Here are a few excerpts from my Ariadoss Trilogy. Ariadoss Book 1: The Advent of Darkness (from second to last chapter):

Virashti declared in warning, “Overseer, unidentified vessels approaching, they’re everywhere!”

Less than a second later, the Retribution shuddered under the onslaught of weapon’s fire, its shields fluctuating. Lorena glanced at the control chamber’s expansive view-screen to witness the horrifying tableau before her: countless streaks of gold and green weaving through the Initiative armada faster than her eyes could follow, anti-matter missiles raining down on unsuspecting fleets. Buds of flame blossomed a moment later as unshielded ships detonated, hulls torn apart by missiles, remnants of ships scattered everywhere.

“We have to get back to the ship,” Lorena ordered trying to overcome her astonishment. Lorena grabbed Kel-ten’s semi-metallic arm as the two of them raced towards the phase-shift conduits. She then activated her wristband, “All DMC ships, this is Commander Knox, we are under attack! Engage the enemy but do not break formation!”

Ariadoss Book 2: The Tides of Time:

Ariadoss looked on silently from his precarious perch among the redwood trees, the two Eldrichai figures below him were unlike any he had ever seen. Both seemed to emanate of a most ancient and powerful magic, leaving the boy in a state of supreme awe. The Eldrich maid with her deep, alluring blue eyes, excited every facet of Ariadoss’ imagination. After a few enchanting moments the boy summoned up his courage and resolved to meet them, to befriend them, maybe even to accompany them on their sojourn. He began his deadly descent with the utmost meticulousness, taking great care not to make even the slightest sound. Unfortunately for the boy he did not know that these Eldrichai were endowed with super sensitive hearing and had been well aware of his presence, even before he chose his course.

Ariadoss Book 3: The Shadow’s Edge (this title is subject to change):

It was the best day of Ariadoss’ life, and at the same time it was not; how many times had Ariadoss stood up against seemingly insuperable odds and triumphed, only to discover that his nemesis was only a puppet in a greater plot of evil? Ariadoss exhaled deeply as if to purge himself of his dark thoughts. Dark thoughts. He had become greatly accustomed to them, after living through so much death and destruction. Shielding his thoughts from the unpleasantries of life was not only an exhausting affair, but also a portentous reminder of the precariousness of his newfound equanimity. As the Overseer to Glumira he could not occupy himself with such dismal matters, his officers had learned to depend on his consistent authority – his unwavering resolve – though in truth his tenacity belied his uncertainties, his fortitude was not so resolute.