It’s done! Kind of….

I’m sorry for pulling the submarine act on you. I’ve been rushing to finish the first draft of my science fiction experiment. My test-tube baby weighs in at just shy of twenty nine thousand words. I know she is small, but at this point in time, she is still just a novella. I am debating whether I should free her from the tubes, polish her, and then let her run free as the short, sleek, tiny tale she is. Or if I should extend the plotline and let her mature into a full-grown novel. Thoughts?

Anyway, here is one of the final scenes of Burning Bridges. I apologize for its rough state, but little Cleo wants to play 🙂

In Luna’s holding station the Lady Diana, it was time for the hunt. Lilliane had been hunting with Becca and Cleo for about a week. She quickly grew accustomed to her specialized gear and mastered her gauntlet’s non-verbal, fine motor controls. She’s even memorized the ritual words Lemon insisted they use prior to each kill.

They soon found their quarry. He was in the shadows, bent over his victim, his blade still dripping with blood. The three of them stepped into the pool of flickering fluorescent light. Lilliane caught Hecuba’s gaze, grinned and cleared her throat to get the quarry’s attention. Only the decent thing to do. He’s already dead and doesn’t even know it.

He jerked his head up at the sound. 

“You know, murder is frowned upon by civilized society,” Hecuba said in her low, mellow voice.

“The slaughter of innocents is traditionally considered especially heinous.” Lilliane stretched her arms and yawned. The work is stimulating and highly rewarding. But the hours are terrible.

“And who will stop me?” He rose and stepped into the light. “Three little girls?” He scoffed. An ugly leer snaked its way across his pock-marked face. “I must’ve been a very good boy. I’ve got me three little lambs for the slaughter.”

“You should be afraid. Sweating bullets.” Hecuba flexed her arm, a humorless smile on her face. A glowing scorpion flail slipped out of her gauntlet.

“Pissing in your boots—” Lilliane made a similar movement, with similar effects.

“And in your pants, you’d—” Cleo stopped short and stomped her foot. “Scat, I’ve messed it up.”

“It’s okay, Cleo,” Lilliane said. The head scorpion on her flail twined around her form. “I think he’s got the idea.”

“Can I have him, please?” Cleo practically vibrated in her excitement.

Hecuba bent her head, lines of hesitation on her face. “Cleo—”

“You had the last one. I should have this one. I won’t mess it up. I’ll even say the words right. Pleeeease?” Her voice rose in a whine.

Hecuba caught Lilliane’s gaze, eyebrow arched in silent enquiry. Lilliane shrugged. Why not?

Cleo giggled and flicked her gaze back to their quarry.

“You should fear us because we are vengeance incarnate,” Cleo chanted the ritual words in her piping child’s voice. She flexed her arm. The electronic scorpion flail slipped out of her gauntlet and hovered to her eye level, weaving back and forth like something truly alive. She cocked her head at him, a beatific smile on her face. “You’ve victimized innocents.” The smile dropped away. Her dark eyes glittered with cold fury. “We claim a blood-debt on their behalf.” She flicked her wrist. The flail snaked forward, landed on his cheek with the gentleness of a lover’s caress, and bestowed on him its lethal kiss.

Cleo watched his death throes for a few moments in rapt attention before turning back to Lilliane and Hecuba. “That’s the last, right? I’m hungry. Can we get something to eat?”

Lilliane reached out and ruffled the dark curls on the little girl’s head. “Sure, Cleo. Let’s go.”


Becoming NADIA – a review

I finished reading Mr. Cyrus Keith’s debut novel Becoming NADIA a few months ago. In hardcopy. Although “devoured” might be a more accurate term since I read it all, cover to cover, in under 18 hours. I wrote this review within an hour of completing my first read through of the novel.

I was sitting in front of the computer, legs tucked under me, inhaling the deliciously complex bouquet of my steaming Kopi Luwak and wondering how on earth I could put my thoughts about Mr. Keith’s debut novel into words. And then I did. Or, at least, tried to. So here it is, the review I wrote all those months ago. Yes, posting of this review is long, long overdue.

Put simply: I love it. It’s beautifully written, peppered with clever turns of phrase, a highly-engaging plot line and populated by fascinating, multi-dimensional characters. 

My only regret is that I did not purchase 2 copies. If I had, then I can dive back for a re-read right now this very second, to catch any and all subtle nuances I might have missed. As it stands now, I must practice self-control and put my hardcopy on the shelf so it can ‘rest’. I must not damage the spine 🙂

I am looking forward to purchasing and reading (devouring) the rest of the trilogy as soon as they become available in hardcopy. 

Excellent work, Mr. Keith. Do keep the novels coming.

I think Unalive will soon be available in hard copy. Cue visual of me rubbing my hands together in glee 🙂 I can’t wait for Critical Mass to also be in hard copy. What can I say, I love the smell of books. And I’ll finally know how it all ends 😀

Do pop by Mr. Keith’s cyberhome for a cuppa e-joe and a bit of natter.

Oh, and I probably should mention that I bought my beloved copy of NADIA here.

Thanks for dropping by, do stay well and remember to have fun out there 😀