About B.D. Sun

I am drawn to space opera for its limitless creative scope and the chance to imagine multiple worlds co-existing. Yet my work remains rooted in a realist sense of how politics unfold and how people truly act. Starting from one radical idea, I build a universe governed by real physics and real motives. The result is fiction that explores power, gripping world detail, and the grey spaces between ideals.

Planets Past

In an alternate universe, a familiar Earth shares its neighborhood with other human worlds that are all remnants of an ancient civilization.The Planet’s Past Trilogy follows how these worlds confront their shared past and the forces shaping their future, told through a cast of realistic and vividly drawn characters.

Traitor to the Pact, the first book in the Planets Past Trilogy is expected to come out early 2026.The year is 2012. For seventy years, Earth has known about the other human worlds once seeded by the Ancients. Lives continued eerily close to ours, until Earth itself vanished from the map.Now Shoreh Guèye, an astronaut stranded aboard a Moorian ship, drifts through the void searching for survivors and meaning as something vast and unknown stirs beyond the edge of known space.On the distant world of Sirus, disillusioned prince Selk Sirdarmin is sent to hunt a vanished dead rebel: Aner Saha, a man who may have rediscovered a secret from the Ancients’ time.Meanwhile, his political strategist Adelon Mercure stays behind to fight a brutal campaign of propaganda, betrayal, and loss in a decaying democracy on the brink of civil war. She doesn’t stop when she finds dark forces have infiltrated the halls of power.And Tatyana Lebedev, an aging power broker and exile from Earth’s vanished past, steals a device inscribed with a strange language—a key that may yet connect them all.Across collapsing empires and forgotten pasts, their stories intertwine in a mystery that spans human history itself, where the line between creation and destruction, salvation and extinction, grows terrifyingly thin.

Sample Chapter - Persistence

Shoreh couldn’t wait for the second hand to finish its lap. But she made herself wait. Even those last few seconds. She had promised it the Ketharit, and she had to keep her promises to the moody ship. She had made her mad once already today, by talking to the climate control panel without her permission. If she made it worse, she might just make the air-conditioning malfunction again like the last time she had disappointed her.The hand clicked into place. Her watch gave a soft beep. Her phone echoed it a second later, playing the alert she had set aside for the occasion.From across the cabin, Alfie floated into view, hair a mess like always, eyes a little brighter than she remembered.“Happy birthday,” he said, voice casual, as if it were just another morning.“Thanks,” Shoreh replied, smiling faintly. “Surprised you remember with that thick head of yours.”“I remembered last year too. You just weren’t listening.”A low chuckle came from the rear compartment.Ragor. Cross-legged in the maintenance bay, suit half-zipped, chewing on a protein ration like it was sacred.“You shouldn’t burn that guitar,” he muttered, without looking up. “Could’ve used the wood for decorating my sleeping pod.”She snorted. “It’s had its second life. A third one would be too much.”She floated to the storage net, unhooked the guitar. Heavy in her hands. Real.It had taken her nearly four months to build—scraping down the desk in commander Vetren’s room, scavenging tension wire from the sealed conduits. She had shaped it with her bare hands. Played it every day for a year. Taught herself a bunch of her childhood pop songs that all turned out to have the same chords. But now it was time to close off the year.She placed it gently under the burner.The flames caught slowly, crawling over the edges of the neck. In zero gravity, they spun in gentle halos around the strings. She watched as the instrument bloomed into fire.
Shoreh leaned back, letting the warmth reach her face.“The combustion of organic matter reminds you of your youth?” Ragor said skeptically.“It’s called a campfire. Never heard of it? They used to have it at the summer camp my parents sent me to when they were fed up with me and had to work on their failing relationship. Hey, did you just say that in Dutch?”She looked at him, shimmering like a mirage through the flame, as if he wasn’t really there. His Dutch had gotten much better of late. He didn’t answer.She looked outside through the port windows. One bright star fit the scene and immediately caught attention. The dying star Epsilon Sagittarii, fat and furious. She had passed it half a year ago, and it still shone brighter than the rest of the Edge Wall, which had by now truly engulfed her spacecraft.More than two years had passed, and she would probably die here soon. But whatever happened, she had been the first human to visit that famous star on the other cusp of the Rift. She now belonged to a very small group of people who had seen a red giant up close. Some of those people were great examples to her, famous astronauts that had made their way to faraway Gamma Crucis to spend half a year researching its mysterious white dwarf companion that had lost its stellar atmosphere. The surreal pictures they had brought back had inspired her to pursue her career for years. This superstar had been as spectacular as theirs. That was her achievement this year—the only sort of thing she could still hope for this year.“We should have gone back,” Alfie said softly, watching the flames. “When we still had the chance.”“There was nothing left to go back to,” she said.“You don’t really know that…”He was silent again, like he usually was.Shoreh blinked hard, squeezing the pressure from behind her eyes. Her breath came a little faster.The fire crackled. One ember broke loose and drifted toward the ceiling. She guided it back into the core of the flame with a rod, her movements careful. Gentle. Reverent.“Last year was better, I’ll give you that,” she murmured aloud.The food had been better. Frozen black fowl, some green beans, the last of those Moorian energy bars from Alfie’s stash. It had felt like an actual meal. Not very vegan, but only some stupid nerd like Alfie would have tried to make a point out of that.It was back when she thought she might have found something. That strange grid pattern on the night side of the planet—it had looked promising. Maybe a series of domes for terraforming like Aner Saha had promised?But it had been lava. Just lava. One more lie in the dark. Months spent trying to get in and out of orbit while wasting the minimal amount of fuel. There had been many promises in Alfie’s mystical hard drive, but precious few details.It would have been easier to accept if she hadn’t been so alone.

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