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Monday, June 13, 2016

"Lake of Fire" by Lars Teeney

EXCERPT
Lake of Fire
(The Apostates Book 3)
by Lars Teeney


Lake of Fire is the third book in The Apostates series by Lars Teeney. The author stops by today to share an excerpt. Also available: New Megiddo Rising, The Apostates, and Remnants.


Description
Archon Greta Sanchez and Strategos Evan Nubia struggle to hold together the Manhattan Union, amid Acolyte Possession Attacks, factional strife, and Database cartel crimes, while Sister Consuela Grajales tries to provide spiritual guidance to the people after she has renounced violence. But, when the Acolyte Possessions threaten all of their families directly the former Apostates consult Simon Schrubb about this mysterious threat. Simon Schrubb directs them to seek out Paradise, a hypothetical super backup server that just may hold the key to the Acolytes. And so, they set off in an armored convoy across the radioactive city ruins and dead tree littered wastelands on their perilous quest.
Little do the Apostates know that Apedemak Nubia and his Nubian Braves fight for control of their home, Sulfur Springs, which is said to hold Paradise, against the Trinity, a being that somehow controls the Acolyte Horde. As the Nubians split up to search out allies east and west, the Republic of Ukiah finds unlikely allies in the Nubian Braves, and the former Prelate Ayane Inoguchi, who struggles to reconcile her past, while helping to defend the Republic from an all-out Chinese invasion of the West Coast.
But, amid all the chaos the Lake of Fire burns deep below the Earth and threatens to undue all labors to consume the world and usher all souls to Paradise in the name of the Trinity and the Proxy Messiah. 

