Dead Man's Fear — Dan Decker

Death awaits at every turn. Earl Anderson's life changed in a moment and then he jumps off a cliff. He is beyond himself as he comes to grips with the revelations about his past and present, trying to find a way forward. His problems are mounting and relief is nowhere in sight. He fears he will never see his family again, the man who is supposed to train him is focused on killing him, and it seems that everything in his new world is engineered to make him suffer and die. Just when he feels like he is starting to finally put things together the bottom falls out from underneath, sending him hurtling into despair just before he faces a terrible dilemma. Earl struggles for his life and sanity, not knowing things are about to take a turn for the worse. If you like space opera and military science fiction, this book is for you. Fans of Ender's Game, Starship Troopers, and Dune will enjoy this book. Pick up your copy today!Sneak PeekMy heart raced as I fell, anxiety welling up inside my considerable chest because I expected to die within moments of my ill-thought decision. Walking off a cliff with no idea how I would survive was the most dangerous thing I'd ever done, in this life or the previous.Not to mention the most idiotic.An unreal feeling filled my mind but it was driven out by the rushing wind. If I survived I wouldn't make this mistake again. I didn't consider myself reckless, but something about this planet and my situation brought it out. Perhaps I had more testosterone running through the veins of this mammoth-sized body, causing me to take more risks. One moment I had been on solid ground; the next, falling. One moment I was calm, certain of my decision; the next, I knew I'd been rash. My anger at Sam and John Jeffs fell with me. They taunted me while fear and frustration threatened to override my brain. It was only with great effort that I turned my thoughts to my predicament. Sam had killed me once already, it would be my own fault if he caused my death again. If the time ever came, I would repay him for what he had done, I certainly had to live today to see that tomorrow.The walls of the ravine sped past as the scant predawn light diminished, making me feel like I had fallen into a tunnel. The walls moved in, closing an inch or so at a time but at a sickening rate when compared to my speed of descent. Claustrophobia crept up the back of my mind and interacted in sickening harmony with the terror that wracked my soul. I didn't have long to figure out how to fly. Somehow, I refrained from looking down, knowing it would only make matters worse. My hop off the edge had been instinct more than anything else. Anger had been part of it as well, but I'd known from the look on Jeffords' face he wasn't going to give me the information I needed. It had been an act of defiance more than obedience to his order.If a fool like Jeffords could fly so could I. If I came back alive it would be like spitting in his face. Quite the gamble just to stick it to somebody...