Wednesday, March 29, 2017

WIP Wednesday - Clans of Kalquor 11: Alien Revolt









A small figure wearing a brown uniform and striding with purpose towards him caught his attention. He recognized the woman weaving in and out of the knots of people making their way through the ship. Piras knew she recognized him too—not surprising given he was one of two Kalquorians in her path. At least this time she paid attention to where she was going. She skirted around him with no greeting, but she did give him a side-eyed stare.
              Piras remembered he was supposed to dislike Earthers until he saw her name tag. He froze and twisted around. He ignored Mostar’s scowl.
              “Nath?”
              She swerved to stop close to the wall, staying out of the way of traffic. Her suspicious glare was as fierce as a Nobek’s as she faced Piras. It didn’t discount her dainty features, though the almost irate look didn’t fit them. Piras wondered how she looked when she smiled, but he appreciated that she didn’t appear cowed by him or scarred Mostar, who always looked like he suspected foul play.
              Her voice was firm too. Steady. Unafraid. “Yes, Kalquorian?”
              “You are related to General Nath? His daughter, perhaps?” Piras knew he was attracting the wrong kind of attention by those who passed, but he burned with curiosity.
              The Nath woman was no more impressed with the stares of her fellow Earthers than she was with Piras and his guard. She aimed her ill-tempered glare at those who spared the slightest glance before answering. “What of it?”
              Piras knew he couldn’t appear too friendly, but he thought the more he knew about the general and his personal life, the more it might give him an edge. He adopted an even tone that hinted at no particular mood. “I was just curious. After working with your father today, I’m most impressed. He is an excellent officer.”
              The voltage went down in her glower. Her frown eased a touch, though she did not smile. “Did it cost you much to admit that about an Earther…Admiral, is it?”
              He dipped a slight bow. “Piras. Probably as much as it would cost the general to compliment me, if he found reason to do so. Excuse my prying.” He couldn’t resist adding, “And watch where you’re going, Matara.”
              The corners of her mouth edged upward, and her dark brown eyes twinkled at the reminder of their last meeting. Having scored the small victory, Piras nodded to her and turned to follow the silently waiting Mostar, who regarded him with the mistrustful look that was the man’s resting expression.
              Her voice followed him, dropped so low that he doubted any of the passing Earthers heard her. He heard her however. “Don’t run anyone down, Admiral.”
              Piras gave no sign he’d caught the sally. He walked on, suppressing a smile.

Releasing Summer 2017

Friday, March 24, 2017

Question of the Week

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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Wednesday, March 22, 2017

WIP Wednesday - Clans of Kalquor 11: Alien Revolt









              “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.”
              “I understand.”
              “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.

Releasing Summer 2017

Friday, March 17, 2017

Question of the Week

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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Wednesday, March 15, 2017

WIP Wednesday - Clans of Kalquor 11: Alien Revolt



              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.

Releasing Summer 2017