# Welcome to Orison: Introducing *Pasture of Bones*
For centuries, humanity has projected its deepest longings onto the stars: a clean slate, fertile ground, and a second chance far from Earth’s crowded cities and authoritarian control. The pastoral myth promises an open sky waiting to receive us like children coming home. But space is never an empty canvas, and the history of frontier expansion has always been written in ledgers of blood and corporate ambition.
Today, I want to pull back the curtain on the novel I’m currently working on, *Pasture of Bones*, and welcome you to the world of Orison.
In my novel, *Pasture of Bones*, that seductive dream collides with a terrifying reality sixty light-years from Earth.
When the colony transport *Asterion* makes landfall on the uncharted world of Orison, the three hundred pioneers aboard believe they have won the cosmological lottery. The air is sweet, the alluvial plains ripple with golden grass, and crops burst through the rich black earth overnight. Yet the valley is far too quiet, and far too generous, to be an accident of nature. As the illusion fractures, the settlement becomes the staging ground for a desperate fight for survival—a collision of gritty military science fiction, anti-colonial critique, and visceral creature horror.
At the emotional heart of this storm stand two battle-tested veterans: Commander Goran Versich and Chief Engineer Jonas Reed. Bound by a clandestine twelve-year love strictly forbidden under Earth Directorate regulations, their relationship serves as the narrative’s spine. Their devotion is forged not in grand declarations, but in stolen glances across vibrating consoles, shared grief, and a stubborn refusal to abandon each other when the dark begins to hunt.
*Pasture of Bones* is an unsparing look at the arithmetic of empire, the cost of command, and the fierce, irrational power of human connection under siege.
If you love tense, atmospheric sci-fi grounded in tactical realism, relentless creature dread, and a deeply felt, mature romance, I cannot wait for you to experience this story.
Welcome to Orison. The pasture is waiting, but the world is screaming.