Welcome to this week’s Friday Author Spotlight! Today we have Christian Kallias visiting for the first time to tell us about The First Universe in Flames Trilogy. Later he’ll also be sharing an excerpt with us, but first let’s get to know him better.
I was born in Geneva, Switzerland. As my surname suggests, I have Greek roots and often dream of life in Greece. The rest of the time, I plot space operas and fantasy stories at home in Switzerland.
I have always been fascinated with space and Science Fiction in general. As a teenager, I was forever imagining stories, enjoying video games, and creating various art projects. With my sight always set towards the stars, my novels reflect many of my favorite things, like Star Wars, Star Trek, Babylon 5, and Stargate. I have fond memories of playing games like Wing Commander, a fact that should be apparent in my depictions of dogfight scenes.
I have always been drawn to imagining my stories in which my utopian aspirations for a better world where humanity shines and evolves towards a higher level of civilization often find their way into my novels. After trying to become a mangaka, a video game creator, an illustrator, and a cd cover artist, I realized along the way that the best medium to express myself was simply through the written word.
I began my career as a system engineer and understand technology very well even though I am more than happy never to have to fix a server again for the rest of my life! With that old life behind, and now living my dream, I am thoroughly enjoying creating storylines and characters that entice the reader to reflect and to ask themselves what if? What if we did things differently? What if we challenged our beliefs? But I won’t imply that I am right with my questioning. I just have these questions and like to share them with my readers. In the end, I write, first and foremost, to entertain. So for a little while, the reader can be transported to other worlds, and I hope they enjoy the ride.
Thank you for reading my books.
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About the Books
The First UiF Trilogy contains my first three Universe in Flames books (Earth – Last Sanctuary, Fury to the Stars & Destination Oblivion). Three books (1000+ pages) of Epic Space Opera with a mythology twist.
I am Fury. Evil has followed me to Earth. I shall Protect this World until my Dying Breath.
When the Obsidian Empire obliterates the Star Alliance with the help of the Zarlacks, an old evil race long thought extinct, the universe is set ablaze. The last survivors are forced to make a blind jump beyond the outer reach of the charted universe, to a world teeming with life: Earth. The fleet’s arrival inadvertently alerts the enemies to the presence of sentient life in that part of space, resulting in a swift and devastating invasion of the blue marble.
Under the guidance of the Olympian goddess of Love, Aphroditis, Lieutenant Chase Athanatos learns of his origins and must race against time in a daring attempt to save Earth, their Last Sanctuary.
With Earth now thrown at the center of the conflict, the newly formed Earth Alliance struggles to keep the enemy at bay. Desperately outnumbered, Chase and his friends must wage one battle after another while seeking new allies to survive.
When it becomes clear that his Fury powers are awakening in him, Chase must face his inner demons and learn to control them or he could very well destroy the universe he has sworn to protect. Can his Fury heritage and unwavering determination hold the key to change the course of everyone’s destiny?
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Keep reading for an excerpt:
Chase looked at the display with unmasked satisfaction as the last red dot disappeared from his radar. The remaining pieces of the fighter he had just blown out of space came burning against his frontal shields, illuminating the cockpit with radiant blue light for a brief instant. He took the opportunity to make a quick systems check. His shields were still in the green, standing strong at eighty percent and recharging. He had only exhausted half of his missiles against the eleven kills he had made in the last twenty minutes of combat.
Not bad, he thought. Not bad at all…
The thought quickly died as the ship’s computer broke the triumphant silence. The computer spoke with a soft, sexy, female voice—probably way too sexy for a star fighter navicomputer designed mainly for dogfights. But this was an old Manticore Mark II model, which was equipped with outdated software. Chase had to admit, when it came to the voice, there were times when he didn’t mind.
“Multiple enemy targets on approach vector,” said AINI, the Artificially Intelligent Navicomputer Interface. The radar let out four successive, high-pitched beeps as each of the targets progressively appeared on the scope. They were flying in a standard square formation, one pair of fighters covering for the other.
The grin slowly faded from Chase’s face. A dogfight against four enemies with no wingman was not to be taken lightly, not if one wanted to live long enough to talk about the encounter. It wasn’t the first time he’d had to face such odds, but each time he had, it had cost him and his ship dearly. And here he’d hoped to bring the fighter back to bay with as few scratches as possible. Wishful thinking.
As the fighters approached, his mind raced over the different tactics that applied to such a situation. The academic ones as well as the crazy ones—those that most dogfight instructors would consider not only insane, but also directly against practically all the rules in the flight book. Standard by-the-book tactics would dictate prudence by trying to reduce the number of enemies from the first pass, allowing the pilot to concentrate on killing the next target while avoiding only a pair of bogies. A feat which in itself was far from easy. Chase’s main instructor and war hero, Admiral Tharowni, would say that a couple of missiles locked and fired at the exact moment bogies entered firing range had a ninety percent chance of scoring a kill, reducing the odds to three against one. Again, not easy, but statistically preferable to trying to engage in a dogfight while being pursued by three enemy vessels.
But Chase never fought thinking about the statistics or the odds. While he respected the wisdom in such a course of action, losing two out of his three remaining missiles so early in the fight was not something he was prepared to do, at least not today.
“Enemy craft entering firing range,” AINI purred with all the charm programmed into her vocal subroutines.
Time to make a decision. In only a few seconds, Chase’s fighter would be in a shower of enemy laser fire. He needed a plan.