#8Sunday WeWriWa 05/21/17

A dash through here to get some words posted!  Check out the WeWriWa Blog to find all the amazing authors participating.

This snippet introduces new characters. It was bound to happen, I suppose, even with the vast amount I already have. The world of The Wildblood is desolate, dangerous, twenty-some years after a biological and nuclear war put an end to civilization. Trying to rebuild is far from simple.

This is a group from Cody (via The Vista)making their way out in the world. Next stop – the Platte River Center, a well-established city on the newly discovered trade route. DeTessa Jardin is an Elder of the city, and in charge of dealing with newcomers. The Many Mothers, from Mad Max: Fury Road, were in the back of my mind as I created her. So now, both versions of that movie have influenced the series.

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“Trading is a good endeavor; humans need to learn to build each other up, not break each other down, not to destroy each other. Do you think we’ve learned that lesson?” she asked Cassie.

“I don’t know, I hope so,” Cassie mulled it over. “What do you think?”

DeTessa patted her handgun. “I think humans are intrinsically violent, war-mongering creatures. I also think they have a vast, and unlimited capacity to learn. It remains to be seen how long it takes, and even then, there will always be those that refuse to evolve, and force the hand of those who try.”

“What can we do?”

“We keep trying.”

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Book 3 is moving along. I’ve stopped setting deadlines for myself, because it’s pointless. When a release date solidifies, I’ll share! The graphic takes you to my newly redesigned website, with many links to my available books.

#8Sunday WeWriWa 05/07/17

Ahh, the weekend! I almost missed the signup this week. I had 11 minutes left. Take a few minutes, and check out all the amazing authors posting their snippets. The links are on the WeWriWa blog, and you won’t be disappointed.

My snippet. This is a first draft, of The Wildblood Book 3, so please keep that in mind. Problems cropping up for my characters, when they thought “things” were all taken care of. They were not.

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The radio signaled an incoming transmission, from The Vista.

“I’ve got it,” Shan called dibs. It was an unscheduled call, and she went straight to a headset, only mildly concerned.

Chris nodded and grinned, swiping a cup off the desk and indicating he was heading for the kitchen.

“Wait,” she said, feeling a twinge of . . . something, her genetically enhanced senses moving into overdrive. “Vista Dispatch, this is Cody Base, go ahead.” Nodding to herself a couple of times, Chris watched as her face froze into the unreadable mask she got when the business was serious. He put the cup down as she started writing on a pad of paper. The high-tech stuff they had, in Cody.

It read ‘Get Mick’.

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Yeah, being downright nasty to them, again. It’s not all doom & gloom. There’s always a light at the end of the tunnel.

In the meantime, there are 3 books in The Wildblood series available on my website.

SFR Brigade May 2017 Showcase

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This month, a new book, one that will actually have the ‘R’ in SFR. I don’t know if it will be ‘R’ rated yet or not. All this is in first draft, subject to typos, and revisions.

Tau Scorpii: Book 1

When Taryn rescues another human from a marauding band of Caeruleum, she knows they won’t be happy that their hunting party was interrupted. She also knows, the male human is as likely to be as angry and unforgiving as his former captors. On Sedna, the desert isn’t safe for aliens. The catch is, most species on the planet are alien, including humans.

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He might already be dead.

Taryn watched from the relative safety of the standing stones until the riders had moved away, knowing she was invisible, for now, in the stark landscape. The Caeruleum were known in the Near Desert for their love of hunting humans, and one of the group was certainly human. He hadn’t lasted long, in the mid-morning heat. They drug him across the sand, another two or three thousand paces, before the smaller captives began falling, forcing the caravan to stop.

Their solar-powered machines, dune crawlers, were common transportation, for those that could afford them, or steal them. This batch was varied, some three-wheeled, and some with only two, a few with windshields, a couple ready to fall apart in a strong wind, sitting out in the open, batteries charging. By the time Tau Scorpii B set, the marauders would have at least two feedings and one sleep. If they continued to move north, the captives were doomed to a life of slavery. A short life, in most cases. The human, even shorter, as they’d set him off on his own, before they continued on. They’d tracked him, kill him, and be on their way. It was routine, what they lived for. Find prey that could put up a fight, and hunt it.

Sedna had hundreds of non-indigenous species scattered across its massive continents, but no native ones. Humans, as the storytellers claimed, had been placed there a few generations earlier. Long enough to become acclimated, short time enough to remember where they came from. They were the only sentient species to give the Caeruleum a real challenge.

The standing stones marked the boundary of territory they claimed. She’d been looking for migration signs that signaled the start of spring, when the drama unfolded. Being familiar with the area, Taryn thought she had a fair to good chance of being able to sneak into the camp, and at least see if the human lived. After they ate, and well after they started into a sleep cycle. It would be up to him, if he would run or submit to his fate. Some males were particularly stupid, when it came to hiding from dangerous things.