Tomorrow is the big day. My latest novel, The Falleran, will officially be released on the Secret Cravings Website. I’m excited – well obviously – not just because I poured my heart into another story about to come to life for others to read, but because I REALLY enjoyed writing this one. I loved writing The Oathbreaker’s Son, but I super-duper enjoyed this science fiction tale of survival and forbidden love.
Here’s the link if you want to buy the book and below is my wonderful cover art and an excerpt.
Have a great day all!
Holding the binoculars to his eyes, Roman searched the north edge of the colony for movement. As she emerged from the side of a wooden house, her long black hair glistened in the starlight, her eyes sparkling with an apparent fear. “No doubt about it. That must be Nijaya.”
“Why would she be out alone protecting her colony? Shouldn’t she have her guards out?”
“They have nothing to fear here, Zane. No one has found them. I’m told she is a proud woman devoted to her people. I bet she’s going out to look for the route.”
“Alone? That’s crazy.”
Roman smirked under the binoculars. “I think it’s rather courageous. She is most definitely a determined woman.”
“Judging by the battle gear she’s wearing, I’d say she’s not one to mess with!”
A few feet to their right, the leaves rustled. Roman ducked down, while Zane inched his body to the side of the tree. More crackling and snapped twigs followed. Roman’s heart pounded with the fear another schilos sniffed nearby, preparing to attack. He couldn’t possibly fend off one of the hideous beasts with his leg so badly injured. The antlers of a boisterous buck came through the trees just before his head appeared. Aware of their presence, the majestic animal continued carefully on his path, eyeing the possible threat the entire way.
As Roman relaxed, enjoying the sight of the gorgeous creature not often seen in his land, a swoosh came from deep in the valley. The animal dropped, an arrow embedded in his neck. Immediately the heat in the surrounding air made breathing difficult as the woman who had only a moment ago stood down in the valley now emerged right next to them. Her sudden appearance scared Zane enough he fell out of the tree, the sound of his body crashing to the ground diverting her attention to them. She crouched slightly, her hand firmly on the sword sheathed at her side.
With his hands held up in front of him, Roman stayed in place to keep from threatening her in any manner. “We mean you no harm.”
She ducked down, eyes peering through the foliage, apparently trying to get a better look at him. “Then come out here where I can address you face to face.” Her hand naturally remained on the sword.
Zane, on his knees crouched behind the tree, questioned him with his eyes. Roman motioned for him to follow. Carefully the two men came through the leaves of the magnolia tree. She watched them carefully, but once they were unhidden her eyes widened and she immediately bowed. She released the sword. “King Roman, I welcome you to our village.”
Her greeting shocked him. “You know who I am?”
“Rumors of your height—for a human—left me with no other deduction.” She held her position, gently bent at the waist.
He smiled. “As flattering as that may be, Nijaya, the bowing is not. Please do stand up. You are no less an important leader than I.”
Staring up at him, her head tilted. “You know me as well?”
“I do. Rumors of your beauty have also spread rapidly. Of course those tales also involve the brilliant black armor you wear so valiantly. Rarely do you find a mere villager roaming around a colony so early making sure all is well. I had no reason to doubt who you are.”
“You’ve been watching me?”
He put a hand back up to stave off any anger. “Only for a few moments. I believe I have something you may be looking for.”
There was a glint in her eyes. Roman sensed if she’d had pupils, they would have been mere slits about now. She had no reason to trust his kind. “What could you have that you feel we would need?” She turned to face the village. “As you can see, we do just fine on our own.”
“Yet you continue to steal supplies.”
As she spun back around, her hair whipped across the armor at her front, pattering like rain on a tin roof. Her back stiffened. “There are some things we cannot fashion for ourselves, but if the treaty—”
“The treaty is as foul as the characters who drafted it.” Roman took a step forward, his limp becoming obvious.
She looked down. “You’re hurt.”
“Never mind that now.”
Her gaze held fast to his knee. “We can discuss these other matters later. You need medical attention.” Darting off to her left, she disappeared into thin air.