Excerpt
The black Charger swerved on the highway due to three sizable craters that had recently been blown into the already rough pavement. The smart tires equipped on the Charger mitigated the shock. Ayane Inoguchi decided to pull off the ancient Highway when she caught sight of a weathered sign for Weed, California. Of course the pillars of smoke rising from just off the highway also captured her attention. As she drove down the main stretch of the town she could see that it had been sacked. Most of the structures had been blown apart, and bodies littered the street. She drove slowly along a block of shattered shanties. Ayane came upon a trading convoy with a cart and several pack mules, and it appeared their owner was scavenging for valuables in the rubble. When he noticed the Charger pull up he shot upright and pulled out a sidearm. Ayane slowly exited the Charger.
“Easy fellow, I don’t mean you any harm,” Ayane said.
“What do y’want? Get!” the weathered-faced man barked as he waved his gun.
“I just want to know what happened here. What’s your name?” Ayane asked.
“Name’s Tucker. The whole place has been blown to shit. I’m taking the opportunity to stock up. Now go find your own pile!” Tucker yelled, getting ever more agitated.
“Do you know who did this?” She asked.
“Hell if I know. Been seeing tons weird stuff: babbling cultists and men in armor blowin’ the hell out of towns,” Tucker growled as he rummaged through a pile of refuse.
“Anything else you can tell me?” Ayane pressed further.
“You’re a pushy broad, eh? I don’t know—some were displaying a red star,” Tucker muttered. Ayane knew what that meant. As a Prelate for the Church of New Megiddo, she had once pursued a target north to the very border of Chinese Alaska. There she had seen the Red Star of the Republic of China on border outposts. As she completed that thought she heard a gunshot, and the scavenging trader slumped over a rubbish pile, dead. Ayane’s instincts kicked in and she hunched down by the front fender of her Charger. The crackle of more gunfire rang out with bullets ricocheting off the armored body of the Charger.
Ayane willed the truck to pop open and she activated two of her drones via her neural implant. The drones ascended into the sky. They gathered visual data on her attackers. When the data was transferred back to her she could see that the assault consisted of a squadron of armored Chinese soldiers. She crawled to the rear of her Charger and snatched a “Zealot” combat rifle from the trunk. Then she sank back down behind the fender.
Suddenly, an explosion ripped through the debris pile not far from her. It tore through Tucker’s pack animals, sending limbs and hide skyward. Her ears rang from the pressure wave. She realized that they had a mortar and she was being shelled. Ayane could see that the Chinese were flanking her on two sides and she heard the discharge of another shell. Ayane willed the passenger side door to open and she dove in. Then she guided the car to start. The rear wheels peeled out and the Charger fishtailed as it accelerated, just before a shell impacted at the spot it had previously occupied. Ayane regained her bearings, and up ahead she could see an armored Chinese soldier readying a shoulder-fired missile. Ayane rolled the passenger-side window down and leaned out, aiming her “Zealot” rifle at the soldier. Before she could take the shot he fired the missile, which careened forward, leaving a vapor trail in its wake. Ayane willed the Charger to swerve just in time to dodge the missile, which continued onward to detonate against a tree trunk. Ayane returned fire, tagging the soldier several times in the chest and helmet. The impact was enough to knock the man back, but he struggled to regain his stance. Ayane did not give him the chance as the Charger collided head on with the armored soldier. Ayane watched the man disappear under the front end, but she felt the jolt of the tires running him over.
Onward the Charger sped. She reached the edge of town and decided to stop there, as she needed to reclaim her drones. She gathered more intelligence through one of the drones. Into her retinal H.U.D. the drone fed visual data. She could see that the Chinese soldiers were regrouping and attempting to mount another attack. Ayane directed the drones to attack. Small, multi-barreled, rotating guns were revealed on the underside of the disc-shaped drones, as they accelerated through the air. The two drones formed up and then opened fire, strafing the Chinese soldiers with thousands of rounds-per-minute unleashed against them. In some cases, the armor held up, but many of the shots found weak points in the armor, shattering limbs and tearing flesh. She thought that if they weren’t killed outright they would be immobilized.
Satisfied that the strafing attack made by her drones disrupted the Chinese assault, she recalled the drones. The flying discs came humming back to the rear of the Charger, where they landed and engaged small charging stations. She closed the truck and then sped off, taking the on-ramp back to the highway. Ayane wondered why the Chinese were invading, and more to the point, why they were killing and destroying everything in sight.
As Ayane pondered her next move, a piercing pain shot through her, and she began to hear a voice calling to her.
“You there, former Holy Warrior, the Trinity forgives you! Join us! Do the holy work you were born for!” the voice said. She could swear that she had heard the voice before, but all she wanted was for the intrusion to stop. Ayane gritted her teeth and resisted the strange force attempting to overtake her form.
“Get the fuck out of my head!” she screamed. Then, as quickly as it had begun, the presence in her mind was gone. Ayane felt relieved because she had resisted this high-tech demon’s attempted possession over her. Ayane wiped some sweat from her brow. She thought about how she had made this same trip from Portland into California some six years before, but during that time she was the pursuer and not pursued. Ayane felt a sense of hopelessness wash over her at the realization that the “possessed” were not the only threat that she faced. China had now invaded.
Ayane decided on sending out drones to gather aerial data ahead of her position on the highway. The truck flew open and two drones gained altitude and flew off ahead of her. Ayane then called up old maps which were then overlaid on her retinal H.U.D. She studied them and denoted which towns had been abandoned due to climate change or had been destroyed in wars. Having grown up in California she was fairly familiar with much of it. Ayane had heard news of a budding Republic near the Northern Coast: a place called Ukiah. She had heard that there was a thriving economy there based on trade, so she resolved that she would travel there to seek refuge, assuming that she would not be killed or possessed before that time.
[Want more? Click below to read a longer excerpt.]


Praise for the Book
"Political intrigue. Intense, badass sci-fi action. A mysterious and thrilling ride. This book started out a bit slow; each chapter focusing on a different set of characters and where they were in their lives. However, by the second half of the book, things really started to pick up and this book quickly transformed into a page-turner. It was if the author kept cranking and cranking the wheel, building up to the epic climax of the book. The ending left me speechless and astounded. Truly shocked. Lake of Fire is a great read and I recommend it to any lover of Sci-Fi action/thriller books." ~ BookAddict
"Lars Teeney did an amazing job with making all of the characters seem like real people with how they all had their own strengths, weaknesses, desires, and goals. The author also did an astounding job of allowing me to create a picture in my head of what was happening in the book. I really felt like I could understand and picture almost every scene like it was a movie. I would recommend this book to anyone who enjoyed the previous Apostate books." ~ Teah Mist

About the Author
Lars Teeney was born in Montana. After going to an art school in San Francisco, racking up insane student loans and working for years as a freelance designer for the start-up culture, he became burnt out. He abandoned the Bay Area for the Pacific North-west, where he could hike and bike to my heart's content. He has worked for a variety of technology companies and has a keen passion for politics, history, science and art.





Giveaway
Enter the Amazon giveaway for a chance to win a Kindle edition of Lake of Fire by Lars Teeney (US only; ends 22 June).

