Book Promos…

First up this week is indie author Laura Montgomery. This is the first book in this trilogy.

As always, click the cover to go to it on Amazon.

The blurb-

Gilead Tan and Andrea Fielding survived their stint in the military, got married, signed up to emigrate to a terraformed colony world, and went into cold sleep for the journey from Earth. While they slept, the starship went through the wrong fold in space and settled for a different world, a wild world. Three centuries after the founding of a colony on the uncharted planet, Gilead awakens to find humanity slipped back to medieval tech and a feudal structure. Worse, the king who wants Gilead awake won’t let Gilead awaken his wife.

Next is David Tatum

The Blurb-

The Inari’s Children Series:
Once magic was plentiful and the world was dominated by a singular empire whose name has long been lost to history. In its time, the great wizard Inari developed his greatest creation: The kitsune. His enemies were quick to copy him, and soon the world was populated with many different types of this remarkable creature. Two thousand years later and these different breeds of kitsune are fighting amongst themselves, and the rest of the human world joins them.

Book I: The Kitsune Stratagem
To avoid being used as a political pawn against her father, a young kitsune vixen named Kieras must leave her homeland. She soon gets caught up in the fortunes of Mathis, a vagabond hunter from Ekholm, a once sleepy little town on the verge of becoming a small city. To find a way to return home, Kieras must first help Mathis save Ekholm from threats both inside and out.

Next up is Cyn Bagley this is the second book in her series

The blurb-

Owen Wulfe has a vendetta and he needs Mari Cantor to lead him to the man who kidnapped his nephew and killed his sister and her husband. Mari wants nothing to do with Owen or his revenge. In the meantime EJ is sent on a diplomatic mission to the werecat clowder as the Alpha’s representative. Of course nothing goes right.

Instead of cowboys, this Western world is filled with shapeshifters, trying to live in a world of humans.

And last, but not least, Tom Rogneby’s short story collection.

The blurb-

A princess in a high tower
A holy promise fulfilled
A hidden gift uncovered
A nation caught by surprise
These and other stories are waiting in “Escort Duty.”
Strap on your sword, march to the sound of the guns, and enjoy these tales!

Disclaimer, I was an alpha reader on this one, and really enjoyed the depth and breadth of stories, I think you will too!

Also, I’d like to thank those who’ve bought/read TGM- Generations. I truly appreciate your plunking down your hard earned money, and I also appreciate those who’ve left reviews!

As indie authors, we live and die by reviews. I always want honest reviews, simply because I know not everyone will like everything. Although I don’t particularly like one star reviews, I can learn from each review. And Amazon helps to push the book(s) once you get over 50 and 100 reviews. Each of those steps gives us, as authors, a wider push into the bigger ‘pond’ if you will, that is Amazon’s Kindle ocean. With something over 8 million books available, and an estimated 300 million users of Amazon, there MUST be a few folks out there that will like what I wrote! 🙂

Re Larry’s official alphabetical list of authors, HERE, I’m probably around an L or M… But at least I’m not a Z! LOL


Ye haaa… Watch this!!!

I didn’t think they’d actually allow it, but LockMart did!

I’m betting THIS time the loadmaster was strapped down… 🙂

Next time, maybe they’ll throw in a barrel roll!


A friend in need…

One of our tribe is back in the hospital- Kevin Baker, the long time blogger at Smallest Minority, and a personal friend is having some serious medical issues.

For anyone that hasn’t heard Kevin had to go back in the hospital on the 15th. According to his daughter his ammonia levels are really high. Keep him in your thoughts and prayers folks. If you want and are able to his daughter has a go fund me page up to help with expenses since Kevin hasn’t been able to work in a while.

Anything will be appreciated. THANK YOU!

Worth 1000 words…

And make you go ‘huh’???

Think I’ve actually seen this one crossing the desert in California

And this one is just downright funny… 🙂

Enjoy your weekend!

More random muse novel…

Usual caveats… Unedited, etc…

STILL not sure where this one is going…

Chapter 9

Once everyone was gathered in the mess, LT Christo looked around, “Okay, the four of you are security, right?” As she pointed to Moe and the team. Moe nodded, and she pointed to Efrot, “Crew?”

“Second engineer,” his GalTrans spit out.

Pointing to Gronk she asked, “Guard? Or Cargo?”

