of which "Burden of Sisyphus" is the first book, while serving a 16-month deployment in Baghdad, Iraq.
Jon's books include Wind Warrior which was published through Clean Teen Publishing and quickly hit the best selling lists of Amazon. Jon Messenger has won a readers choice award as well as the Clean Teen Publishing writing contest for his Novella of Wind Warrior, which is also featured in Wonderstruck. Messenger's sci-fi series, Brink of Distinction, was picked up by Clean Teen Publishing's adult imprint: Crimson Tree Publishing in the Fall of 2013.
