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Busy Days, New Working Schedules and Book 3 – “The Bastard Line”.

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Those who have known me for a while now will certainly have noticed a huge upswing in my blogging activity in the last month or so, and I know there are some of you wondering how that extra effort impacts on current projects – namely Book Three in the Khekarian series, The Bastard Line.

While the last month has indeed been hectic, things are now settling into a routine that also accommodates my writing. I’m currently putting in six or seven hours into blogging, daily, which covers my morning in Australian (evening time in the USA). My afternoon and evening, then, while the Northern Hemisphere is sleeping, is spent with a further six or seven hours just writing the Khekarian series.

This is beginning to work wonderfully. So, please know, I’m back into the manuscript, I’m enjoying it, I’m editing as I go, and writing onward. It’s exciting to be back at work with this story and I’m thrilled with what I have so far.

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MEETING THE MURDERER – From The Khekarian Threat, out now on Amazon.

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“Guess you forgot.” There was a lazy smile in the tone of his response, but Aleisha pivoted in shock at the sound of Sturn’s voice.

She was not expecting this, not expecting him so suddenly there.

He was tall and strong and, yes, the other Khekarian. She hadn’t seen that in her experience, she had thought then the killer was Terran, but this was the same man clearly enough. Same strong physique, same height, same face – goddamn –  same impact of his energy, too. Too forceful, too vital, too much.

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What if we Explored Space – and Found it Already Taken?

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What if we Explored Space – and Found it Already Taken?

What if we established ourselves out there and discovered that we are the smallest and weakest civilization there is?

What if we colonized alongside two giant empires hell bent on destroying each other?

What if we had something on one of our worlds that would tip the balance in favor of one side or the other and enable one empire to dominate the galaxy.

All of it.

Including us.

What if both sides knew?

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Eddies of Astral Light and Form – From The Khekarian Threat, out now on Amazon.

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Thain did not understand the melodious sing-song chirp of mammalian communication, but he watched the pretty patterns form around their heads as the old male and the young female spoke together. Some patterns lived but briefly, others lingered and grew, creating future paths for these strange and alien creatures.

The astral impinged upon both the dense physical plane and his own lighter etheric realm where life was as easily influenced by thought and emotion. In either world, the forms and shapes and pretty colors escaped direct observation. If he truly entered this densest sphere, the physical, the pastel thought designs would disappear and these creatures would become plain and mundane, mostly ugly and clumsy to his eye. If he transitioned to his own realm, he again lost the astral pictures and perception of this world, too.

It was the hues and structure of these astral prototypes that informed him most clearly what their communication was about, although some of the imagery was easier to read than others. The traveling group he had accompanied for half a year thought a lot about eating and a lot about mating. It was not offensive, the members being young people full of life and hunger. Some of them thought about mating nearly all the time.

All thoughts presented pictures. Some thoughts were light and brought laughter. Other thoughts were dark and brought menace.

With the endless patience of his kind, Thain observed the emotions in this room as they sparked and drifted in colorful array, pumping out great swathes of tints and form as the two talked, beautiful eddies breaking away into swirls and ribbons, active for a time in their own right before dissipating. The constants stayed. Renewed thought grew stronger, thicker, denser, building up the colors of the aura into often magnificent rainbows of intent and function.

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There’ll Be a Body – From The Khekarian Threat, out now on Amazon.

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“Maybe you picked up on something else. Did you consider that?”

His words produced another moment of reflection. “Not connected to the team at all?” She wondered if that was possible and was momentarily heartened. “Is there a maniac on the loose?”

“Not that I’m aware of.”

“There’ll be a body.”

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Writing-writing.

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There’s writing and then there’s, you know, writing-writing, important writing, manuscript writing, the Real Stuff.

Apart from the occasional day when I deliberately step back from EVERYTHING to do with writing, I judge the success of my day by my page count. Writing-writing, that is.

It counts for nothing if I did the laundry, stacked the wood, washed the car or painted a room. It matters not one iota if I scrubbed out the bathroom or vacuumed the floors. I don’t care if I end the day muscle sore and tired from physical labor – Yes, it’s good to have those chores done, but “What have I done today?” still gets answered, “Nothing!” unless I can include a page count.

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ALIEN-NATIVE OF ZUMARIDI – From The Khekarian Threat, now available on Amazon.

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He looked reptilian to her. He had no hair, no fur, no eyelashes, yet his face was streaked with highlighting that added mammalian warmth and mammalian expression. Aleisha didn’t know what she was seeing.

Clearly of a primitive society, his clothing was a broad strip of cloth, although the drape of material that wrapped between his legs and around his waist was folded and tucked to a meticulous design. It was the color of shadows – he was the color of shadows, an interesting mix of browns and reds and charcoal.

His eyes captivated her, the one feature that stole  her breath away. They were large. They were expressive. Soft eyes currently frowning, they did not look reptilian at all. Intelligent eyes, Aleisha thought, eyes with streaks over the lids, giving them natural mascara, eyes with depth and feeling. Cougar eyes. The irises were russet, the vertical slits of his pupils narrow black lines.

It took just a moment to take all this in, a moment to feel awe at his presence, then Aleisha realized why her heart pounded with fear. She was seeing him clearly enough and he was also seeing her, staring at her, which was simply not possible. Aleisha wasn’t present – her perception was, but not her body. She gave him nothing to focus on.

The murderer was still occupied, now lowering himself with the woman’s body, wrapped up in the odor and the color of her life-blood. How could he not notice such a towering presence right beside him?

There was no time to work it out. The alien-native’s stare was fixed on Aleisha and he came forward, moving with sudden purposeful intent, stepping through both corpse and killer. Speeding forward now, he surprised her afresh, literally melting from her view.

Color washed from him first, becoming shades of grey before disappearing altogether, immediately followed by form. Line and shadow faded into nothingness.

The experience ended in that confusion, dropping Aleisha back into physical plane limitations.

Quaking, still leaning forward, a hand over her heart, she blinked, then breathed deeply, trying to fathom meaning.

What was he, a ghost?

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Teleporter as a Tether?

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Who’d have thought! It’s as efficient as a manacle – the teleporter locked on Aleisha’s wrist makes it impossible for her to escape the pioneering road team determined to sell her to the Khekarians.

She can run if she wants to, but they’ll just bring her back again.

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ALIEN WATCHING! From The Khekarian Threat, now out on Amazon.

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The experience should be finished now. Aleisha’s frown deepened when she realized the connection wasn’t fading, that something else was keeping her there. A strength tugged at her awareness, close to the victim.

Someone was looking at her. Not the killer, someone else. Something else. She could see him clearly now. He wasn’t Terran. He wasn’t Khekarian or Chiddran.

Terrans and Khekarians had just about everything in common and were believed to come from a single source. The Chiddran, also humanoid, were dissimilar and quite distinctive. All were mammal.

This species was something quite different.

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A Bastard in More Ways than One.

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Aleisha had no idea what she was walking into. She had been accepted into a team and had finally arrived on one of the wilderness planets at the distant edge of Terran space colonization. It hadn’t occurred to her that there might be danger waiting.

It crashed in on her unexpectedly before she ever met the team. Proximity allowed a psychic connection just as the murder took place. After that, it was just all too late.

Why is it that people think if a psychic doesn’t see everything, that they can’t see anything?! Aleisha is not believed and, in the team itself, her talents are dismissed by everyone except the very person she needs to escape, the very one who brought her here precisely so he could use her – Sturn, a killer, a Khekarian, an exiled prince and a bastard in more ways than one.

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