I grew up on a yacht, and the family bookshelves became my favourite source of amusement early on. I flew dragons with Anne McCaffrey's Pern series, tried to move to Narnia, spent most of my teens wanting to become a jockey after reading too much Dick Francis, and scared myself so badly with the Black Riders in Tolkien aged seven that I slept with the light on for six months.
I started writing my own books in school, when a friend asked me why I didn't write down some of the stories I told myself. For me, writing a book is a unique chance to write the story I want to read, to travel into a universe I can create and meet the characters whose experiences keep me obsessively typing in the lunchroom, on the bus, and wake me up at night. I hope you enjoy the stories half as much as I enjoy writing them.
The Cortii are mercenaries, for hire to anyone who can afford their services. From their beginnings in humanoid pre-history, they have grown and colonised to span every galaxy. Every government uses them; no single government can destroy them.
To the Councils that rule the Cortii, eleven lives are easily replaced.
For the newest unit in their ranks, those eleven lives were half their number. To their commander, they’re a marker she has every intention of making good on, and while some of her unit’s wounds are less visible, it doesn’t mean they can’t be lethal.
Through the Hostage
Khyria Ilan is a commander in the Cortii, the most elite mercenary organisation in known space. With a past she can’t remember, and commanders who would love to see her dead, her future is likely to be short: her command faces their ultimate test to prove their right to survive.
When the odds are impossible, sometimes the only thing to do is play the game ...