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Buy it now at Smashwords! “Ambassador?” another Othersider interrupted. “You need to strap down. We’re jumping to...

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“Ambassador?” another Othersider interrupted. “You need to strap down. We’re jumping to Heq'tak in ten.”

Sahra groaned in exasperation. Then turned her attention to Simy. “Does it hurt?” she asked. “Going through and being bigger?”

Simy blinked. “The only time it hurt was when I was aware of hurting you. I compressed myself as densely as I could.” He rubbed his arms in a memory. Sahra watched the motion, wondering how well he’d learned how to express himself in an artificial body and how much was conscious or unconscious action. “It was that or crack the Mosquito or crush you… And… I’d rather not live in a universe without you.”

If you liked the quote, you’re going to love the book!

On sale now at Smashwords and any other good eBook stores! Tarqa watched the her back out. “Why? Why am I your best hope? I’d...

On sale now at Smashwords and any other good eBook stores!

Tarqa watched the her back out. “Why? Why am I your best hope? I’d have thought you humans wanted my people gone.”

“We just want to rule ourselves. We want to make our own decisions. Weather our own consequences. We want to do things on our own. And we want you Tu'atta to let us do it.”

“You aren’t equipped…”

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If you only buy one eBook this year… buy this one! Simy forgot to simulate breathing, watching with all the other aides in the...

If you only buy one eBook this year… buy this one!

Simy forgot to simulate breathing, watching with all the other aides in the security room. The other three were merely holding their breaths.

They only breathed again when the sound of running water emanated from the tiny bathroom off one side of the cell.

“What is she doing?” demanded the Maq'eck. “She’s meat. Raw, fresh and tender.”

“Yes, but she also has Tarqa&

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Even the spacious Othersider ships were getting crowded.

Sahra watched from her safe space, protected from the germs of the abandoned humans below her window by uncounted airlocks and hallways. She made sure she stood at the right hand of Lord High Admiral Saviour King Django Ali. And she made sure he was wearing a more comfortable replica of his golden thorn crown.

At least she’d learned Mama’s trick of talking

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And there was how two life signs could fit in a one-life-sign-sized pod. They were both children. One was unconscious and showing signs of...

And there was how two life signs could fit in a one-life-sign-sized pod. They were both children. One was unconscious and showing signs of early bruising. The other was cyanotic, bald, and visibly afraid.

Small wonder. The forensic emergency team was clad head to toe in iso-suits. Top market gear and even spaceworthy in a pinch. For short distances without micrometeors, of course. And since the kids both wore some kind of grubby, elongated singlet thing, they might well reason they were

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Damn Dame Nature, and Cursed Kismet. Always ready with the sucker-punch. “Two lifesigns in a small vessel with no fuel, limited air,...

Damn Dame Nature, and Cursed Kismet. Always ready with the sucker-punch.

“Two lifesigns in a small vessel with no fuel, limited air, and at least one dying passenger. Initiate Protocol SNAFU.”

Hevun’s Ambassador, now on Smashwords and all good e-bookstores everywhere.

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“What do you mean, gone?” “Gone, your majesty. Departed, left, vanished. Absent without leave. Decamped, displaced,...

“What do you mean, gone?”

“Gone, your majesty. Departed, left, vanished. Absent without leave. Decamped, displaced, disappeared… they’re simply not there.”

The Majestrix, long may she reign, glared at him as if she wished she could both freeze him and burn him simultaneously. “I am aware of the definition,” she said in tones so cold that they had to be measured in degrees best suited for hard vacuum.

I think it’s

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Ma Johnston still cooked for eighteen children. She still quietly wept at the presence of leftovers. There were seventeen children. There...

Ma Johnston still cooked for eighteen children. She still quietly wept at the presence of leftovers. There were seventeen children. There would be eighteen again, of course, but that did not matter to a mothers’ heart. What mattered was the empty chair. The cold bed that didn’t need making. The silly little doll made out of rag and dirt that found its way to her wall of pictures, where it rested on a bump in her wall near Sahra&

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Wapun used the boost of post-acceleration forward momentum to race up the rest of the hallway and catch the nearest Vertical Transit to the...

Wapun used the boost of post-acceleration forward momentum to race up the rest of the hallway and catch the nearest Vertical Transit to the bridge.

From there, it was just a question of appearing neater and meaner than anyone else on the bridge.

“Far scanners, report,” she demanded, entering her command chair from the side opposite the ensign whose sole duty was freshening the Captain’s Cup.

It was magical thinking, and Wapun hated it on bad days. But,

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Dear Followers:

Once again, I must ask your aid. The book I have coming out this Friday, Hevun’s Ambassador, needs some free advertising. This is the first one that’s actually going to earn me any income.

And this one is really tough, because I can’t write a lot of ad copy without giving massive spoilers.

You may have already seen this pic in my blog:

As well as the link to the book’s page.

Once again,

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