Nicole MacDonald is a thirty something year old Kiwi who loves to read and moonlights as a novelist. An avid reader from a young age, writing only occurred to her a few years ago after reading a book that didn’t quite hit the spot.
Daily scribbles eventuated into the BirthRight Trilogy, an Epic Fantasy Romance with women who know how to wield a sword, AND swing a punch. A literary journey that included six months of long sword training, as well as ju-jitsu lessons, and self-defence lessons for Nicole.
When not writing Nicole loves to watch all manner of documentaries, escape to her family's cabin in the woods, and spend time with her other half and their fur critters.

Created by science. Hunted by Humans.

Created by science, Prometheans could be the ultimate apex species. But only if they break the genetic shackles forced upon them by their creators, humans.
With their entire population under threat, two Prometheans take the collective fate of all into their own hands.

To save their species from extinction, from the merciless human raiders who hunt them, they will have to break the last taboo. Before the humans reach them…

Prometheus

The soft hum of the tunnel's power system was audible, and the nosier hum of the lights overhead. Breathing as quietly as she could, she walked softly across the dirt packed floor of the tunnel to the door, and gently laid her hand against the cool metal.


The shriek of metal grinding against metal caused Ally to jerk back into a protective stance, eyesight sharpening in readiness.


The screeching protest of sound continued, along with another sound, water. Ally realized those on the other side of the door were having to keep a constant flow of water to cool the blade to stop it from breaking. Wincing at the awful sound, Ally made herself get closer, narrowing down where they worked at. It sounded like they were trying the very centre of the door. Listening carefully she very gently tapped the door, flinching as she did. The screech continued, her tap going unnoticed by them but telling her enough. They'd barely made a nick in it yet. The sound difference was so slight. 


Chapter 31