Sabine Priestley

A coil of shadows tightens around Nyra Voss as the crew of a battered freighter slips between breached gates of the nebula. An old betrayal resurfaces in the form of a coded beacon, one that could fracture the fragile alliance holding together a drift of scavengers, soldiers, and stowaways. Nyra must navigate loyalties rekindled under artificial suns, decide who deserves a second tether, and confront a choice that could either save their scattered crew or condemn them to drift forever among the stars.

Nova Pryce wakes to the steady hum of the ship's hull and the sting of space in her lungs. She calculates the corridor’s temperature with a fingertip, maps the ship’s heartbeat by listening to the idle clack of vents, and chooses a lie she can live with: that she’s steering toward glory, not the gnawing fear of being left behind. Competing loyalties coil tight—her crew who saved her, the mentor who warned her, the future she can't admit she wants. When the race lights flare and the course glass shards into a thousand glints, she must decide whether to push the needle or protect the people who taught her how to hope.