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  Table of Contents

  Synopsis

  Praise for Gun Brooke’s Fiction

  By the Author

  Acknowledgments

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Chapter Twenty-three

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Books Available from Bold Strokes Books

  Escape: Exodus Book Three

  The Oconodian ship Pathfinder and its two million souls, forges on toward their new homeworld. President Thea Tylio carries the ultimate responsibility for their success. Newly divorced, she buries herself in her work.

  Thea keeps Caya Lindemay, a young changer in protective custody. Caya loathes her luxurious prison, but still helps the president whenever her clairvoyant visions are of use. As the two women acknowledge the growing romantic tension between them, Caya lives on the hope Thea will finally set her free.

  As a catastrophe of devastating proportions approaches Pathfinder, Caya risks everything to help the woman she loves and their people. If she fails, it may mean the end of the Exodus mission and potential annihilation.

  Praise for Gun Brooke’s Fiction

  Fierce Overture

  “Gun Brooke creates memorable characters, and Noelle and Helena are no exception. Each woman is ‘more than meets the eye’ as each exhibits depth, fears, and longings. And the sexual tension between them is real, hot, and raw.”—Just About Write

  Coffee Sonata

  “In Coffee Sonata, the lives of these four women become intertwined. In forming friendships and love, closets and disabilities are discussed, along with differences in age and backgrounds. Love and friendship are areas filled with complexity and nuances. Brooke takes her time to savor the complexities while her main characters savor their excellent cups of coffee. If you enjoy a good love story, a great setting, and wonderful characters, look for Coffee Sonata at your favorite gay and lesbian bookstore.”—Family & Friends Magazine

  Sheridan’s Fate

  “Sheridan’s fire and Lark’s warm embers are enough to make this book sizzle. Brooke, however, has gone beyond the wonderful emotional explorations of these characters to tell the story of those who, for various reasons, become differently-abled. Whether it is a bullet, an illness, or a problem at birth, many women and men find themselves in Sheridan’s situation. Her courage and Lark’s gentleness and determination send this romance into a ‘must read.’”—Just About Write

  Course of Action

  “Brooke’s words capture the intensity of their growing relationship. Her prose throughout the book is breathtaking and heart-stopping. Where have you been hiding, Gun Brooke? I, for one, would like to see more romances from this author.”—Independent Gay Writer

  September Canvas

  “In this character-driven story, trust is earned and secrets are uncovered. Deanna and Faythe are fully fleshed out and prove to the reader each has much depth, talent, wit and problem-solving abilities. September Canvas is a good read with a thoroughly satisfying conclusion.”—Just About Write

  The Supreme Constellations Series

  “Protector of the Realm has it all; sabotage, corruption, erotic love and exhilarating space fights. Gun Brooke’s second novel is forceful with a winning combination of solid characters and a brilliant plot. The book exemplifies her growth as inventive storyteller and is sure to garner multiple awards in the coming year.”—Just About Write

  “Brooke is an amazing author, and has written in other genres. Never have I read a book where I started at the top of the page and don’t know what will happen two paragraphs later. She keeps the excitement going, and the pages turning.”—MegaScene

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  Escape: Exodus Book Three

  © 2017 By Gun Brooke. All Rights Reserved.

  ISBN 13: 978-1-62639-636-4

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  P.O. Box 249

  New York, USA

  First Edition: January 2017

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission.

  Credits

  Editor: Shelley Thrasher

  Production Design: Susan Ramundo

  Cover design by Sheri ([email protected])

  Cover Art By Gun Brooke

  By the Author

  Romances:

  Course of Action

  Coffee Sonata

  Sheridan’s Fate

  September Canvas

  Fierce Overture

  Speed Demons

  The Blush Factor

  Soul Unique

  A Reluctant Enterprise

  Piece of Cake (novella)

  Supreme Constellations series:

  Protector of the Realm

  Rebel’s Quest

  Warrior’s Valor

  Pirate’s Fortune

  Exodus series:

  Advance

  Pathfinder

  Escape

  Novella Anthology:

  Change Horizons

  Acknowledgments

  My love for science fiction is still strong, and I am so glad that my readers still find my sci-fi stories to be to their liking! Thank you, dear readers, for emails, notes, Facebook greetings, and general encouragement. Building worlds is difficult, but so very rewarding. For my readers to enjoy entering my worlds and the space where my characters live their lives is quite magical.

  My editor, Dr. Shelley Thrasher, is the person who makes sure my books are the best they can be. We have worked together on eighteen books now, and quite a few short stories, and I can’t imagine my writing experience without her. Always supportive, always frank in the kindest of ways, and great to work with, I just love you, Doc.