“Navigator.” Christo looked at it sharply, shook her head and pointed at Zuckie.

“Chief engineer.”

Adrian stuck his hand up, “Cargomaster.”

“And you are?” She pointed to Daniella, then looked back and forth between her and Danny.

“Passenger. I’m a hydro engineer Station Alpha, Solace Cluster here for a sector conference on hydroponics.”

“You two…”

“NO! I’m not related to him.”

Christo smiled, “Okay.” Turning to Danny she continued, “Second pilot?”

Estrella answered, “That would be me, LT. I’m a qualified engineer, pilot, and navigator. AI Sierra November Alpha Papa tack Three Seven tack Four Two Eight dot Three Charl…”

“Okay. I’m sure you’re on file. Now what the hell is…” She remembered some papers, the civilian had carried in his hand. “Obregon, that civilian, you got his papers?”

“Yes, LT.”

“Have Senior bring them here, please.”

Five segs later, Senior Sergeant Pagonis stumped into the mess, now wrinkled papers in hand, “Sorry LT, I had to stun that asshole again. He tried to grab the papers back…”

“No problem, Senior.” She spread the papers out, flipping through with the occasional, “Huh… What the?” She flipped back and forth a couple of times, checking pages against each other, then looked up at Danny, “So, this says you soloed the ship here, is that correct?”

“No, ma’am. I have a minimum crew, as you can see. We’re right here.”

Estrella said, “Any questions ma’am? I have the crew contracts in cue, if you tell me where you want them.”

“Christo dot P dot three eight six alpha hotel eighteen at GalPat.”


LT Christo took a seg to review the contracts, then looked around saying quietly, “Interesting… not a single augmentee,” almost to herself.

Christo smiled, “Okay. That checks, and the manifest checks.” She turned back to Danny, now it says here this ship killed a Gal inspector less than a month ago…”

“LT, I was in medical, and the inspector shut the AI down, according to the report done…”

“And you supposedly stole this ship?”  Folding the papers, she slapped them on her leg, “I’m going to have to bump this one up the food chain.” She held up her hand, “Go Halston.” She listened for a seg then said, “Okay, send him forward. Nobody else, and nothing gets offloaded.”

Five segs later, a burly, scarred man in the uniform of a senior manager for the mining consortium walked into the mess, “LT, I have data and the manifest for the cargo this ship is carrying. My people were here to pick it up when they were blocked by station security.” He extended a data chip to her, and she took it, plugging it into her comp.

“Okay Captain, let’s see your manifest.”

Essie said, “Squirted.”

Christo smiled, “I like her.” She flipped back and forth between documents on her comp, then said, “Um, your data matches. But I’m going to have to get you to wait.” She stepped out into the passage way for about ten segs, then came back with a grimace, “Here’s what is going to happen next. This ship will move to dock alpha two. The ship will be in protective custody until Major Psaras can review the documentation and get this straightened out…”

The mining consortium manager started to say something and she held up her hand, “You can get the cargo there. I would suggest you leave now. We will be there in twenty segs.”

He scowled, but stomped out, muttering to himself. She half smiled as she continued, “Senior, armor plus four onboard with you and I. Everybody else back to the office.”

Danny asked, “Can I go prep for the move?”

Christo nodded, “Senior, go with him. Anything that doesn’t look right, stun his ass, since we have a backup pilot if we need one. She turned to Daniella, “You will be allowed to debark at alpha two. I assume you’re going down to the dome for the meeting?”

Daniella nodded, “It starts tomorrow, I have reservations…”

Essie interrupted, “GalPat troops aboard, airlock sealed, umbilical disconnect in process. Alpha two dock approach plotted.”

Danny shook his head resignedly and headed for the bridge, Senior Sergeant Pagonis in tow, as another trooper slid through the hatch and assumed a watch position against the bulkhead, rifle at the low ready.


Three days later, Danny sat in the conference room of the chief justicer for Ganymede, nervously awaiting her decision. He’d been ‘given a ride’ down to the dome in one of the GalPat shuttles, along with Major Psaras and LT Christo, neither of whom spoke to him, but at least he wasn’t in cuffs. Maybe this is a good sign. Got the cargo off, got paid, and Moe and his crew are hanging around. Guess they need passage back, assuming I still have a ship after this… Guess I owe Mapper too. But how the hell…

Chief Justicer O’Brien came in, followed by a GalPat colonel then the major and LT, behind them was a mousy little man in the livery of Planets United. The chief justicer sat down, called up a holo that only she could see, then looked around the table, “You are Captain Daniel Ortega, correct?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She looked at him curiously, scrubbing a hand over her short white hair, “You don’t look old enough to have caused this much trouble.”

