A Sneak Peek into book two of the Starborn Saga
I’ve gotten far enough in the story to begin choosing a book cover, and I have to say, that part of the creative process is always thrilling. Every image brings the story closer to life, and seeing these visual interpretations helps shape how I imagine the world as I continue to write.
I’ve decided to give readers a sneak peek into the second book of The Starborn Trilogy. The story is coming along nicely, and this new chapter takes us far from the familiar corridors of Galaxy’s Child, deep into a world both ancient and advanced, where peace is about to meet its greatest test.
Imagine it as the opening of a trailer, the camera sweeps across a calm, untouched world. Sunlight glitters on an endless ocean, forests sway in the breeze, life moves in perfect balance. For a moment, the universe itself seems at peace. Then, without warning, the stars begin to bend.
A ripple crosses the sky. Light twists and folds, as though space is struggling to hold its shape. And then, with a sound that feels more like a wound in reality than thunder, something arrives.
Massive ships tear through the fabric of the heavens, dragging trails of fire and fractured light. They descend in silence at first, leviathans of metal bristling with mining arms and jagged spires. But as their engines ignite, the silence becomes a scream. Forests flatten beneath their descent. Rivers rise in walls of steam. The sky itself burns.
From a distant ridge, one man watches, Vaelen Malrik, philosopher and warrior, bound by reason but shaken to his core. In that instant, the serene world he knows is reduced to ruin. It isn’t conquest. It isn’t war. It’s extraction, deliberate, merciless, and absolute.
And yet, as the ships retreat into the stars, leaving only silence and smoke behind, something stirs within him. Determination. Defiance. The spark of an idea that might one day save his people, or doom them.
The scene fades, the music softens, and we find ourselves inside the grand Council chambers of Atlantis, carved in white stone and lit by the fractured glow of a crystalline dome. Voices rise in fear and debate as Vaelen pleads for a bold path forward, one that challenges everything his civilization holds sacred. Opposite him stands Chancellor Soryn, a man of tradition and authority whose words carry the weight of centuries. Their clash marks the true beginning of what is to come, the birth of a dangerous new technology and the question of whether enlightenment can survive desperation.
That’s the first spark of Book Two, and only a glimpse of what’s ahead. Writing it has been an incredible experience so far, blending mythology, science, and human nature in ways that continue to surprise even me.
I look forward to hearing what you think of this first glimpse into the next chapter of the journey.
David P. Lloyd 