Richard Redmond – Revelation Part Nine
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Richard wants nothing to do with the Danaereans or their battle with the Yannoneth. But a horrible revelation changes his mind, and his life, forever.
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Richard wants nothing to do with the Danaereans or their battle with the Yannoneth. But a horrible revelation changes his mind, and his life, forever.
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Escaping Faloneth, Richard finds himself mentally exhausted. Sarsoneth and Alea Chantal try to guide him to safety.
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Sarsoneth’s plan works, but what Richard learns during his escape is even more disturbing. What is his destiny? And is that a prison from which there’s no escape?
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Sarsoneth comes up with a plan to help Richard escape from the clutches of the Yannoneth, Faloneth. Hopefully, before her probe of his mind reveals the existence of the Twelve.
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Richard has his first encounter with Faloneth, who speculates on which of the Yannoneth she believes altered Richard’s genetic makeup.
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Richard regains consciousness to find himself, apparently, halfway around the world where he meets Alea Chantal. Is he safe? Will he finally get some answers?
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With the help of Alea Chantal and Sarsoneth, Richard escapes one Yannoneth agent, only to meet a far more dangerous enemy.
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Agents of one of the Yannoneth, drawn to the Mayan dig site by an ancient artifact, destroy the camp and attempt to kidnap Richard.
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Richard spent most of his life unaware that he was the genetically engineered champion of an alien race. And now that he knows, he doesn’t like it one bit.
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