For as long as anyone could remember, the kennels of the sky planet Rem have always supplied the great military fleets with pilots bred to be sharp enough, fast enough, and psychic enough to fly the two-man fighters needed to defend their world against the forces of the rogue planet Rom.
A Dog of War at the top of his line, Oz was ready for the latest wave of a thousand year war, when a crippling injury ruined his chances of a brilliant flying career.
Now serving as a medical officer on a rest station, a second chance comes to Oz in the form of
As Rom draws closer, the Dogs of War are expected to fly, but there is more to
CRY HAVOC is a 100,000 word young adult science fiction novel inspired by an interest in WWII ace pilots and a love of the common dog. I've enclosed the first 250 words of the manuscript. Additional materials are available upon request. I look forward to hearing from you.
The launch ship tore through the upper cloud level and downwards, a silver line against the swirling purples and reds of Rem’s greatest storm. Ahead of them, the enemy was just a dot against the next layer of clouds, some thousand feet down. Through the slim strip of his windshield,
“Shiba, what have we got?”
“They’re four lengths ahead of us,” said his Shepherd, priming the charge cannons with a flex of her hands. She sat in the rear Shepherd’s seat. In the mirror set up beside his console,