She glanced at the holo again, cleared her throat and said, “In the matter of the DSRV Rover, now named Ghost, per the investigation conducted by Major Psaras,” she nodded to him. “I find that former Vice-President Echols did, by word and action, attempt the illegal theft of the DSRV under color of law, by subverting Ganymede station security to act as Planets United’s agent. Data provided from Station Alpha and data from Ghost’s AI conclusively prove that Inspector Ohlmec did die as a result of misadventure through his own actions. Captain Ortega’s salvage of Rover/Ghost was carried out in accordance with all applicable GalPat regulations and certified by a master at the time. Ghost is fully certified, licensed and bonded, all of the crew personnel are fully certified and current in their positional licenses.”

She glared at the mousy man in the Planets United livery, “Mr. Schumer, I find it rather interesting that your former vice-president’s wife was the sister of Inspector Ohlmec, and that was not on either of their disclosure forms that they had a tie to a senior level Gal employee. That makes me wonder what kind of shop you’re running over there.”

Schumer paled, and looked like he was literally trying to slide under the table as she continued, “Echols has been remanded for trial on multiple counts, and I’m quite certain he will enjoy a little vacation on one of the prison asteroids. She tapped the virtual keyboard and nodded to herself, “Now, since he was acting for Planets United, you will have to pay for his actions. First, Planets United’s fine is one million credits, due immediately. Deferred, unless Captain Ortega wants to pursue it through the court, is one hundred thirty million credits, the current value of a brand new DSRV from your company. If there is another attempt in any way, shape, form, or fashion by Planets United or any of its personnel to interfere with, hijack, prevent the ship Ghost or captain from getting supplies or contracts anywhere in the settled universe, that fine will be immediately levied.”

She smiled grimly, “This notification will go out to all GalPat fifteen minutes after I finish here. And they will be watching…”

She turned to Danny, “Captain, you are an interesting individual. You’re apparently rather brilliant, an engineer that went wrong, a troublemaker, a loner, and, depending on whom Major Psaras talked to, crazier than a Jovian bed bug.” She chuckled as Danny’s face reddened, “But you are also apparently a pretty good captain if the Cartographer’s Guild and mining consortium hired you for more than one contract. Major Psaras found out you’ve done most of the upgrades to the Ghost yourself, and everyone has passed inspection the first time, which is something of a miracle, or so I’m told.”

She leaned forward, “I don’t want to see any of your antics here. Or anywhere within my jurisdiction. Do you understand me?”

Danny nodded slowly and very distinctly, “Yes, ma’am. I will… er… won’t do anything.”

Looking meaningfully at Schumer, she added, “As soon as Planets United pays their fine, it was be deposited in your account, less the GalPat handling fee.”

“Thank you,” Danny decided to finish up and get the hell out of Gany as soon as possible, She’s not somebody I want pissed off at me, and it’s pretty obvious at this point that I’m going to have GalPat looking over my shoulder from this point forward. The question is, how is… Ah crap… I’ll just deal with it.

Schumer was waved out of the room, then LT Christo escorted Danny into the hallway, “I assume you’d like a ride back to the station?”

Danny nodded, “Please. I never expected…”

Christo laughed, “The major got pissed the more he found, which just made him dig deeper. And he’s a good digger.”


Danny pressed the access button on the hatch labeled Cartographer’s Guild in the business section of the dome, and a robo voice responded, “State your business.”

“Uh, Captain Ortega with a delivery for Abraham Rabin.”

“Director Rabin is no longer here. Is the delivery personal or CG business?”

“It’s business. I need to get a signed receipt from the director.”

“Someone will be there momentarily.”

Huh, not real friendly… Wonder where this Rabin guy went? Oh well, I still have time to get over to GanyTech if this doesn’t take long.

The hatch finally dilated, and a young man said, “You have a package for the Guild?”

Danny took the wrapped journal out of his satchel, proffering it with the data chip, “It is, for the director, and I need it signed for.”

