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SO SHE WOULD DIE NOW? – from the Khekarian Threat, out now on Amazon.

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So she would die now, and for what, for not cooperating? Words of protest tumbled into her mind, but none of them made it past her tongue. It was all too quick.

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BLOOD-LUST – from The Khekarian Threat, out now on Amazon.

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The knife was wet with blood, the handle slippery with it, the huge blade dark and crimson. He was splashed with its color, drenched with its odor. The coppery smell, warm and fresh, filled his nostrils and lungs, exciting him.

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BLOOD-LUST – from The Khekarian Threat, out now on Amazon.

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The knife was wet with blood, the handle slippery with it, the huge blade dark and crimson. He was splashed with its color, drenched with its odor. The coppery smell, warm and fresh, filled his nostrils and lungs, exciting him.

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The Old Man of Cenoth won’t believe her – From The Khekarian Threat, out now on Amazon.

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Charlie exhaled a sigh of mild annoyance. This child had seemed so level-headed when he met her. Excited, young, like a kid on Christmas morning, but sensible, too, a good head on her shoulders. Then came the nightmare and all the joy had gone out of her.

“If there is such a thing as a killer on the loose, what makes you think he will target you?”

“I don’t know. Fear maybe. This knife was, like, huge.”

“Personally, I think it was too much pepperoni on our pizza the night before.”

“Pepperoni?” Aleisha queried, her tone sharpening. With nimble grace and a burst of frustration she sprang up, arriving at his desk and landing in one of the chairs opposite him. “That is an insult, Charlie. Did you dream about him, too?”

“Don’t be silly, I don’t suffer from nightmares. Perhaps it was the cheese.”

“I know the difference between clairsentience and cheese! Anyway, I was wide awake.”

“You thought you were wide awake.”

“I know what wide awake is, Charlie. I was wide awake.”

“Not when it began, right?”

Yes, when it began.”

“You dreamt you were awake.”

She glowered at him. “Did I dream that I got out of bed, that I disturbed you and you came to find out what was wrong? We had mugs of hot cocoa, at what point did I really wake up? Wouldn’t I have gotten out of bed twice?”

Charlie tried a scowl of his own. “Okay, Oh Smart One. Why don’t you accept what an old man says and put all this worry behind you.”

“What about the alien-native? Didn’t that confirm the experience to you? They’re real, you said so.”

“I said no such thing! Anyway, you said it was a ghost.”

“And you said they had a reputation for appearing and disappearing.”

“Which doesn’t exactly make them real. They’re a myth.”

“I didn’t know about the myth, Charlie.”

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THE BLOOD AND THE MURDER AND THE PSYCHIC – From The Khekarian Threat, now out on Amazon.

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The knife was wet with blood, the handle slippery with it, the huge blade dark and crimson. He was splashed with its color, drenched with its odor. The coppery smell, warm and fresh, filled his nostrils and lungs, exciting him.

There came no warning. Clairsentient experience blasted Aleisha with horrifying abruptness, the great ugly weapon physically somewhere else, yet at the same time up beneath her ribcage, slicing her heart in two.

Tactile experience was always the worst part, the touch and feel of every sensation immersing her right into the action, but clairvoyance and clairaudience gave her sight and hearing, completing the experience for her. Aleisha knew the event was physically remote, but the real-time encounter didn’t feel remote at all. For the duration it was her flesh, her experience.

The knife had punched into the victim, panic slamming the woman, her heart slashed open so quickly that everything washed out. Splashed out. No time to feel the promise of death, no time even for pain.

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And then there was Blood

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There are two Khekarians with Stephen, two cold-blooded killers in his road team exploiting their isolation as they travel across vast tracks of wilderness territory on a world barely colonized.

 

Murder has happened and it’s not for the first time.

 

Sturn has no remorse. The woman annoyed him and now she’s gone, brutally butchered out there in the loneliness. No warning. No. time. No escape. Just the big ugly knife and her blood splashing out.

 

She was one of Stephen’s team members and there is nothing he can do about it.

 

The Khekarians have had control for a while now. They’ll only leave when they get what they want, which is a handful of exotic alien-natives that will give Sturn bargaining power to return home out of exile. Oh yes, and Aleisha, the new girl, the unfortunate young psychic Sturn thought might be useful.

 

Stephen will happily sell her if it means getting rid of the Khekarians.

 

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