Historical fiction

Matthew Silvester
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Matthew is the author of the Novels Sands of the Fire God
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Refugees of an intergalactic war find asylum on the ancient home world system of the Amalakoori, race long retired from from Galactic affairs and long considered extinct.

Forced to forge new lives, civilisations and theologies, without the aid of high technology or magic, for millennia, lost in a remote corner of the Galaxy the refugee's fight and war upon each other, reverting to Feudal states and the politics of Empires.

The prohibition against technology and magic, along with the protection offered by giant warded cities left by the Amalakoori, the peoples of these new Empires are safe from discovery by the Demons of the Cataclysm.

The old worlds are soon forgotten, left only as legends and myths. But a new force has emerged in the galaxy, a savage iron age race with mastery of the ancient World gate system and stolen magic is bent on revenge and galactic hegemony. Building a bloody Federation of colonised planets from the shattered remnants of a thousand lost and broken civilisations, the Tular overlords lust for expansion and an relentless genetic drive for revenge against the Demons that devastated their world, eventually leads them to the Obsidian Gate, the only link to the Amalakoori worlds, and as the Tular believe, the original source of the Demons.

But the refugee worlds are not like the other worlds, ten thousand years of war and empire building have prepared an enemy unlike the Tular, or their enslaved beast of war, have previously faced. New races, monsters, species and worlds.
S. Lee Fisher. aka Dr. Sherri Progar
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A Mystery of Grace is my first novel. It is a fractured love triangle set during Korean war. Betrayal, desertion, and lies result in consequences that take a lifetime for the trio to overcome. See below for an excerpt!
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The screeching tires and a screaming voice pierced the frosty night air.
"Eddy. Come on! Let's go. We need to be back on base in twenty minutes."
Standing in only his standard issue boxes and T-shirt, broad shoulders and muscular arms exposed; Eddy looked around the modest two-room cottage at the straw covered floor.
His eyes met those of the petite teen clearing the table of their meager meal of polenta and dried pork. Her dress was clean but tattered; a remnant of prosperity past. The garment served during the last months of her pregnancy. Tonight, it was cinched around her waist with a shawl.
"Wally, go. Go now, before I chicken out! Go!" was the answer to his buddy driving the jeep.
Eddy wrapped his muscular arms around the weeping girl. He drew her near and kissed her tenderly. "Shh. Amore mio. I'm staying."
He picked up the boy wrapped in a thin blanket and caressed his head. "We'll need some warmer clothes for him." The baby cooed at his father's touch. " Rosa, you and little Joey are my family. I love you," he whispered softly in her ear. To himself, he admitted his willingness to abandon all creature comforts, family, and country for this beautiful young girl and infant.
As Rosa melted into his embrace, the canvas-covered jeep sped away.
Twenty-one year old Eddy Kepler was now AWOL.