The young man looked at it distastefully, “What is it?”

Danny snapped, “Something for the director. Not for you. Now sign or give it back.”

After the data chip was signed, the hatch closed immediately and Danny shook his head, Assholes… Now, where’s the nearest walkway? It should be…

A div later, he sat in Professor Eddlestone’s cluttered office across the desk from the tiny old professor. Damn, he’s gotten old. And that hair… Professor Eddlestone had always been known for his ‘halo’ of hair, and it was still there, if much thinner than when Danny had been in class. Eddlestone asked, “So… Young Mr. Ortega is no longer young, and looking at you, are now a captain. Is this a courtesy call to thank me for teaching you, or is this another one of your finds, he asked with a smile.

Danny laughed, “Both, sir.” He took out one of the rectangles, “You’re about the only person I could think of that might be able to do something with this.” He handed it across the desk and the professor put on a pair of white gloves, glaring at Danny, before he took it.

“Gloves? What did I teach you about handling artifacts? It’s old. Three, maybe four hundred years.” He rotated it carefully in his hands, “Might have the right plug… maybe,” He took out a penlight and shined it on all sides, “Run light? Tricolor, or just red,” he mumbled. He jumped up, “Come on, young man. Let’s go see what we have.”

As they went out the door, the professor said, “Off to the lab Harriett, don’t wait for me to return.” His long suffering secretary merely nodded as she typed furiously on the virtual keyboard in front of her.

At the lab, Eddlestone called a couple of other people, then set the rectangle on a raised form while he searched through drawers of plugs, connectors, and loose wiring. One older man shuffled in slowly, and Eddlestone turned to him, “Ivan, look at what young Ortega has brought us! But I can’t seem to locate the right cable.”

Professor Rogov shuffled over, “Dammit Joseph, two drawers over to the left.” Rogov spun the rectangle around peering closely at it then continued, “It’s the blue optical cable. Dark blue. I’ll start the emulator program.” He shuffled over to a terminal, punched it on, and sank slowly into a chair in front of it, quickly typing on the virtual keyboard in front of him.

Eddlestone finally found the right cable, peered at the plug on the rectangle and asked Danny, “Um, can you plug this in? My eyes… they aren’t what they were twenty years ago.”

Danny had just bent over to plug the cable in, when a strident female voice said, “What the hell are you doing? And who let you into the lab? Joseph? Ivan? What are you two old farts doing in my lab?”

Eddlestone tried to placate her, “Martina, we’re simply looking at an artifact…”

“What artifact? Is it logged in? Is it in our custody? Has it been checked safe?” She rounded on Danny, barely coming up to his shoulder, as she snatched the cable out of his hand, “And who are you?”

Danny smiled down at her, “Why Professor Hagland, I’m surprised you don’t remem…”

Hagland did everything but spit, “Ortega? I thought you were banned…”

Danny grinned, “In spite of your best efforts, I’m not. And I’m no longer a student anyway. I’m a ship captain, with my own ship, and under contract to the Cartographer’s Guild, which gives me all the access I need. And Professor Eddlestone is supported by a grant from the guild, for which he provides services for artifacts recovered, isn’t that correct professor?”

Eddlestone nodded and took the cable from Hagland, handing it back to Danny, “Plug that in please. Martina, you need to remember that you may be the dean, but this lab is funded by a grant to myself and Ivan to do just what we were in the process of before you interrupted.”

Danny plugged the cable in, and the light flashed red, then green intermittently for almost a seg. Then it went yellow and stayed that way. “Ivan, are you seeing?”

Rogov shook his head, “There is data, but it’s encrypted, and the system can’t break it. I… I think there is more than… a petabyte of data. The ID that came up was from…”

Hagland interrupted, “Where did you get this, Ortega?”

Danny smiled again, “It was recovered on a guild contract, and I am not at liberty to disclose that location. If the guild…” Hagland threw up her hands, stomped out, and slammed the hatch. Danny laughed, “Well, I see the Hag is still alive and well.”

Eddlestone shook his head, “That was never polite young man.”

“I know, but that was what she was known as. You know that as well as I do, sir.”