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Sunday, March 9, 2014

"The Jammer and the Blade" by DJ Edwardson

The Jammer and the Blade
by DJ Edwardson



Description
For Sun li the Code is more than a way of fighting; it’s a way of life. Truth, honor, faith: these are the true strengths of a warrior. But her beliefs are not enough to save her father from the wasting disease ravaging their planet.
The only hope for a cure lies in the hands of an underworld insider, whose price requires Sun li to follow him into a war between drone armies and cybernetically enhanced humans. There, she’ll need more than her energy blades and the Code to survive. Saving her father, and herself, may be a test of faith beyond anything she could have imagined. For, as the Code teaches, sometimes the most difficult battles are the ones we fight within.

Excerpt
Sun li stared at the freshly cut arcoiris flower. Its rainbow petals were still crisp and buoyant, their color undimmed even in the fading light of her father’s shop. It lay on the counter, a bright splash of nature amidst the brown, overcrowded shelves stuffed with tea boxes and packets of incense.
“So what’ll it be? Will you take the job or not?”
The man asking the question looked up at her from the other side of the counter. He wore a worn military vest that was black and gray with a silver diagonal stripe across the chest, but Sun li could tell he had never fought a day for the Delegation. Every soldier Sun li had ever seen was an auger, someone who had been physically augmented to be superior to ordinary humans. Some of them for speed, some for strength, some for other, darker purposes that only those high up in the Delegation knew about. Weapon implants, artificial limbs, enhanced senses, anything to give them an edge in the Delegation’s wars.
The man in front of her was no soldier. Her sister probably could have bested him without breaking one of her manicured nails. He was short, had bloodshot eyes and a nervous tick on the left side of his mouth. And as if there were any doubt, he reeked of gutrot, the undersider’s beverage of choice.
“I need some time to think it over,” Sun li replied, though she knew she didn’t have any time left.
She didn't want to take this job. The man hadn’t given her many details, but he had said the job would take them to Silenia. That was at least a day’s journey away and her father was far too sick for her to be away from him that long. Besides, she told herself, she wasn’t qualified for infiltrating a military installation. Most of her jobs had been on the back streets of Bracken, chasing dishonest merchants or hunting down undersiders who the Delegation had posted a reward for.
However, none of that mattered when she looked at the arcoiris. On the humid world of Kess, these rainbow-colored flowers were rarer than a day without rain, but somehow this low-life had gotten his hands on one. He was either fabulously rich or as desperate as she was. And judging from his soiled clothes and rancid breath, she had little doubt as to which of those was the case.
He grabbed the flower off the counter and unfastened his satchel. “Well, I’m sure I could always buy the services of some other blade with this,” he said. “So I’ll just take my business -”
“Wait,” she said, her hand darting out over the top of his. “I’ll take the job.”
The man gave her a curt nod. “Excellent,” he said, flipping his hand and allowing her to take the stem. “I knew there was a high probability you would accept my offer. I look forward to working with you.” He turned to leave, but she moved to cut him off.
“On one condition,” she said, staring at him with her dark, narrow eyes. “I don’t kill innocents.”
The man shrugged, “You won’t be killing any innocents on this job. I can promise you that.” He smoothed down the silver stripe on his coat as if that were some sort of sign that he would honor his word.
“All right, then,” she said. “You’ve got yourself a blade.”

Review
GREAT work; and very nicely written. I'm not even totally done with it yet, and I'm finding it a great deal at $2.99 folks. Sun Li has it rough, and seeing her try to get through things is pretty tense at times. Hope to read more!