Moving the tree limbs and brush around the area she had vanished, Zane hunted for Nijaya. “How do they do that?”
I know. It’s been a long time since my last blog post. Christmas sneaks up on you sometimes and the speed the days went by shocked me. I had a few days off, but felt like I never stepped away from work. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying a little time with my family though, so I definitely won’t apologize for focusing on them at my favourite time of year.
Now with Christmas and New Year’s behind us, a completed course in Illustrator, which I passed with flying colours (pats herself gently on the back), I have returned to writing! I sure missed my muses.
Good thing for the outline I wrote as I started my recent sci-fi, which I’ve named “The Falleran”. The name could change. I usually struggle with up to five titles before I pick one. My characters had been left at a crucial point in the story and it had been killing me to leave them there, but I had priorities above and beyond their needs. Since finding more time to attend to them in the last couple of weeks, I’ve brought them forward by about 5000 words. Should the story get published, I’ve crossed the threshold for print, which is what I strive for. E-books are great, but in Canada they are not as popular as in the US. Nearly everyone I know asked me when my last one would be out in print. I would say about a third of them had e-readers, but used them sparsely, preferring instead to hold a book in their hands.
So here is a little snippet of “The Falleran”. This is the start of Chapter One, after a Prologue which sets the stage for what happened in the year 2033. Please excuse any spelling or grammatical errors, as I’m literally in the first draft and I’m not watching for those issues while I pound the story out on the keyboard. The story is in the home stretch. If I can find time to keep focusing on it, I could have it done before the end of the month.
Roman sat bored in his chair while the man went on about his encounter. “It just disappeared into thin air!” The man waved his arms wildly as if he were reliving his story at that very moment.
“Why do you press this matter Xerin?” His indifference forced the young aid to stomp his foot like a frustrated child. Roman knew the young man was eager to please, but he was going about it the wrong way.
“Sir, we have to find them. They are a detriment to our society.” Xerin insisted, running his hands through thick blonde locks surely better served on a woman. With eyes as blue as his father had told him the oceans once were, Xerin caught the eye of many women in Truche. His reputation for being a ladies’ man was confined only by the fact he remained untouched below the belt by anyone recently other than his current interest.
“How so?” Roman rubbed his chin, feigning some interest in the debate.
“It’s not natural.”
“Sounds to me you have been on the other side of the mountains listening to the drivel the aliens preach.”
Xerin’s mouth dropped. “I have not!”
Roman laughed, his deep brown eyes flickering like deep topaz in a hint of sunlight reaching through a window high above them. He pulled away, pretending the intense light did not hurt. “Xerin, you mustn’t be so serious. Those eyes of yours will turn grey before your hair.”
Xerin pouted. “I would never…”
“I’m well aware of that.”
“King Roman, if I may ask, why are you so content to let these – these things – go on living? The Rhuka believe it is wrong.”
“Perhaps it is the Rhuka that are wrong.”
Xerin’s back straightened. “No. The Treaty says Human and Rhuka shall not mate. It’s against the law.”
“Laws made by Rhuka and Human. Old Mother Nature clearly had other plans.”
“It’s disgusting.” Xerin spat, crinkling his nose as if the very word caused an irreproachable stench to surround him.
Roman took in a breath just as Evander stepped out of the shadows. “Excuse me Roman, but I’m concerned about the time.”
His mouth still open, preparing to mouth words he had now forgotten, he brought his finger up, pointing at the aid. “Leave them Xerin. They are not a threat.”
“I have a prior engagement.” Roman began taking the steps down from the stage where he stood to address his troops. “I really cannot break this commitment in favour of further discussion on a matter that in my opinion is closed.”
I hope you enjoyed a little taste of what is to come from yours truly. I have three other projects yet to finish; two to be written and one I wrote prior to the publishing of “The Oathbreaker’s Son” that needs a little TLC. I want to edit the story so badly and have the story seen by the world.
Have a great day!