Eddlestone smiled sadly as Rogov chuckled, “Joseph, this data module is from twenty-four thirty-eight. This predates anything we have by almost fifty years. We might crack it, given enough time. Or if we could find the original device these were attached to…”

Danny thought back, I wonder. There was one of these floating over the nav table. I think it was attached to something. Need to look at that video again. His wrist comp beeped with a message- SHUTTLE DEPARTING IN 25 SEGS. LT CHRISTO SENDS.

“Sorry Prof, I need to go, my ride is leaving.” He reached up and unplugged the rectangle and dropped it back in his satchel. “Thank you both for trying. If I find anything else, I’ll get it here as soon as I can.”

Eddlestone smiled sadly, “You know you’re always welcome, Ortega. Hag or not.”

Danny chuckled as he walked out the door, relieved that Hagland hadn’t come back and tried to take the rectangle from him.


Three divs later, Danny stepped out of the airlock and heard a rumbling noise he couldn’t identify.  He finally isolated it as he heard noises coming from the mess, and walked curiously in that direction. Then he smelled the odor of steak, and picked up his pace. As he walked in, he realized the entire crew, plus the guards were all there, with everyone standing in line except Efrot.

Moe was in the front of the line and dancing from foot to foot almost drooling, as Daniella asked, “How do you want your steak?”

His GalTrans squeaked, “Seared only. For all of us,” pointing to the other four guards.

“Anybody want medium rare,” she asked, as she flipped four steaks already on the grill and dropped four more on the end of the grill.

“Gronk want.”

Daniella dished up one, then looked up at it, and added a second steak. “Baked potato and salad over there,” pointing to the line adjacent to the grill.

She pressed down on the next two steaks, “Medium?”

Zuckie raised his hand meekly, “Please?”

She dished it up and pointed to the line as she flipped the four steaks and added four more to the grill. “Moe, your steaks are ready.” She dished up the four as the little Albaderians nodded their thanks, growling among themselves. She noticed they only took potatoes and said, “Moe, there is salad!”

Moe’s GalTrans squeaked as the rest of them howled in laughter, “We don’t eat grass.”

She looked around then said, “Efrot, would you like a steak?”

Efrot’s GalTrans rumbled, “I have never had. Will try. Can season?”

“Ah, can you season it after I cook it?”

Efrot nodded, “Can.”


“Medium well, please.”


“What kind of steak?”

“It’s real, not vat. It’s what I think they call a Yawk cut.”

Danny dropped his satchel and rushed over, “Say what?”

She held up a steak, “That’s not vat!”

“Estrella! How much did we pay for that food pack?”

“Two thousand credits, same as for the snack packs, Captain.”

Danny mumbled, “He missed a zero on that one.” Looking up he said, “Oh hell, medium. Pepper and garlic.”

She dropped one more steak on the grill, and plated another one, “Adrian, yours is up.”

“Thankee, ma’am.”

“You’re welcome. Efrot?”

Efrot came timidly forward, “Here are two for you. I know you’re small, but also heavy world. I think you can eat them easily.”

Efrot nodded, took the plate, added a potato, and retreated to the furthest table in the mess. She watched him take a bottle out of his pocket, and spread something on the meat and the potato. Danny saw her look and said, “Manganese. Don’t know that he’ll even taste the steak, but it is protein.”

She flipped Danny’s steak and said, “To each their own.”

Danny watched her cooking, and was intrigued that she seemed to know her way around the grill and the kitchen, “Where did you learn how to do that?”

“My family owns a restaurant in the Colony. I worked there until I left for school.” She plated his steak and pointed, “Baked potato and salad. Simple meal.”

She finished her steak and served herself, ate quickly, then started cleaning before Danny interrupted, “The mech will get that.”

She shook her head, “No. I don’t trust a mech to do the grill correctly. I’ll do that myself.”

He shrugged, “Okay. Oh, and thanks for the steak. Good night.”

As he walked toward the door, she stuck her tongue out at him, prompting a laugh from Zuckie and Adrian.


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Sigh, now that I’ve got THAT out of the way…

Armed with tools to cut through locks, they worked to open hatches on the 312-foot long, 2,500-ton behemoth, letting gallons of Hackensack River water rush into the vessel. These vandals knew the inner workings of the historic ship, it seems, even opening hatches to the bilges, the lowest compartments of the submarine.

Full article HERE.