Interview with the Author
Hi DJ, thanks for joining me today to discuss your new book, The Jammer and the Blade.
Which writers have influenced you the most?
I’d say principally the work of C. S. Lewis and J. R. R. Tolkien. I think you might have heard of them? Tolkien was the first fantasy I’ve ever read, and though I didn’t stumble upon Lewis until later in life, he had a huge impact on me. And I’m a fan not just of their fiction, but I have a deep respect for their non-fiction, particularly that of Lewis who was one of the most clear thinking writers of the twentieth century. A couple of essays which they wrote had a huge impact on me: specifically, “On Stories”, by Lewis and, “On Fairy Stories”, by Tolkien. Both of them were masters in their own way and I can only hope that their influence shows through in my writing.
What age group do you recommend your book for?
I actually read this book aloud to my family and based on their response I’d say about nine and up. There are some scary, tense moments, some battle scenes, things younger kids would probably find frightening, but other than that, I think it reads well for older kids on up.
What sparked the idea for this book?
I’ve had the main character in my head for many years and then one day the idea for the “mission” she gets hired for at the beginning of the book popped into my head and I just felt she would be perfect for it.
Which comes first? The character's story or the idea for the novel?
I think for me the idea almost always comes first, though in this case it was the character. But as I said before, I didn’t really have her in this story or even know much about her until I got the idea for the basic plot of the book.
What was the hardest part to write in this book?
The ending. I ended up re-writing it and I think it came out much better the second time. The original ending was shorter and too abrupt and I felt it just left too many questions unanswered. Going back and expanding it, I felt much better about it and hopefully the readers will as well!
How do you hope this book affects its readers?
I hope this book causes readers to reflect on the importance of family and faith, on the need to not stray from what you know is true.
How long did it take you to write this book?
You know, I think it was about three months all told, including the editing. The first draft went down very fast, but then the editing took longer than I had anticipated. Overall though, it came together pretty quickly.
What is your writing routine?
Hmm … I guess I start out with and outline and then once that’s down, I jump right in. I do almost no editing during the first draft, I just plow through until it’s finished. Then it’s just edit, edit, edit. It usually takes me three or four drafts before it’s ready to be read by anyone and then it’s off to beta-readers, more editing, and then finally off to the content editor and finally the line editor and boom - instant book! Ha ha, not really.
How did you get your book published?
I was submitting to literary agents for about a year and getting only form letter rejections. No one was really interested in my book. And one day I realized that I didn’t really want to work with any of these agents I was submitting to anyway. I didn’t like the books their other clients were writing, I was just doing this because that was how I was told the system worked. Then I read a post by an independent author about how she had published her book on her own and I started to consider that possibility. It took me another six months or so after that, but finally, after doing a lot of research and setting up a website and making a trailer for the book I took the plunge and published directly. And I don’t regret my decision one bit. I really like the creative control that being independently published gives me.
What advice do you have for someone who would like to become a published writer?
Write. Just put words on paper as fast as you can. Don’t worry if it’s terrible, just write until you are finished and then read it out loud. That is one of the best things you can do as you are revising it. That’s when you’ll know how good it is. And don’t beat yourself up if it isn’t perfect, just keep writing. You’ll get there. Just don’t stop.
Great advice, DJ. What do you like to do when you're not writing?
Spend time with my family, especially playing games. I try to exercise and stay in shape, but sometimes I let it slide and just write instead. I actually don’t have a whole lot of free time these days. Most of the time I’ve got soccer practice or little league games to go to, so life outside of writing doesn’t give me a whole lot of wiggle room for extracurricular activities.
What does your family think of your writing?
They're pretty supportive. Although my daughters rag me whenever someone dies in my books. They really don’t like that and it’s something I’m actually trying to be more mindful of. Death is very traumatic for kids and I think we can sometimes get numb to that since we’re exposed to so much entertainment these days. But I really appreciate their input and feedback. They are by far my biggest fans.
That's great! Please tell us a bit about your childhood.
I grew up in Iowa. I’d say I had a fairly normal, pretty happy childhood. I loved playing in the snow in the winter and playing touch football in the spring and summer. Nothing terribly out of the ordinary. I loved riding my bike around the neighborhood, watching Saturday morning cartoons. Basically I was a pretty average kid. My biggest accomplishment was probably getting my Eagle Scout badge. That and I was the fifth grade checkers champion at my school. Woo hoo!
Great achievements! Did you enjoy school?
Absolutely. School was where I could be a rock star. For me, getting good grades, following the rules, that was all I cared about. I was really good at school and I took a lot of pride in that. The thrill of getting a hundred on a test, bringing home straight A’s, it didn’t get any better for me than that. I know, sounds weird, huh? But learning can be a lot of fun if you approach it the right way.
Doesn't sound weird at all. Sounds like me - and my daughter as well! Did you like reading when you were a child?
Surprisingly, no. I was much more interested in picture books early on. I wasn’t a big reader. I didn’t really start to hit my stride until my teenage years. That’s when I started to be a more dedicated reader. These days I still don’t read as much as I’d like. I’m pretty slow, actually, so it takes me forever to read a book. But I really do enjoy them. I tell people, “I’m not well-read, but I read well.” Hopefully that counts for something.
What a great saying! What was your favorite book as a child?
As I said, I didn’t read a whole lot when I was younger, but as a teenager it would probably have been the Dragonlance Chronicles. I read both of the series and even bought some of the short stories. I was really enamored with it back then.
Who were your favorite authors as a child?
Probably Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman. I was also a big fan of Terry Brooks’ Shannara series.
When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
I’m a late bloomer, I guess. I’d say it was about five or so years ago. I was in a literature club and reading all this great fiction and it really inspired me. And then another member of the group mentioned that he was working on a story and it got me thinking about this book I had written a few chapters for years ago. It was just sitting on my hard drive and I thought it would make a really great novel. And so we started sharing our work back and forth. It was pretty rough going at first, but I kept at it and finally finished about three years and a zillion drafts later.
Good for you! Did your childhood experiences influence your writing?
I’d say so. I was always fighting dragons and exploring new solar systems back then! Well, in my mind, anyway. I actually started writing a Choose Your Own Adventure book with my best friend in fifth grade, but we never finished it. I think we had about fifty pages. I still remember one of the characters. His name was Freznef Barino. What a great name, eh?
Sure thing! Do you hear from your readers much? What kinds of things do they say?
You know, I’ve only been at this for one year and to be honest I do not hear from my readers as much as I’d like. I realize that I’m still relatively unknown so it’s understandable. All the same, I would love to hear from people! I’ve got a website and that’s that best place to get in touch with me.
What can we look forward to from you in the future?
Book 2 in the Chronotrace Sequence should be out within the next month or so. It’ll be out in paperback and ebook format so look for it coming soon!
Thank you for taking the time to stop by today, DJ. Best of luck with your upcoming release.
Thanks so much for having me.

