{"product_id":"beyond-the-current","title":"Below the Current","description":"\u003ch3 class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 3.0pt 0in 3.0pt 0in;\"\u003eA journalist who doesn't believe in destiny — until it believes in her.\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003ch4\u003eFated Stars Book 1\u003c\/h4\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eOn the planet Trevort, where twin suns rise over deep oceans and everyone carries a little metal where bone used to be, journalist Coreni Mekkans is very good at finding things people don't want found.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShe's less prepared for what finds her.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eA word she doesn't know. A Fraluma warrior who won't explain why he saved her life. A hidden city beneath the waves, and a prophecy that says she's the reason it exists. And somewhere underneath it all, the truth about who she really is — and what her body has been carrying since before she was born.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cblockquote\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 3.0pt 0in 3.0pt 0in;\" class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eBelow the Current \u003c\/em\u003eis a story about a woman who wanted a story and got a destiny instead. About heritage hidden in blood. About trust built in the dark. And about the moment you stop running from what you are and decide to be it anyway.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/blockquote\u003e\n\u003ch2\u003eseries order\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eFated Stars\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003col\u003e\n\u003cli\u003eBelow the Current\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003eBeneath the Storm\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003eBeyond the Black\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ol\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch2\u003eexcerpt\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe loading dock smelled like salt water and bad decisions.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eCoreni Mekkans had made the latter a professional habit over the years, so she crouched behind a cargo container and told herself this was fine. This was normal. This was exactly the kind of thing she did for a living.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe water sloshed against the plasteele platform in irregular surges, and every few waves found the gap between her boots and her trousers. Her feet had stopped feeling like feet twenty minutes ago. Now they felt like two cold facts she was choosing to ignore.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAmir had better be right about this.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShe shifted carefully, keeping her head below the lip of the container. Her vid-recorder sat propped against the base of it, aimed at the alley mouth where the Chancellor and Senator Willa would appear — if her informant hadn't lied to her, which he had done before, twice, and survived both times only because he occasionally came through spectacularly on the third attempt. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eTonight was supposed to be the third attempt.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShe pressed two fingers on the fake cybernetic implant above her left eye, an old habit. The metal was cold and smooth and slightly too perfect — no seam irregularities, no micro-scarring at the edges the way real implants always had. Anyone who looked closely would know. Nobody ever looked closely. People saw the implant and stopped looking, which was the entire point.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eOn a world where everyone had cybernetic parts, not having them stuck out too much. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eNot a great thing, especially when she was trying to be incognito. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eCoreni had never been able to wear real ones. Her body rejected the alloys in ways that no physician had ever satisfactorily explained, and she had long since stopped asking. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHer father had theories. She had a collection of cosmetic-grade fakes and a practiced expression that said \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003enothing unusual here\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003e and between the two of them she'd gotten this far without anyone asking the wrong questions.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eTwenty-six years old and fully functional. Some days that felt like an achievement. Other days, it just felt like luck. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eToday might be luck. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe alley door between the two buildings opened.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShe stilled completely — breath, movement, the cold — and pressed her thumb to the recorder's remote on her belt. The resolution increased with a soft haptic pulse she felt rather than heard.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eChancellor Migana stepped onto the dock first. Even at distance, even in bad light, the man radiated a specific quality of authority that Coreni had spent three years learning to be suspicious of. Senator Willa came after, shoulders high, head turning side to side like a man who expected the walls to start closing in.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eGood instincts, Senator.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThis wasn’t just a meeting of friends. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"I don't know about this, Migana.\" Willa's voice carried across the water, thin and uncertain.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"It will work.\" The Chancellor's voice did not carry so much as arrive, patient and absolute. \"All of the previous attempts have been studied. This time, we know what went wrong.\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eCoreni tracked them through the recorder's display on her belt screen. They moved toward their individual transports. She needed thirty more seconds. Twenty. Just keep talking, you pompous jerks.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThen she saw the Fraluma appear.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThey had been there the whole time. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eOf course they were. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThat was the thing about the Fraluma that official reports never quite captured — they didn't emerge from shadows, they simply were the shadows, until the moment they chose not to be. Two of them flanked the Chancellor, their silhouettes enormous and absolutely still, cloaks hanging in the wet wind without seeming to move at all.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eCoreni's recorder kept running. Her lungs did not.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eDo not move. Do not breathe. You are a crate. You are part of the dock. You have always been here.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"When we find the women,\" the Chancellor said, glancing at one of the Fraluma with a small nod, \"we will find the key. That I promise you, Senator.\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eWomen\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003e. She logged it the way she logged everything — fast, flat, filed for later when she could afford to think. What women? Which women? Why?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThen the wave hit.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eIt came from nowhere, or from the sea, which was the same thing. A full cold slap of water across her back that soaked her to the skin in one instant and drove the air from her chest in the next. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe sound she made was small and involuntary and completely unavoidable.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eEven as she dropped flat against the plasteele and pressed her cheek to the cold dock surface, that it had been heard.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe dock went quiet.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe kind of quiet that isn't silence. The kind that means something very large is paying attention.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003ePanic started to overtake her. