Ones Who Can Choose Weekend Writing Warriors

Here’s the link to the Weekend Writing Warriors central page, so you can visit all the participants sharing excerpts today…A WeWriWa buttonfun way to sample new books and find new writers!

We’re onto a new story of mine, a WIP that still needs a lot of work. Mark, an ex-Special Forces soldier in the Sectors, has been hired by the Outlier Empress to rescue a kidnap victim who’s been taken to the border planet Freemarket, where anything goes and the authorities are usually hands off. Kind of like Las Vegas…he’s broken into the house of  Barent Kliin, the kidnapper, persuaded Alessandra to go with him and fled in a stolen car, pursued by the bad guys and the planetary police. They collided with a cargo hauler…Mark knocked the driver out and assisted Alessandra from their wrecked vehicle, after which the couple flee into the crowded marketplace but are now trapped…until a strange little being showed up, offering to help…having no choice, Mark and Sandy flee with the creature and fall into a tent. The owner of the tent is an extremely mysterious being, who prevented him from shooting at their pursuers. Last week she created a timer made of two bubbles, one filled with bits of gold.

I’ve skipped a little chat between Mark and Sandy, and some minor stage business as they decide to follow Lajollae. Now we’re in the tent’s second chamber and she’s talking to Mark:

Lajollae focused on him, her lavender face unnaturally long. Even the diamond-shaped pupils of her eyes were lavender. “I’m the servant of Ones who came before, setting me to follow my appointed rounds through their domain, to provide the amusement of Travel. My masters are gone eons ago, to an existence you could never fathom, young race that you are. But I was left carelessly discarded, with no choice but to keep to my route.You aren’t what the Globes were created for, true.” She shook her head, as if this was a great tragedy. “But if the Nelafinari bring you to me, then I can serve –  you’re marked as ones who can Choose.”

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Outside Their Existence Weekend Writing Warriors

WeWriWa buttonHere’s the link to the Weekend Writing Warriors central page, so you can visit all the participants sharing excerpts today…A fun way to sample new books and find new writers!

We’re onto a new story of mine, a WIP that still needs a lot of work. Mark, an ex-Special Forces soldier in the Sectors, has been hired by the Outlier Empress to rescue a kidnap victim who’s been taken to the border planet Freemarket, where anything goes and the authorities are usually hands off. Kind of like Las Vegas…he’s broken into the house of  Barent Kliin, the kidnapper, persuaded Alessandra to go with him and fled in a stolen car, pursued by the bad guys and the planetary police. They collided with a cargo hauler…Mark knocked the driver out and assisted Alessandra from their wrecked vehicle, after which the couple flee into the crowded marketplace but are now trapped…until a strange little being showed up, offering to help…having no choice, Mark and Sandy flee with the creature and fall into a tent. Last week the owner of the tent greeted them as being “travelers”.

Mark couldn’t decide if they were in more danger from their pursuers outside or from this uncanny new player. 

            A second group of Kliin’s mercenaries and local police ran by, two men stopping to stare into the tent where Mark stood. Cursing under his breath, he shoved Sandy behind him and aimed his blaster at the nearest man.

            “Do not.”  The woman who’d greeted them was standing at his side, although he hadn’t seen her move. She’d wrapped one slender, seven fingered hand around the barrel of  his M27 , pushing the weapon aside, despite his resistance. “They can’t see us, we’re outside their existence. For now.”

On a totally different note, Dear Author has reviewed Wreck of the Nebula Dream and given it a B! I mention that here because I’ve excerpted that novel for WeWriWa and also so many of you have been kind enough to read it as well….WHEE!!!!!

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Travelers to Where? Weekend Writing Warriors

WeWriWa buttonHere’s the link to the Weekend Writing Warriors central page, so you can visit all the participants sharing excerpts today…A fun way to sample new books and find new writers!

We’re onto a new story of mine, a WIP that still needs a lot of work. Mark, an ex-Special Forces soldier in the Sectors, has been hired by the Outlier Empress to rescue a kidnap victim who’s been taken to the border planet Freemarket, where anything goes and the authorities are usually hands off. Kind of like Las Vegas…he’s broken into the house of  Barent Kliin, the kidnapper, persuaded Alessandra to go with him and fled in a stolen car, pursued by the bad guys and the planetary police. They collided with a cargo hauler…Mark knocked the driver out and assisted Alessandra from their wrecked vehicle, after which the couple flee into the crowded marketplace but are now trapped…until a strange little being showed up, offering to help…having no choice, Mark and Sandy flee with the creature and fall into a tent:

           Mark stood and reached to help Sandy regain her feet, relieving her of the heavy bag. She staggered as soon as she put her weight on the knee she’d twisted escaping the wrecked groundcar. 

          “Welcome,” said someone from deep in the recesses of the tent.

           Still supporting Sandy, trying to shield her from whoever was behind them, Mark turned.

            A veiled woman, dressed head to toe in shimmering lavender, was standing a few feet away, as if guarding the entrance to the second, larger room Mark glimpsed.

            “I’m sorry we’re intruding,” Sandy said breathlessly in between panting breaths. “The little – the sentient thought you could help us.”

            “The Nelafinari are never wrong in their assessment of travelers,” their hostess answered, putting a special emphasis on the last word.

Note from me: Life changing decisions to be made by Mark and Sandy shortly. We’ll keep going with the scene next week.

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