I, Effing Feline, am back after being gagged during a one-week infestation of blandness in the form of dear, sweet, adorable Twiggles the Dog. (Barf!)
Once again, today’s snippet is from Ed’s Valentine’s Day sci fi romance, Constellation XXI. We’ve seen how her spaceship has mysteriously died, but this week we move back in time to the lead up to that terrifying moment.
Chapter 1 ended with “And yet this mission had begun so well . . .” and chapter 2 begins with “A few days earlier.” (Notice how I slipped in a couple of illegal extra sentences with a feline agility Twiggles could never manage?)
Sienna Dukelsky’s big day had finally arrived — her first solo flight. Excitement fizzed like champagne through her veins, but she ruthlessly popped every bubble. Spaceship captains did not giggle like schoolgirls.
“Step thirty-eight of Monitoring Hyperspace for Incoming Ships Procedure,” she said in the forceful tone of a captain rather than her real voice. Her favorite apprenticeship instructor had cautioned her about speaking in a voice he said was too shy, too feminine, too darned nice.
Crews won’t snap to attention and obey you, he’d said apologetically.
No one reprimanded her now, or even answered. Sienna was alone on the DA387. Alone for the first time, on her maiden solo flight after five years as a flight cadet and three years as a tugship apprentice. Alone like few people had ever been. Alone like few people could tolerate without running mad.
Effing Feline here again. I’ll give you a hint: Those last two words about running mad are foreshadowing.
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Constellation XXI will be released February XIV. Until then, pre-order it from these fine sites: