I, Effing Feline I, Twiggles the Dog, am writing this weex Weekend Writing Warriors post ‘cuz Effing’s in the dog house. He’s bin nasty about me the last 2 weex an I don’t deserve it. Im not as litterary as Effing — I don’t use litter at all — but Im a nicer person.
Once again, today’s snippet is from Ed’s Valentine’s Day sci fi romance, Constellation XXI. We continue with Sienna Dukelsky’s predicament. The young starship pilot is facing disaster when her ship’s lights, power, and artificial gravity all die.
She fumbled through tarry blackness to click a compartment open. She moved her hand toward the left . . .
There! Pressing the end of the torch, she was rewarded with light, blessed light. The beam cast sharp shadows that transformed the bridge into a grotesque parody of safety, but she could see, and as long as she could see, she could do . . . something.
She’d spent the last three years memorizing procedures for troubleshooting every component of this ship, but all the procedures required power — and there was no procedure for recovering from a total shutdown. No procedure for dealing with a tyrannosaurus rex materializing in the mess hall, either. No need; both were impossible.
Yeah, right. Impossible
Effing Feline Twiggles the Dog here again. I’m smart at doggie stuff but I don’t lick writing. I hope my great lord an master, Ed — the bestest man in the hole whirled! — lets Effing do this next week. Or maybe my cuzzin Sadie, a Lab from Toronto. She’s so smart she has her own Instagram page!
Rediscovering Love at the Worst Possible Time
When her tugship inexplicably loses power while aimed straight at her space station home, Sienna Dukelsky tries frantically to get her ship working in time. But can she cooperate with Crispin Hunt, a former lover she’d once betrayed, to create a way to regain control before the ship kills thousands — while also burdened with an alien about to give birth?
Constellation XXI will be released February XIV. Until then, please pre-order it from these fine sites: