Author feature ‘Breakers of the Dawn’ by Zachariah Wahrer

Breakers of the Dawn is the first book in the Dawn Saga by Zachariah Wahrer.

Humanity has fallen from its once majestic place amongst the stars. Desperate for more resources and colonizable planets, humans wage xenocidal war on the peaceful Enthos.

Dispatched by the Founder to subdue an uprising, Crasor Tah Ahn unearths an alien relic. It somehow knows everything about him, even his darkest secrets. The device promises unimaginable power. Crasor knows it’s the opportunity of a lifetime, but can he trust the strange artefact?

Pulling out her side arm, Felar checked the weapon to make sure it was ready. The small, tungsten alloy rail rounds were powerful enough to take down the creatures, but she wouldn’t have to discharge the weapon if her plan was successful. Stealth was her best tactic. Will they continue to hunt as a pack or will they split up to search? Felar didn’t know which was worse.

She manually slid the door open and poked her head out. A few small emergency lights showed an ominous hallway. Felar couldn’t make out any targets or threats. Low light optics would greatly increase her effectiveness, but neither she nor her squad had deployed with it, not anticipating the need. If they had told us where we were going sooner, she thought, inwardly cursing Ashamine Forces Command.

Felar slipped out into the hall, careful to be silent. The floor was hard and her boots soft, making the task easier. The main obstacle was to avoid kicking or stepping on fallen debris. Fortunately, there was little in this area. The darkness made every task harder, forcing Felar to stay focused.

Nearing a hallway junction, she slowed. Rushing will get me killed, but being overly cautious means more exposure to danger. 

Easing her head around the corner, Felar dry heaved at what she saw. A large hulking form stood over what was once a human body. It’s matte black skin was barely visible in the darkness. Felar had to squint to make out the creature’s stout arms and narrow legs. The low light obscured the monstrosity’s actions, but from the sounds—wet slapping accompanied by tearing and grunting noises—she knew what was happening.

Felar felt repulsed and disgusted by the creature and what it was doing. Why are these things here? They had to be some sort of genetically modified organism, something manufactured to kill. Or maybe they were an unknown alien species. Whatever the case, she didn’t want to get closer to find out.

Why was the mission briefing so flawed? It said nothing of these fiendish creatures and their powerful killing ability. They effortlessly took out an entire squad of soldiers, Felar thought, fear beginning to creep back in. She would tell the blighthearted buggers about their shoddy intel when she got back to AF Command.

Felar quickly transitioned across the intersection and continued on, hoping to find a map of the facility. The creature didn’t pursue. I need to orient myself. Getting lost in the earlier chaos had left her with no idea where she was in relation to the exit. Another stupid mistake, she chided herself.

Finding a terminal in one of the hallways, Felar began to hash it, attempting to break through the security lockout. “Access denied,” kept popping up no matter what she tried. Finally, an anti-hashing protocol locked the terminal off the network, and she was forced to move on. Time for a new tactic.”

A Bite of... Zachariah Wahrer


Question 1: Facing your demons? How much of what you write could be classed as therapy?

Interesting question! I consider a lot of my writing as therapy, but maybe not in a “normal” way. I love speculating how humanity might make good (and bad) decisions in the future and how our choices now might come back to bite us in the ass. This gives me the opportunity to cope, reflect, and digest the negative things that are currently happening on Earth. It does feel good!

Question 2: Have you ever written somebody you dislike into a book, just so you could make them suffer?

Not directly. None of my characters are literal translations from reality. I’ve definitely incorporated aspects of people I dislike, but not out of spite. For me, it is more about crafting authentic personalities. I do the same thing with friends and family for the positive aspects of my characters (and some of the negatives too). 🙂

Question three: Why do you write? Money is an acceptable answer.

It’s complicated. With my current writing income, it’s hard to say money, but that is definitely a long-term goal / factor. The biggest reason why I write is my readers. Without them, I wouldn’t be a full-time author. The writer / reader symbiosis brings me immense joy, and is my biggest motivator!


Zachariah Wahrer spent the first twelve years of his adult life doing various jobs around the United States, such as eBay salesman, punk rock musician, horse halter craftsman, and rock climbing gym route-setter.

Near the end of 2014, Zachariah moved into a Honda Odyssey with his wife, Sarah, and began traveling the United States and Canada, seeking inspiration and adventure while writing and rock climbing full-time. His first novel, Breakers of the Dawn: Book 1 of the Dawn Saga, was electronically published in December of 2014.

When not deeply immersed in imaginary worlds, Zachariah loves to experience the outdoors as well as read about science, futurology, and trans-humanism. He also enjoys home-brewing and creating digital art to accompany his writing.

Currently, Zachariah lives in Bozeman, Montana.

You can find Zachariah's books on AmazonSmashwordsGoogleBarnes & NobleKobo and iBooks. If you want you can follow him on Twitter or haunt him on Goodreads.

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