By David Niall Wilson & Patricia Lee Macomber
The Stargate Atlantis team discover a city on a moon that’s about to plunge into its own sun. But the city which looked as if it had been abandoned turns out to be inhabited by descendants of the Ancients who have fallen into decadence and debauchery. Faced with a dissolute society disinterested in their own fate and unable to escape, the team must fight their way free before being plunged into a fiery death.
ABOUT THE AUTHORS:
David Niall Wilson has been writing and publishing horror, dark fantasy, and science fiction since the mid-eighties. An ordained minister, once President of the Horror Writer’s Association and multiple recipient of the Bram Stoker Award, his novels include Maelstrom, The Mote in Andrea’s Eye, Deep Blue, the Grails Covenant Trilogy, Star Trek Voyager: Chrysalis, Except You Go Through Shadow, This is My Blood, Ancient Eyes, On the Third Day, The Orffyreus Wheel, and Vintage Soul. Heart of a Dragon – the chronological first book in the DeChance Chronicles is now available. Upcoming is The Second Veil, Tales of the Scattered Earth Book II. He has over 150 short stories published in anthologies, magazines, and five collections, the most recent of which were “Defining Moments” published in 2007 by WFC Award winning Sarob Press, and the currently available “Ennui & Other States of Madness,” from Dark Regions Press. His work has appeared in and is due out in various anthologies and magazines.
Patricia Lee Macomber has been writing since she was fifteen. She has had a number of stories published in various anthologies, including Shadows Over Baker Stree, Brainbox II, Personal Demons, and others, and in such magazines as Cemetery Dance and the Book of Dark Wisdom. Patricia won the Bram Stoker Award for non-fiction as Managing Editor of Chizine.com.
The two David live and love in Hertford, NC with their children, Billy, Zach, Zane, and Katie, and occasionally their genius college daughter Stephanie.
THE WOARD LIFTED ITSELF UP on one arm and turned. The two combatants came face to face. Teyla was a little shaky, but she held the blade out and stood her ground. The Woard saw her. It tried another roar, but the sound was feeble — a shadow of its former strength and rage. It half rose, and it seemed the effort would be too much for it. Teyla looked ready to drop the blade and walk away, but in that second of hesitation the Woard lunged.
Every bit of its remaining life went into that final attack. Teyla staggered back. She held the blade high, and the Woard’s weight drove it down over the cold, hard steel. The creature’s momentum took it forward, and it fell heavily atop Teyla, who was lost from sight.
“No!” Rodney cried out.
In that moment, the image on the screen dimmed, and grew dark. The panel in the wall closed, and the team were left to stare at one another in shock as the crowd’s cheer erupted in the arena above.