"Hey girl. How can you read in the dark?" he said, flipping the light switch by the door. A screaming siren blasted into the cold air, ten decibels and wailing with intensity like a sonic staring-at-the-sun. Shanna threw her hands over her ears, her heart skipping several beats, then banging in her chest like a damaged drum. The color immediately washed from Gary's face as well, and - despite their being in zero-gravity, he visibly jumped hard.

"What the hell?" she said, pushing hard away from the bed and toward the gangway. "Move! Move, move, move!" she shouted, pushing Gary out of the way.

The triangular lights in the corridor were blinking in rhythm with the wailing siren, a sickening array of noise and lightning. Quickly, Donnie came rocketing by, grabbing the handles on the wall, thrusting himself down the corridor. Mike was right on his heels. Mike looked at Shanna on his way by - fear evident in his eyes. She shot off down the hallway after them, eager to see what was going on. Donnie stopped and turned toward her, knowing she'd be in pursuit.

"Shut that damn door. And get up to the cockpit. I need someone up there."

Shanna's heart sank. She was immediately angered with being shut out. As she turned to head back, a wide-eyed Gary appeared in the hallway behind her. She thought quickly, and - turning to see if Donnie was still visible - made a command decision, and delegated.

"Go! Get up to the cockpit and monitor the internal! And close that door!"

Gary nodded quickly and pulled the door closed behind him. Shanna bolted back down the hallway in the direction she'd been headed, pursuing the captain of the ship. They came flying through the common area where Andy was scared stiff, her back against the far wall, holding onto the handles beside her with white knuckles and a determination unmatched.

Down the far corridor, Shanna finally caught sight of Mike's boot again, and pulled with everything she had to catch up. As she made the twenty-degree bend in the corridor, Jonathan Rodgers came barreling out of a side door and slammed into her, knocking her back against the opposing wall.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry, Shanna! Are you all right?" he screamed over the blasting alarm.

She nodded quickly, squinting against the pain she felt in her ribs, and pressed on, suppressing the exquisite desire she suddenly had to cry out. Tears stung her eyes. But she moved on. And as she passed through the next gangway, she smelled smoke. There was mass confusion - everyone was yelling at once, and the screaming alarms were blotting out most of the words. She couldn't make out anything they were yelling above the pain she felt in her ribs and head. But she could see the smoke, and was beginning to recognize the smell of it.

selected reviews

Amy
Spacey always writes amazingly lifelike characters. I found myself turning pages as quickly as I could in the last half of the book. The final chapter, which is called "Closure", didn't really give me any. It just made me need a 3rd book in this universe to tell me exactly what's going on. Will Callie go to "Fiji"? Will Callie and Walter ever get it on? What's Royal really up to? What do we need to know about Shanna? Who's gonna yak next? How will gravity affect everyone's boobs on Mars? · full review

Kellie
This is the kind of book when you finally stop reading for the night (far later than you had planned) you lie there thinking about what might happen next, what could change, how things might work out. · full review

Hayley
I became attached to the characters he created - possibly too attached. Brandon's books incite many different emotions from me, from start to finish. Resurrecting Mars will take your heart and make a Rubik's cube out of it. That's not necessarily a bad thing because all of the parts get put back into place by the time the last sentence is read, but you will definitely know that someone has been playing with it. · full review