Friday, August 17, 2018

Friday Fiver Challenge

The challenge: here are five sentences from a fifth chapter. The excerpts can come from any story in the Kalquor universe. Test your knowledge and name that book:


  Ancestors, what he wouldn’t give to feel lonely right now. He hadn’t understood how good he’d had it.
   He poured himself another drink. It was a wonderful bottle of bohut, fine enough that he would normally save it for company. Company that seldom came. 

Thursday, August 16, 2018

TBT: Clan, Honor and Empire








“Excuse me?”

Rajhir didn’t look up as a shadow fell over his desk.  He sighed tiredly.  “Councilman Ospar is not looking for an aide.”

“Oh, well, I don’t want to be an aide.”

Rajhir looked up.  And up.  And up.  

Standing in front of his drive-littered desk was the biggest man he’d ever seen.  At six-foot-seven, Rajhir was not a small specimen himself, but this fellow easily topped seven feet.  It wasn’t just height either; the man was bulky with muscle.  He looked as if he could knock over mountains.

Completely at odds with the massive mountain-breaking body was the open, sweet face that topped it.  The man might have been gargantuan, but he was definitely of the gentle Imdiko breed.  The broad face looking down at Rajhir wore a sunny smile and wide, purple eyes that twinkled.

Rajhir realized he gaped at the young colossus.  He blinked a couple of times and said, “My apologies.  It’s open applicant day for all the new councilmen, so I assumed – damn, you are the biggest thing I’ve ever seen.”

The Imdiko reddened and looked away.  “Yeah, I get that a lot.”

Rajhir shook himself and stood.  He bowed to the other man.  “I’m being rude, and I beg your pardon for it.  I’m Councilman Ospar’s aide, Dramok Rajhir.  How can I help you—?”

“Flencik.  Dr. Flencik.” 


Wednesday, August 15, 2018

WIP Wednesday - Clan Companions: Joseph


When Almon’s smiling face slid into view, Joseph realized he’d been turning in a mesmerized circle, taking in the view like a tourist. He flushed and dropped his gaze to his feet, in their shining new black boots with traction soles—a good idea in a mountainous region.
              “How does it feel?” Almon’s rumbling voice was soft, like distant ocean waves.
              “Amazing. And terrifying.” Joseph had made a promise to himself to always tell the truth, especially to Almon. If things between them were to work out, he couldn’t hide the bad stuff, no matter how afraid he was. Admitting he was scared before the imperturbable warrior was embarrassing, but necessary to keep his vow. To minimize the potential sting, he quickly added, “I’m ready. Let’s get out of here.”
              “Shuttle pad’s this way.” If Joseph’s confession of fear bothered Almon, who saw himself as the Earther’s protector, he showed none of it. They fell into step side by side, heading to the flat area that served as visitors’ shuttle parking.
              Within seconds, they reached a small craft, fairly new and compact with a cockpit sporting seating for two and a small passenger cabin that could fit another two people or a small amount of cargo. That was where Almon stored Joseph’s bin as the Earther settled in the co-pilot’s seat.
              He was fine until Almon started the shuttle’s humming engine. Almon was taking him to his home, where they would live together as a couple. All at once, Joseph slammed his hands on the armrests, gripping them in white-knuckled panic. “Wait. Just—I—wait.”
              He stared at the psychiatric center, housed in a massive cavern with its glass front twinkling from the brilliant sun, reflecting the snow-topped mountains before it. How could he leave its safety? His routine, planned out for him every day, reliable, known? Secure? 

No release date set.