About the Author
DJ Edwardson spent two years working in Latin America after college. It was during that time that the ideas for the Chronotrace Sequence first started percolating inside his mind. Much later, after encouragement from a friend in a reading group he had joined, he started writing in earnest, publishing the first book in the series in 2012.
His favorite authors are J. R. R. Tolkien and C. S. Lewis. He likes to think that authors who use their initials are better writers but he can't actually prove it. Although much of what he writes falls in the Science Fiction and Fantasy genres, he likes to call his work "imaginative" fiction and often incorporates elements from multiple genres.
Into the Vast, Part 1 of the Chronotrace Sequence, is DJ's first novel. He is currently at work on the second book in the series, which is due out soon. 

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Saturday, March 8, 2014

"New York: Allie's War, Early Years" by JC Andrijeski

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New York: Allie's War, Early Years
by JC Andrijeski


New York: Allie's War, Early Years is a prequel novel in JC Andrijeski's Allie's War series. An urban fantasy new adult romance set in a unique, gritty version of Earth, populated by a second race of psychic beings called Seers, the Allie's War series centers on the relationship of a strong female protagonist, Allie Taylor, and her antihero guide, Dehgoies Revik. The series takes place in a modern version of our world just prior to the apocalypse and a dystopian future, and spans centuries along with the lives of its main characters, the Seers, and the wars they fight with themselves and their human allies and enemies. (Appropriate for ages 16 and up - steamy sex scenes in parts!)
The books in order:
New York: Allie's War, Early Years (#3.5) (currently FREE on Smashwords, B&N, and Amazon)
Revik: Allie's War, Early Years (#6.5) (FREE on Smashwords to 8 March)

Description
Allie calls it her New York jinx. Already on this trip, obnoxious band groupies hang all over her boyfriend, a stalker leaves her cryptic and creepy notes, and she nearly gets arrested watching a Seer get tasered by cops who act like not-cops. One of them, a tall, black-haired guy with strangely colorless eyes, keeps showing up everywhere Allie goes.
But when a religious cult targets Allie for an end of the world ritual, her visit goes from annoying to quite probably fatal.

