I couldn’t find the book. Not on my TBR pile by my bed. Not in the TBR pile in my book bad (that’s what “bag” sounds like right now. Just sayin’). And no, it wasn’t even in the double TBR row of books on my shelf under the window. It had been there just a week before.
For what it’s worth, I suspect I’ll walk in the room tomorrow and it’ll be exactly where I looked. #becauseMurphy
Desperation sent me to Amazon to buy a Kindle copy. Elusive books have nothing on my Amazon clicking skills. Thought you oughtta know.
Besides, I’d been looking forward to reading space opera, Brand of Light by Ronie Kendig for… MONTHS. See, I’ve wanted to try her work for ages, and decided this book would be the one. Not only that, I’d seen the reviews coming in over the past week. Even people who don’t usually enjoy sci-fi were loving it.
Perfect for me.
So, with my nebulizer filling my lungs with meds so I could breathe, I began. Yeah, me. A Space opera. What can I say?
Somewhere around the middle of Chapter One, I began again. I hadn’t had too much trouble with the prologue so I started at Chapter One. The third time I tried to get through it I put the book away.
Look, I don’t think the problem is the book. I’m sick. Hopped up on nebulizer drugs and oxygen-deprived. What I did notice is that the book is well-written and appears to be well-plotted. I will read this. I’ll update. Maybe even in just a couple of days. But it would be unjust of me to assume the problem is with the book when everyone else seems to love it and when I know I’m super sick.
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Did This Book Make Me Love Space Opera
Got no clue. But I hope to know soon. What I can tell is if my brain ever starts working, I am pretty sure it’s made me a fan of Roni Kendig!
Brand of Light
Book: Brand of Light
Author: Ronie Kendig
Genre: Christian Fiction, futuristic, space opera,
Release Date: December 3, 2019
Tertian Space Coalition has blessed every planet in the quadrants with high technology, save one: Drosero. But in spite of their tenuous treaty with the ruling clans, TSC has plans for the backward planet. And they’re not alone.
After a catastrophic explosion, Kersei Dragoumis awakens in a derelict shuttle, alone, injured, and ignorant of the forbidden technology that has swept her into a nightmare. The brand she’s borne since childhood burns mysteriously, but the pain is nothing to that when she learns her family is dead and she is accused of their murders.
Across the quadrants, Marco Dusan responds to the call of a holy order—not to join them, but to seek a bounty. Gifted—or cursed—with abilities that mark him a Kynigos, a tracker sworn to bring interplanetary fugitives to justice, Marco discovers this particular bounty has nothing to do with justice and everything to do with prophecy. One that involves the hunter as much as the hunted.