Monthly Archives: May 2013
Thanks for stopping by to read my science fiction romance Passages, as part of the SFR Brigade Presents.
Passages is a completed novel. The first two chapters are featured under ‘My Novels’ in the bar above and I’ve just updated a few recent changes. Here’s an excerpt from Chapter Two, in the heroine Eve’s POV, during a tense discussion with her electorg run-mate, Evard.
He cleared his throat. “Once they give us the transfer location, I’ll set up another of my Conducer shortcuts so you can visit here easily.”
I wiped my fingertips over my eyes. “Thanks for the offer, but I’d rather not risk your illegal shortcuts.”
“Illegal doesn’t mean impossible, and if it’s possible, it’s permissible.” His blue eyes sparkled. “Why would Basic-runs like us be equipped with the same hardware as the Elite-run ministers if not to use the circuits?”
Not this again. I pushed off of Evard’s chest before he launched into his favorite topic of restricted electronics. “The Docga limit our use of them, same as they’ve allowed this new batch of ministers to place us B-runs at their beck and call. What’s the point of settling into a home and career in my so-called second life if I’m forced to leave?” I poked him in the shoulder before leaning on a work island. “Can you focus on something else, please? Like why a ‘new protocol’? What’s that about?”
“Rather vague, I agree. And why ban travel? Previous ministers didn’t when the Leads traveled for those ridiculous morale-boosting seminars.”
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I’m pleased to share a snippet from my SFR, Passages. Quinn, the hero, is also getting used to having—and placating—his bodyguard, an emotional woman only somewhat suited for the job.
I handed Taior his copy and shook his hand. “As promised we’ll do whatever we can to help, but I’m afraid we have an equally pressing problem if we’re to have the staff to help Aarde. Earlier Evard and I visited Dome—”
The others gasped, but Eve rounded on me. “How dare you leave without me.”
“Easy, Eve.” Evard stopped her with a hand to her shoulder. “Hear him out.”
She crossed my arms and stared at me.
“Evard was available to guard me. We avoided the Conducer guards by cross-leaping directly onto Level Two and used Lacuna to hide as we investigated.” I had to make her understand. “Time’s running short and you were down for repair. Besides…you wouldn’t have liked using Lacuna repeatedly. Evard did.”
Her lips pressed thin for a moment before she inclined her head. “Fine, you’re the minister. But…”
“But you made the decision in consideration of my feelings, function be damned, as Evard would say.”
Evard laughed. “In other words, she’s saying she feels bloody lucky.”
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Thank you for stopping by to check out my snippet from Passages, my science fiction romance…which may need a genre label shift. SF also stands for ‘speculative fiction,’ right? Seems my novel might fall into the ‘science fantasy’ genre. Still looking into it.
Anyhow, here we go: Quinn has never experienced small town life before, and now that he’s in hiding, it’s all he’s got.
I shot a glance at the blond girl slipping into her coat. Eyes closed, Eve rhythmically lifted the steaming cup to her lips. I sidled next to her and whispered, “She can’t tell anyone I’m here.”
Eve rolled her eyes. “Mylta, what’s the news this morning?” She raised the cup to her lips again.
“Winds gusting at a steady thirty with the moons tracking each other, so DeLentes should be within the day. The first kidding occurred last night at my brother’s, twin whites. They’re pleased,” she said with a grin.
“Goats,” Eve filled in.
Mylta continued, “The trade ship supplies arrived short on coffee—”
Evard groaned. “It’s that bloody under-planting policy they’re implementing.”
“—but I have secured your portion and Malk assures me the ship will return in three weeks rather than the usual two.”
The local gossip was too tedious for my liking. I caught Eve’s eye. She took another sip of coffee before asking, “Anything else, Mylta?”
“Yes, the last concerns a stranger in town. Two boys saw the scruffy young man with dark curly hair stow away in one of the lifeboats on the trade ship. Appears he arrived and left the same day. Alone, everyone agrees. Will that be all, Miss?”
“Yes. Be sure to stock in extra for our guests.”
Mylta left and Eve shrugged in answer to my raised brow. “You were never here.” She took a long draught of coffee.
“Still aren’t,” laughed Evard.
I rounded on him. “You—you arranged this while we were gone. But you can’t get an entire town to lie.”
“Care to place a bet on that?” He plopped into his chair, ripped a muffin in half and dunked one side into his coffee. Eating it, he eyed Eve. She studied him, the coffee finally forgotten as she chewed her lip. This explanation was going to be good.
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Another week, another bit of Passages, my science fiction romance.
When Quinn finally finds his missing ‘brother’, he discovers those memories of their fights weren’t exaggerated. Eve is afraid she might have to put her bodyguard function to use.
“That’s not the only detail you left out,” Quil snapped. “Why wasn’t I told the Cavvert lab vats had been converted to grow crystals?”
The tenor of the room changed with that one remark and Quil’s reddening checks.
“I didn’t?” Quinn frowned. “But I told you about the boxes on my way up the stairs.”
Evard cleared his throat. “I’m only getting the full story now myself.”
His effort at easing the neglect earned a glare from Quil. “Maybe you didn’t need details but I did. I’m the one working on the hornwort.” He swung back to Quinn. “Didn’t you think my efforts warranted a mention that crystals had replaced hornwort in those vats?”
I edged out of my seat. Evangeline gave my hand a squeeze before letting go. I moved up beside Evard, shutting my gift away to avoid a repeat swamping by Quil’s intense anger.
Quinn noted my position with a glance, but gave his controlled attention to Quil. “How did you think they were getting them?”
Quil threw up his arms. “I assumed the guards were breaking off crystals or pick-axing them out of the rock. Isn’t that what goes on in underground mining? And after I’ve run three megabytes of hornwort data through not one but four versions of analysis to give us the best possible comparisons on the six most rapidly changing lab results, I hear the worst lab hasn’t been functional for weeks. More likely, it’s been down the entire two and a half months we’ve been here. And all you spare time for is her rather than your duties when you dashed through.” His flashing eyes flicked to me for a second before returning to Quinn.
Quaene stepped forward. “Of course we see to our people first.”
“Except we have a minister who makes a habit of seeing to his women before considering—”
“Look, just get over it already,” barked Quinn. “I was worried about Eve. A head wound—”
“She’s a ‘torg for god’s sake. We’re repairable—”
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