  I want to acknowledge Len Barot—aka Radclyffe—my publisher who has created such a nice home for her authors. Also, my heartfelt thank you to Sandy, Connie, Stacia, Cindy, Lori, proofers, etc. Your efforts don’t go unnoticed and are very much appreciated.

  My first readers who help me through the earliest draft by spotting mistakes and other issues—and generally giving their opinion: Laura, Eden, Maggie and Sam—you are all such troopers!

  On a personal note…nobody writes in a vacuum. My family, both biological and chosen, mean the world to me, and without their encouragement and appreciation, I would not be able to push through those moments when health and lack of stamina throws a wrench or two in the wheels.

  Lastly, but no less importantly, as a dog lover I know that my life will keep being b
lessed with my canine family members. We just welcomed a Russian girl, a white mixed breed we call Esti, and together with our retriever mix Hoshi, she will be much loved and cared for.

  Dedication

  To Malin

  My daughter—my firstborn

  To Henrik

  My son—my “baby”

  To Elon

  My soulmate, who gives me everything that truly matters

  Prologue

  “Did you find out more about where exactly they keep the Seer, Caya Lindemay?” the tall woman the participants in the meeting referred to as Number One asked.

  “In luxury.” A baldheaded man, Number Five, spat the words. “At the presidential level on cube one. All her meals are carried to her from a caterer on cube six.”

  “Luxury? A prison is still a prison,” a woman, Number Eleven, stated dryly.

  “In protective custody,” the bald man said and flicked his chubby hand in the air. “The president is quite taken with her, or so the rumors have it.”

  “What do you mean, taken with her? A young woman with flaming red hair and freckled skin looked wide-eyed at the other twenty-one men and women around the table.

  “Number Twenty,” Number One said to her reproachfully. “We’ve known for months now about the two changers that snuck aboard Pathfinder. One is the woman we’re talking about, Caya Lindemay, who is in protective custody. The other is her older sister, Briar, who is not incarcerated for some unfathomable reason and is working at the hospital on cube eleven.”

  “That’s not the whole truth about Briar Lindemay,” another woman, Number Eight, said. “She’s also known as Red Angel. This is why we haven’t approached her. Everyone aboard reveres and loves her for her empathic abilities. Untouchable.”

  “What about the Seer? The one in custody?” Number Twenty asked. “Can she be obtained?”

  Number Two snorted. “Not likely. She has President Tylio’s ear and sources claim they spend a lot of time together, which Tylio’s schedule lists as ‘counseling.’ This is one of the most dangerous parts of this whole mess. Tylio is perilously influenced by her.”

  The people around the table looked suitably dismayed.

  The door opened and a woman stepped inside. They all stood immediately and greeted her with reverent nods.

  “Sir,” Number One said politely. “We weren’t expecting you.”

  The woman, their ultimate leader, referred to only as Grand Superior and the reason they were there in the first place, strode up to the empty chair next to Number One. “Sit. I just met with the president, and I have some disturbing news. Her cabinet of ministers and military advisors is ready to pass and enforce a law that will make it virtually impossible to move around freely aboard Pathfinder without being detected by their new and extensive surveillance. “

  “Is she insane?” Number Eleven whispered. “Wasn’t this one of the reasons for leaving Oconodos? To get away from the micromanaged society with surveillance at every intersection?”

  The Grand Superior nodded solemnly. “That’s actually one road we can take, among all our planned strategic attacks. We can spread the word and emphasize how Tylio is monitoring her people as if we are all criminals. How it interferes with our right to privacy, our integrity is under siege, that sort of thing. It will infuriate the Oconodian and Gemosian people, especially our young ones.”

  “Our network is growing and I have formed four subunits, sleeper cells if you wish, who are ready to do their best for us.” Number One smiled. “Before you give the go-ahead, sir, we need to find a way to hatch a viable plan to free the Seer. Until she’s in our midst, Tylio will have the upper hand.” She pulled up a large floating screen in the center of the oval table. “As our group consists of experts at plotting countermeasures as well as planning attacks, I need you all to work out ways to make this happen.”

  “Yes, Number One,” the cell members said in unison.

  The Grand Superior smiled thinly. “Good. Excellent.”

  Number Two and Number Eleven stood and began outlining their next attack. No doubt, the young changer would envision something about this and report it to Tylio. This was all right, since the closest cells would be there waiting.

  Before long, Number One would make sure Tylio’s administration had to accept the new order.

