Q: How do the international Clan of Kalquor books differ from the American versions? Are there added scenes?
A: The only real difference between the two versions are British vs. U.S. spellings. For example: colour instead of color, realise instead of realize. And of course, the different cover art. International sales for the Clans of Kalquor series are handled by Totally Bound Publishing, which is based in the U.K. I continue to self-publish the U.S. versions.
That's the only difference. There are no added (and no missing) scenes in the international versions.
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Thursday, March 23, 2017
Wednesday, March 22, 2017
“You plan to take custody of the Earthers and hybrids once we have claimed Haven?” Piras asked. He knew the answer to that, but he wanted specific information as to Copeland’s plans for those innocent civilians, mostly women and children.
Copeland’s tranquil smile morphed into a sorrowful expression. “They must be brought before me to face judgment for their sins. For their brazen disregard for what is sacred.” He sighed, as if disappointed. “You must understand I do not wish to be harsh. It is always painful to punish them, even for their wicked deeds. I love my children, but transgressions against me must be dealt with…severely.”
“With your help, we shall burn away their sins to cleanse the universe of their evil. We will purge not just your empire, but all of creation of the abomination of our races mixing.”
It was clear to Piras that Copeland was talking extermination. Like the Basma, he was determined to slaughter people for the crime of falling in love and having children. Two different men from two different cultures had arrived at the same murderous plot.
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Monday, March 20, 2017
Friday, March 17, 2017
Q: The Clan Beginnings books have really captured my imagination. I was wondering though, after they clan a Matara do they continue to have relations with each other? They seem to be so caught up with each other, I find it hard to believe that they just let it go.
A: The men continue to enjoy each others' intimate company. In the regular series, they're just so excited with their new Mataras that the manlove falls to the wayside for a bit. Also, over half of the Clans of Kalquor readers do not want to read male-with-male sexual situations. Therefore, these scenes do not make it into the main series.
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Thursday, March 16, 2017
Wednesday, March 15, 2017
Piras and Kila stepped up to the bottom of the dais. Piras’s sensitive sense of smell caught a whiff of a sweetish cologne that overlaid the sour odor of unwashed skin. He bowed in the traditional Kalquorian greeting to Copeland and the two men standing at his right. “Greetings, Holy Leader Copeland. I am Admiral Piras and this is the captain of my flagship, Nobek Kila.”
Copeland inclined his head, his smile benign. “Welcome, Piras and Kila. Dramok Sitrel has told me much of your bravery and ability to command your fellow Kalquorians. We are delighted to have you assist our holy war.”
Holy war? Was he serious? Earth was a dead rock in space, its people scattered among colonies, space stations, and the few ships that had escaped the war. Copeland and the Earther battlecruisers that remained loyal to him were now employed to help the Basma’s war against the Empire.
Piras shot a look at the Kalquorian standing next to Copeland. He’d recognized the narrow visage of Dramok Sitrel right away, the man who was the Basma’s right hand…and apparent representative for this part of the rebel fleet.
Sitrel bowed to Piras, his stark features pulled into an expression of irritation. In a placatory tone, he said, “We are delighted to help each other achieve our disparate but compatible ends. It is good to see you, Admiral.”
“At last, we make our personal acquaintance, Dramok Sitrel.” Piras was not about express delight at the meeting. The sight of the man with his beaklike nose and haughty demeanor made him want to give his fist a personal acquaintance with Sitrel’s face. Unfortunately, cratering that thin-lipped traitor’s features would make no better an impression than cracking Copeland’s skull open.
Such a pity.
Unaware of Piras’s fantasy of an impromptu face rearrangement, Sitrel managed a smile. With his long black hair pulled tightly back in a braid, it was like looking at a death’s head. “Your report on how you escaped Kalquor when you were found out as a spy has our forces very excited. How incredible that one vessel should remain mostly unscathed after fighting your way out of a cordon of the empire’s best destroyers. I told the Holy Leader that you should have been annihilated, but came away with only minor damage.”
Piras gave him a modest smile. “All the credit goes to Captain Kila and his engineering crew. Their upgrades to the ship made all the difference.”
Avarice lit Sitrel’s eyes. “Upgrades I hope you will share with the rest of us?”
Piras looked to Kila, who had managed to tone down his usual smirk to a politer version. “Certainly. Along with the training to handle such power. It does take a careful, judicious touch.”
Piras barely restrained a snort. Kila was not known for being careful by any means with speed or power.
And there was no way in hell they were giving the Basma’s fleet any of the secrets that made Kila’s destroyer so dangerous.
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Monday, March 13, 2017
Wednesday, March 8, 2017
Piras clenched his fists in irritation as he replayed his reaction to the young woman he’d almost run over moments before. He spoke to Kila in Kalquorian. “Fuck. I damned near exposed us just now.”
His subordinate and Nobek turned his eternal smirk on him. “Try not to worry about it. Pretty faces distract me too. You know I can’t think straight around you.”
Piras’s scowl deepened and he shot his clanmate of a few weeks a warning look. “Stop your playing. I’m serious, Kila. The moment I realized I’d nearly run over a woman, I nearly bowed and begged her to let me make up for my inattention.” He shook his head and thought about punching one the dingy wall he passed. “I swear, sometimes I think I’m the worst spy in the fleet.”
“You’re not. What you are is a perfectionist who doesn’t accept anyone’s dumb-assery, least of all, your own.” Kila’s mocking grin deepened. “Don’t worry; I’ll be glad to punish you for the lapse later.”
The word punish had an instant effect on Piras. His groin gave a throb of excitement, which pissed him off all the more. “Don’t tease me when we’re about to deal with Browning Copeland, or I’ll punish you. Better yet, I’ll have Lokmi do it.”
Kila growled low in his throat, but his smile never wavered. “Maybe if I’m a good boy and give him the upper hand, he’ll agree to join our clan.”
Piras’s stomach lurched with want and hurt. Lokmi was the only Imdiko he could imagine joining his and Kila’s clan. The man was perfect for the two of them, the one person who could fit with their particular challenges. Unfortunately, Lokmi had significant issues of his own, problems that had thus far kept him from becoming their third.
Love had always been a hateful bastard, in Piras’s opinion. It would be so much easier if he could live without it, but he’d found he couldn’t. He needed Kila and Lokmi. It was as simple as that. At least he’d won the Nobek, though the struggle to do so had been a brutal one…not because of Kila, but because of Piras himself.
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