And to add insult to injury, the stole the memorial plaques too. USS Ling was built in 1943, commissioned in 1945, then decommissioned in Oct 1946, brought back in the 1960s as a training platform then finally fully decommed in 1971. She’s a Balao Class boat, a follow on to the Gato class, and one of 120 build in the last half of the war.

The perps better damn well hope the veterans don’t catch up to their sorry asses… Just sayin…

h/t Stretch

Book Promos…

As ‘indie’ authors (in other words self published with little/no support and advertising) it is hard to get our works out there for the public to see.

So… Another weekly post on other ‘starving writers’ under the idea that a rising tide lifts all boats. Not all of these will be SF, or any specific genre or age group, it’s just other indies that you might like to take a chance on.

Click on the cover to go to the Amazon location.

The blurb- This one is YA…

Two girls find a dragon like no other—and their lives will never be the same In an alternate Old West, Isabella and Alijandra live exiled with their parents in the high desert. Years before, the girls’ father caught, tamed, and trained dragons for the Emperor’s armies, but now he is an outlaw, blamed for the deaths of thousands. Finding a small dragon gravely injured after a fight, the girls take her home and begin tending her back to health. Alijandra calls the dragon “Pearl,” after her round white eyes. As time goes on and Pearl begins to heal, the family learns more about her and the strange and terrifying abilities she possesses. But time is running out for them, their family, and for Pearl herself. Soon, they will be forced to contend with the native people on whose lands they live. With the ambitious governor whose soldiers hunt the girls’ father. With a man who has no name but wields immense, eerie powers. With Pearl’s yearning to fulfill the journey that accidentally brought her to the girls. And with their own dreams and wishes for a life they once lived—and might live again.

The blurb- This one is steampunk

Viva-3 was built to discover secrets. But they made her too well. She’s the perfect spy: the lethality and persistence of the police clockworks in a body that can pass as human. What the Empire’s police don’t know is that she doesn’t have to obey their orders or her programming. She can think and decide for herself. And she’s doomed if they find out.

Viva is sent undercover with orders to unmask the city’s vigilante hero, Penny Dreadful. She is supposed to stop his one-man war against the criminals of Monte-Ostrum. It will be dangerous, but just maybe Dreadful will be more useful as an ally rather than an enemy…

The blurb- I’ve read this one, hilarious and interesting twists…

Food and drink for sale; snark for free…

It’s hard to be a god nobody believes in, sometimes. Especially when one spends their days trying to quietly go about his or her life in a world that barely remembers the myths surrounding the old Greek gods, but where some religions still follow the old Norse gods.

And some of the Norse gods are getting more dangerous: Loki, the trickster, has lost the last of what passed for his sanity, and needs to be helped, or stopped. One of the two. And no one seems to be up to it.

At least, not alone. Working together, they can avoid the worst of Loki’s tricks, and maybe even solve their problems.

A tale told from several points of view.

The blurb-

Dr. Megan McAllister was already a pretty unusual human — NASA astronaut, professional astronomer, polymath — when she encountered the man in the black Suit that night in west Texas. What Division One Agent Echo didn’t know, when he recruited her to the Agency, was that she was even more special.

But he’d find out, soon enough.

Stephanie Osborn, aka the Interstellar Woman of Mystery, former rocket scientist and author of acclaimed science fiction mysteries, goes back to the urban legend of the unique group of men and women who show up at UFO sightings, alien abductions, etc. and make things…disappear…to craft her vision of the universe we don’t know about. Her new series, Division One, chronicles this universe through the eyes of recruit Megan McAllister, aka Omega, and her experienced partner, Echo, as they handle everything from lost alien children to extraterrestrial assassination attempts and more.

The blurb-

It was supposed to be a simple poaching case. An “easy way to get back on the horse, after your injuries”. Oh yeah, it involves lycanthropes, but that shouldn’t be a problem. The trouble is, NOTHING is ever simple when John Fisher, Federal Park police, and retired Navy SEAL is assigned to the case… When they found the dead Marine, that’s when things really went south. John and his partner have to solve poaching, the murder of an active duty Marine Lycanthrope and several other crimes, but it seems the Government isn’t exactly happy to help. This is the second in the John Fisher Chronicles, which started with Harvest of Evil, and will continue…

Third in the series- The blurb-

When stone calls to stone, Familiars and mages must answer.