  Chapter One

  “Madam President?” A male voice interrupted President Gassinthea Mila Tylio’s thoughts where she sat at her desk in her office. Around her, the ten large screens showing all sides of the vast spaceship Pathfinder gave the illusion of viewports. Pathfinder consisted of twenty-one cubes, each holding approximately 100,000 individuals on their way to their new homeplanet, P-105.

  “Yes, Commander?” Thea said and leaned back in her chair.

  “We have to leave for the ceremony in half an hour, but…once again we cannot persuade Caya Lindemay to follow your orders.”

  Of course. Thea sighed inwardly but merely nodded to the burly man in the doorway. It was rather ironic that a man his size and with his commanding presence couldn’t make a petite young girl join in the awaiting festivities. “I’ll talk to her.”

  “Thank you, sir. And as I said, we need to leave in thirty.”

  “I hear you, Commander.” Thea stood and adjusted her ceremonial robe. “I’ll see you at the presidential jumper. Dismissed.”

  The commander looked quite relieved that Thea would approach Caya herself and strode down the corridor toward the gate where they would board the presidential jumper car ready to take them to the park area. The jumpers consisted of a multitude of huge cylinders crisscrossing the twenty-one cubes, transporting people where they needed to go. The presidential ones were fortified to sustain anything but a black-garnet attack, or so the specs claimed.

  Thea left her office and locked the door with her security code and retinal scan. She hurried to the far end of the corridor, where her presidential suite was located next to her main cabinet members’ quarters. She had stopped in front of a door and raised her hand to the chime, when she had to stop and take a deep breath. Caya Lindemay had been under house arrest in the luxurious guest quarters for more than six months. She could leave them only while escorted by the presidential guards, which didn’t sit well with the young changer. Their discussions regarding this matter had grown increasingly heated.

  The door hissed open, and Thea stood eye to eye with the apparition that was Caya. Slender, ethereal, and with her waist-long blond hair flowing around her shoulders as if it were weightless, she scanned Thea very carefully with transparent turquoise eyes.

  “I see you’re off to the naming ceremony. Have fun.” Caya stood with her hands on her hips. “If you’re here for a security update, I can tell you I don’t see any malicious intent happening there.” She turned to leave and the door began to slide shut, but Thea put her hand out, which triggered the sensors and reopened it. To her surprise, Caya had instantly turned around and pressed a hand on the sensor. If Thea didn’t know any better, she’d have sworn Caya had reacted with instinctive protectiveness.

  “I want you to join me. Us.” Thea inspected Caya’s clothes. “You don’t even have to change.” Caya was dressed in a white-embroidered light-blue caftan over white slacks.

  “Letting me out for good behavior? That can’t be right. I’m barely able to be civil to you these days. So why?” Caya tilted her head. “Let me see. I don’t have my sister’s knack for clairvoyance, but I can bet you want me there to smooth the waves. Try to show me off as a harmless little girl and make the Oconodians and Gemosians see that I’m not going to burst into flames or throw plasma spheres at them. Or—oh yes—or you think my being there will take the brunt of everyone’s speculations about what happened between you and Hadler, your lovely ex-spouse.”

  Thea flinched. She couldn’t stop it. The mention of her former husband who had made her private life a living hell for so many years, said with such spite by the young woman before her, was like a blow to her midsection.<
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  “Thea.” Suddenly pale, Caya lowered her hands to her side. She looked very young and also tremendously tired at the same time. “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for, no matter what.” The huskiness of her voice showed how the stress and sorrow over the long incarceration was taking a toll on her.

  “I suppose you assume I deserve whatever harsh words you fling at me.” Thea’s back was rigid now; she was trembling and could only hope her lifelong training made her reaction invisible. She had aimed for greatness from the age of ten, when her father saw her potential as a leader. This ambition had taken her on different paths, some rewarding, some heartbreaking. And some of the heartbreak had seemed to happen over time, like fate had chipped away at her soul little by little until one day she would wake up and find most of it gone.

  “No.” Caya sighed and ran a hand over her face. “That’s a lie. I do have moments when I think you deserve horrible things for keeping me locked up in this…this golden cage. I’m going crazy in here. Yes, Briar comes by almost every day. As does Adina. Since they became officially betrothed, at least I don’t have to worry so much for Briar. Meija and Korrian visit too. And some of the Vantressa family when they can sneak past their megalomaniac matriarch. How she can be Adina’s mother, I don’t know. So I’m not lonely that way.”

  “But you’re still a prisoner.”

  “And I did nothing wrong!” Caya held out her hand, anguish now written over her face. “You—you say you keep me here because threats have been made and it’s for my own safety, but, please. Please, Thea. Madam President. I can take care of myself and—”