Excerpt
She watched him, her eyes riveted on the way he moved, the confident, almost heavy gait that still managed to be strangely feline as he walked at the back end of the auditorium. A faint sheen of sweat covered his face and neck, as it did pretty much everyone else in the room, herself included, despite how hard the fans worked in grating, circular motions over their heads.
Kali had been looking for him for months...years.
It was strange to be finally faced with him, and somewhat disconcerting. She was one of the few people alive who knew what he truly was, underneath that expressionless mask.
He seemed young to her still, despite what his life had encompassed already.
He was young, from Kali’s perspective, although she knew he might not feel it, nor would he appreciate her pointing out that fact to his face. Like most male seers, he was likely sensitive about his age. They all were, it seemed, when it came to the opposite sex. Male seers never seemed to get their stride with their sexual confidence until they’d hit the two or three hundred mark, at least, and Kali doubted, somehow, that he would be any different, despite who he was.
Kali used her sight to memorize every line of him, every structure and taste of his light, in the event he managed to lose her again before she got up the nerve to approach him...and before she determined a way to do so without him merely attempting to kill her for her troubles.
At roughly eighty-years-old, he had reached most of his adult height. Tall, even for a seer, like his father...perhaps 6’5” or 6’6”, utilizing human measurements. Despite her perception of his light, he looked old for his age, she noticed...physically, that is. Perhaps it had been the content of those eighty-odd years, but his face had a harder cast than most seers who have lived so long, she thought.
To the humans, he would look perhaps thirty.
Not older than thirty-five.
Not younger than twenty-seven or twenty-eight.
His black hair hung down in a ragged line, partly in his eyes now. Those same eyes shone in the dingy overhead lights, an indiscriminate pale that was almost completely colorless as he continued to case the room. The long hair fit the style of the current human fashion, of course, although he was clean-shaven, unlike many male humans in his rough age-bracket. Since he was blending with and passing as human, however, it didn’t surprise her that he chose to let his hair grow out.
Even so, she couldn’t help noticing that, on him at least, the longer hair still managed to make him look more warlike than the scraggly, softer look of the human ‘hippie’ contingent. Part of that might have been the lack of facial hair, and the hard, almost sharp planes of his face without anything to soften those lines, but Kali suspected that wasn’t all of it.
In the same way, the longer hair somehow made him appear more seer than not. Perhaps it simply contrasted too strongly with those same angular lines of his narrow face.
He wasn’t a handsome man, really.
His features fit together too inharmoniously for that. His large eyes stared, lamp-like from that tanned skin above the high cheekbones and a not-small nose. His narrow mouth formed a firm line above an even more firm and distinctive jaw.
He was attractive though, in his way. The strange silver lights Kali could see obscuring and darkening his aleimi took away from that attractiveness for her, but she knew the intensity of those same lights would undoubtedly have the opposite effect on others.
Even now, she saw the eyes of human females noticing him.
A European reporter did a double-take on his face and then his lean, broad-shouldered body, measuring him with an openly appraising stare. Without seeming to know she’d done it, she wet her lips as she continued to look at him, her pupils dilating slightly as she once more flickered her gaze over him in his worn jeans and leather belt. The thin, black t-shirt he wore stuck to the lean muscles of his chest with sweat, making a dark mark from his neckline to about his sternum.
He wore a jacket, too, despite the suffocating heat, a thin leather sheath which told Kali he had at least one gun strapped to his side, if not more than one.
For his part, he barely seemed to notice the reporter, although Kali saw him return the appraisal in a furtive kind of rote, staring briefly at the human’s bare legs and noting the lack of a bra before he went back to taking the measurements of the room. As his mind returned to work, he slid back into the blank, work-face mask of a trained infiltrator, Kali noticed.
He disappeared inside that mask, and then back into the crowd, too, melting away from her view as he continued his ghost-like walk around the perimeter.
It unnerved her, even without her knowing why he was there, not precisely.
The year was 1974.
Nixon had just resigned as President of the United States in the wake of one of the worst political scandals of the Twentieth Century...at least that didn’t result in out-and-out war, apart from the wars that already raged in Asia. The war in Vietnam continued, seemingly without end, and now the Soviets were involved, too...although the United States had finally diminished their presence on the continent, preferring to throw money at the South Vietnamese army, instead.
Standing at a press conference in downtown Saigon itself, in a basement meeting hall down the street from the famous Caravelle Hotel, Kali felt old suddenly, in a way she hadn’t as long as she’d been alive. She’d finally found him.
The man who would be her unborn daughter’s mate.
Even with what she knew, Kali found the thought chilling.

Review
Short story? Nope. Amazing prequel that's a story all by itself. This baby's a novella - over 100 pages - and if you've read any of JC Andrijeski's Allie's War series, you'll slide right into this little number, and you will love it.
If you haven't read any of the Allie's War series, this story is a perfect introduction. Don't hesitate - take a leap. This series (and this writer) will quickly become a favorite.

About the Author
JC Andrijeski has published novels, novellas, serials, graphic novels and short stories, including new adult fantasy series, Allie's War, the new adult science fiction series, The Slave Girl Chronicles, and the Gate-Shifters series, about a shape-shifting alien and a tough-girl PI from Seattle. She also writes nonfiction essays and articles, as well as some erotica. Her short works have been featured in anthologies, online literary, art and fiction magazines as well as print venues such as NY Press newspaper and holistic health magazines. JC travels extensively and has lived abroad in Europe, Australia and Asia, but currently lives and works full time as a writer in Portland, Oregon.

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