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eFocus. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShe stared at the base of the cargo container and thought about her father, which was what she always did when things went genuinely wrong. Not in a dramatic way. Just — his face. The particular expression he made when she called him late. The way he always answered anyway.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHi Dad. I'm about to be killed by a Fraluma. I wanted you to know I was thinking of you.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHe was all she had in the galaxy, and she was all he had. Now he was going to be alone. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShe felt like an idiot. She was going to blame the water and Amir. Oh, she was going to haunt him for the rest of eternity. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eFootsteps. Not heavy — the Fraluma didn't move heavily, which was somehow worse. Light and fast and absolutely certain of where they were going.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe container above her shuddered as something landed on it. Correction, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003esomeone\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003e. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHere it comes. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShe made herself look up.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHe was crouched on the edge of the container, looking down at her. His cloak pooled around him. His face was in shadow except for his eyes, which were not — blue-green and very clear and completely focused on her, the way things that were built to find and eliminate targets focused on targets.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShe had one thought left, which was not particularly useful: He's young.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHe didn't move.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShe didn't move.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe wind moved between them, and the water moved beneath them, and the rest of the dock held its breath.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eSomething happened in his face. She couldn't name it. It passed through his expression the way weather passed — present for a moment, then gone, leaving the landscape altered in some small way she couldn't immediately account for. He raised his head and looked toward the other Fraluma.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShe heard the Chancellor's voice, distant now: \"What is it?\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe Fraluma above her dropped from the container in a single fluid motion, landing on the platform beside her without a sound — not the sound of boots on plasteele, not the sound of a cloak settling, nothing — and crouched there for one moment at her eye level, close enough that she could see the texture of the fabric at his shoulder.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThen he stood and walked back toward the Chancellor, each step as quiet as the last.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eWords she couldn’t quite make out over the water’s noise. The waves quieted just enough so she could make out a tiny bit. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAn urchin, she pieced together from the response. Just an urchin.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe words started to process.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eWait. Did he just hide her? \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShe lay on the platform and listened to the transports leave. She didn’t move, didn’t breath, her body freezing, and her fingers turning blue. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eIf she lost a finger…\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShe counted her own heartbeats until she ran out of patience for counting.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eIt seemed like a long time, but it probably really wasn’t that long, she finally convinced herself it was save to up and get out of there. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShe got what she needed. She hoped, anyway. There was a story here, and she was determined to find it. Frozen fingers be damned. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShe pushed herself up from the plasteele, palms flat against the cold deck, finally taking a breath. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHands came from behind.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eOne clamped over her mouth. One locked her left arm against her body. She felt the press of metal implants against her cheek — low-grade, rough-edged, the kind that came from places that didn't ask questions — and the breath of someone who had been waiting.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eWaiting. Drinking. And looking for a target.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eDamn. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eDamn. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eDamn!\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"What're you doin' out here all alone?\" he said softly, and the softness was worse than shouting.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHer blaster was on her right hip, locked. She needed her left hand free. She didn't have her left hand free. She tried spinning, tried pulling, felt his grip adjust and tighten. He knew how to hold someone. He'd done this before.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eStop thinking about that. Think about what you have.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShe had her right arm, mostly. She swung it back hard and low.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHe folded.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eNot enough. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHis grip broke just slightly and she wrenched away and almost made it two steps before he caught her again — grabbed her arm, swung her around like she weighed nothing. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShe hit the container with the full momentum behind her. Metal clattered against the ground. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe breath left her body. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe dock tilted. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShe grabbed the container edge and told herself she was not going to pass out on a loading dock in wet clothes and that was absolutely final.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShe reached for the weapon she carried. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eIt was gone. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShe looked at her attacker. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHe had her blaster. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShe watched him raise it.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eEverything slowed down. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eBreathe.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe shadow fell across him from above.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe sound was brief. The outcome was not complicated.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHer attacker dropped, unconscious on the dock before Coreni had fully registered what had happened. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe figure who had produced that outcome straightened, and turned toward her.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe cloak and the eyes proved her savior was the same Fraluma who had decided not to kill her. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eSeveral questions raised in her mind.  Yet, when she opened her mouth, nothing happened.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHe stepped toward her, and his expression was different now — neutral but something underneath it. Like he knew a secret. He reached out and his hands were very gentle when he touched her shoulders.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"It is time to take you away from here, Cremmilek,\" he said quietly.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShe didn't know that word. She didn't know why it hit her the way it did — like something she'd forgotten she'd been waiting to hear. 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