Lelia Chan’s and Tay’s chance discovery of a fragment of a blood-soaked knife leads them deeper into what it means to be a shadow mage and her Familiar. Meanwhile, Morgana Lorraine heads west, looking for answers (and really good bacon), leaving Officer Jamie Macbeth to deal with the Off Ramp of Doom and his mother-in-law’s ongoing displeasure. But the stone won’t stay quiet.

Could the Off Ramp and the stone be connected? As the stone’s call grows stronger, Lelia and friends race to find an answer to an evil that won’t go quietly.

A short novel. 56,000 words.


The craziness continues…

I cannot believe… Well, I guess I can, but dayum!!!

Abolish the POTUS!

We’ve seen it: the belligerent typo-ridden tweets; the fawning press conferences with autocrats and overlords; the self-described Nazis on parade praising an American president’s name. We have seen it with our own eyes. There is a bloated authoritarian lounging in his bathrobe in a 200-year-old mansion that used to symbolize the principal republic of the world.

This isn’t from the Onion or another satire site… It’s from USA Today, HERE.

Thye unhingement is literally stunning. I cannot honestly understand the depth of hatred that these people seem to hold. Elections have consequences, as Barack Obama said. But for a major publication to actually print an article proposing to overturn the constitution and electoral college is not really surprising in the current political environment. It’s been pretty clear for three years now that the MSM and the left are running hand in hand, deathly afraid now that they are no longer in control and are in constant fear of being called to task for they outrages they have foisted on the American public.

Maxine Waters has yet to be called down for her open call for violence and attacking anyone in the administration anywhere, anytime, much less anyone who voted for Trump.

At what point are the bounds going to be overstepped?

At what point are they going to go too far?

How long before someone is killed? And then what?

The drumbeat on the left is that ‘they’ will take our guns. 300,000,000 guns, from 80-100,000,000 people? Really? If Connecticut and New York are any indication, good luck with that. Conservative estimates are less than 50% compliance with the ‘mandatory’ regulations. LEOs know they aren’t going to go door to door. They are smarter than that. And if they do, all it will take is one negligent discharge from a LEO trying to unload a weapon they are unfamiliar with to be the match that lights off something I don’t even want to think about.

NY is now trying to bankrupt the NRA by refusing to do business with any insurer that holds insurance policies of NRA members, and doing the same with banks that deal with the NRA.  Why is this not being investigated under RICO???

Delta tried that exclusion thing, and it literally cost them millions of dollars.

No one is willing to actually sit down at the table and hold realistic conversations, everyone is just talking past each other, day after day… And playing every card in the repertoire, be in race, gender, or whatever else they can dream up. Pantifa is given a pass, never having to ‘pay’ for their outrageous behavior, or getting their cases summarily dismissed by complicit judges, IF they even get charged.

I really don’t want to live in interesting times again, I did that once, and was lucky enough to make it back home…

Kicking the soapbox back in the corner, and looking for a fresh cup of coffee… sigh

h/t Stretch

Submarine Simulator…

For your home…

From the mil e-mail net… NOT all that far from the truth, especially on the old diesel boats according to old shipmates!

