I, Effing Feline, have recuperated from the trauma of seeing pictures of Willie (at right), a previous family cat. Turns out he was actually Ed’s daughter’s cat, who cohabited here because Beth still lived at home. That means I’m still #1, right?
Ed wants me to switch to a new project. He says he “needs the push” because his “writing efforts have slowed over the last six months.” I say, “humans are lazy”. After all, we cats never need a reminder or a push to take a nap or eat, right?
Secrets of Love and War is April’s Camp NaNoWriMo project. Due to elbow surgery, Ed didn’t reach his 40K goal — as I said, lazy. This is the very opening.
The first sign of trouble was soul-shaking thunder at the exact instant Cynthia O’Connor’s wading boot kissed the surface of Twisted Dragon Lagoon, sending ripples across the placid surface. She stared stupidly. Her foot, too slender for most shoes, couldn’t possibly cause such a roar.
The sky was clear, so it couldn’t have been thunder. A sonic boom? She’d grown up with those nerve-shattering bellows at her dad’s pub near the small spaceport on Kintle-Tilene, her home world, but sonic booms weren’t allowed over this planet’s idyllic cities. Might ruin the ambience of ancient, civilized calm. What the Sacred Inferno was hap—
A second shattering burst demolished all thoughts, then a third, fourth, fifth, sixth tore through her ears. And that could mean only one thing.
“War comes!” shrieked her clan-sister, Kaushelle.
Effing Feline here again. This science fiction romance is raw, unedited text, so Ed says you can critique to your heart’s delight. Guess he’s too lazy to edit it himself.
Secrets of Love and War is a working title that may or may not last. Here’s the book’s tagline:
The destinies—and hearts—of a nurse and an injured enemy pilot become entangled as they search for the horrifying truth underlying the war between their planets.