Oh, this is gonna be GREAT! Mr. Valentine (aka Edward Hoornaert) is busy this weekend speaking and signing books at the Tucson Festival of Books, in addition to playing oboe in not one but two symphony concerts. In his absence, he’s given me, Fart-Fueled Flying Feline, complete editorial control. He ISnt’ not even goinna eddit mee!
So here’s today’s kitty litter … meaning I’m gonna litter this page with eight great sentences from Mr. V’s brand new science fiction romance, Alien Contact for Idiots.
Seattle biologist Ell Harmon has been quarantined with Prince Tro Eaglesbrood, the leader of aliens who ‘hopped’ their entire island nation from an alternate version of Earth. Tro has just told a reluctant Ell they are going to broadcast an interview, hoping to sooth the world’s fears about the invaders from the future:
“Your vice president reports that your world fears Kwadra’s arrival,” Tro said. “People panic, envisaging the end of the world, or war, or plague.”
“And me making an idiot of myself in front of a TV camera is supposed to help?” Ell rubbed sweaty palms on her skirt as she popped to her feet, searching for a way out–but there was none. “I’ll do anything else, but not this.”
“You wish peace between our peoples, no?”
“More than anything,” Ell said, “but—”
“Then you must do this thing.”
Don’t you just love the thought of humans panicking and running around like mice are munching their toe cheese? I adore it.
And speaking of mice–there goes one now. Gotta run!
Alien Contact for Idiots is now available on Amazon. Order it now!