• Sleep on the shelf in your closet. Replace the closet door with a curtain. Two to three hours after you fall asleep, have your spouse whip open the curtain, shine a $200 flashlight in your eyes, and mumble “Sorry, wrong rack”.
• Repeat back everything anyone says to you.
• Spend as much time as possible indoors and avoid sunlight. Only view the world through the peephole on your front door.
• Renovate your bathroom. Build a wall across the middle of your bathtub and move the showerhead down to chest level. Shower once a week. Use no more than two gallons of water per shower.
• Buy a trash compactor and use it once a week. Store garbage in the other side of your bathtub.
• Sit in your car for six hours a day with your hands on the wheel and the motor running, but don’t go anywhere. Install 200 extra oil temperature gauges. Take logs on all gauges and indicators every 30 minutes.
• Put lube oil in your humidifier instead of water and set it to “High”.
• Watch only unknown movies with no major stars on TV and only at night. Have your family vote on which movie to watch, and then watch a different one.
• Don’t do your wash at home. Pick the most crowded laundromat you can find.
• (Optional for Engineering Department): Leave a lawnmower running in your living room six hours a day for proper noise level.
•Have the paperboy give you a haircut.
•Take hourly readings on your electric and water meters.
•Invite guests, but don’t have enough food for them.
•Buy a broken exercise bicycle and strap it down to the floor in your kitchen.
•Eat only food that you get out of a can or have to add water to.
•Wake up every night at midnight and have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on stale bread. (Optional- cold beans and weenies, canned ravioli or soup).
•Make up your family menu a week ahead of time without looking in your food cabinets or refrigerator.
•Set your alarm clock to go off at random times during the night. When it goes off, jump out of bed and get dressed as fast as you can, then run to your kitchen with the garden hose while wearing a scuba mask.
•Once a month take every major appliance completely apart and then put them back together. Ensure you have parts left over.
•Use 18 scoops of coffee per pot and allow it to sit for 5 or 6 hours before drinking. Never wash any coffee cups.
•Store your eggs in your garage for two months and then scramble a dozen each morning.
•Have a fluorescent lamp installed on the bottom of your coffee table and lie under it to read books.
•Check your refrigerator compressor for “sound shorts”.
•Put a complicated lock on your basement door and wear the key on a lanyard around your neck.
•Lockwire the lugnuts on your car.
•When making cakes, prop up one side of the pan while it is baking. Then spread icing really thick on one side to level off the top.
•Every so often, yell “Emergency Deep!”, run into the kitchen, and sweep all pots/pans/dishes off of the counter onto the floor. Then, yell at your family for not having the place “stowed for sea”.
•Put on the headphones from your stereo (don’t plug them in). Go and stand in front of your stove. Say (to nobody in particular) “Stove manned and ready”. Stand there for 3 or 4 hours. Say (once again to nobody in particular) “Stove secured”. Roll up the headphone cord and put them away.
•Tag out the steering wheel, gas pedal, brake pedal, transmission and cigarette lighter when you change the oil in your car.
•Use Kool-aid on all your breakfast cereals for 2 months.
•Fill laundry baskets with oil. Lay in them, on your back, and change the washers on the water spigots.
•While doing laundry, replace liquid fabric softener with diesel fuel.
•Buy bunk beds (3 high type) and convert the narrowest hallway in your home into a bedroom.
•Knock a glass of water out of someone’s hand and yell ‘SPILL’. Shout at them the entire time they clean it up, tell them how worthless they are, then do it again. Once they have cleaned it up, make them read canister vacuum reviews out loud, this builds character.
•Request ‘permission to enter’ whenever you go into the kitchen.
•Buy all food in cases and line the floor with them.
•Replace all doorways with windows so that you have to step up AND duck to go through them.
•Whenever someone enters a room you’re cleaning, shout “up and over!” at them so they’ll go through the attic to get to the kitchen.
•Paint the windshield of your car black. Make a family member stand up through the sunroof shouting directions at you on where to drive.
•Start every story with “This is no-shit“.
•Install a Furnace and Air Conditioner that blows directly on you while you are sleeping. Have the controls so they will cycle to hot and cold in a matter of seconds.
•Go to the market and buy 100 quarts of milk. Pour them into a large white trash bag and secure. Put the bag into the refrigerator and rename it “The Cow”.
•Have week old fruit and vegetables delivered to your garage and wait two weeks before eating them.
•Prepare all meals blindfolded using all the spices you can grope for, or none at all. Remove the blindfold and eat everything in three minutes.
•Periodically, shut off all power at the main circuit breaker and run around shouting “fire, fire, fire” and then restore power.
•Remove all plants, pictures and decorations.
•Paint everything gray, white, or “sea foam” green.
•Buy 50 cases of toilet paper and lock up all but two rolls. Ensure one of these two rolls is wet at all times.
•Make sure every water valve in your home has two backups in line which must all be operated to obtain water.
•Repaint the interior of your home every month, whether it needs it or not.
•All communications with outside family and friends is limited to 40 characters or less. Unplug all radios and TVs to completely cut yourself off from the outside world.
•Run a tube from your car’s exhaust pipe into your living room, yell “prepare to snorkel”, and start the car. You must breathe the fumes for one hour.
•Mount as many sharp-cornered lockers as you can in all the most traveled halls of your house. Leave almost no room to squeeze by.

Thankfully, I only went for ‘short’ periods on Nukes… Sigh…


Now this is just flat funny…

There’s gullible and then there is GULLIBLE… It ‘must’ be the altitude! 🙂

Watch it till the end… sigh… I wonder if she’s blonde…