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"Wait a moment. I'm lost." Wexel shook his head, as if he was trying to knock it back into synch with the conversation. "I saw the mechanical hooples. Those are bad enough." He shuddered, indicating he was among Cynes' latest victims. "Are you saying the live versions are on my station too?"

"He shouldn’t be making the robot hooples." Genys wanted to curl up and cry. "We erased all his files and took all the prototypes and locked up the psychotic programmer working with him." The last encounter her ship had with Cynes and his hooples had been bad enough. Robotic and organic hooples, on one station?

Please, Enlo, hasn't my crew been through enough already? It's bad enough we're the Nanny Ship now. Why Cynes on top of it?

"Still making the robots," Decker said on a growl. "Even more addicting than the farting furballs."

"How exactly do they work?" Wexel glared at Cynes. "The results, I already know. How do they work, and how do we stop them?"

"They generate a frequency and a light show, in the ranges that Human eyes and ears can’t consciously register. It creates an addiction in the brain. You feel great, but you want to spend all your time playing with it."

"The newest version of subliminal programming." One of the civilians held out a ball of neon yellow fur, with four sets of oversized mosquito wings and eight pairs of legs. Genys itched just looking at it. "We were just realizing what was happening to us when we saw your crew chasing him. Captain, do you know how to set us free?"

"Is it turned off?" She didn't care that she was sweating. Her face felt cold enough, she had probably gone white.

"Still looking for the data access code, but we've got one of Dr. Tahl's maskers running," Decker said.

"Bless you." If she didn't think he would live up to his name with a good right hook, Genys might have kissed him.

Off the Bookshelf: THE FLYING FLAMINGO SISTERS, by Carrie Seim

Audio book
Audible Original

Radio drama

What FUN!

The story of the plucky Flamingo sisters is done as an old-time radio drama, with suspenseful music and sound effects, nefarious villains of the mustache-twirling sort, and over-the-top dialog and wordplay.

Everybody's name in the Flamingo family starts with F -- including the dog.  Everybody in the family flies, or contributes to flight. When the girls' parents disappear in a air race, their evil uncle shows up to take over the family home, throw the girls into an orphanage, and search for a map to the family fortune, which can only be discovered once every hundred years.

Of course our girls take off in their plane to search for their parents, facing obstacles with determination and humor and a little sibling bickering.

Far, far too short a story -- and I really hope that the ending, which invites readers to return to hear what happens next with Fae, Frannie and Flo, their dog Fritz, and their evil uncle Frederick, really DOES mean there will be another installment.

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Down two more corridors and one more level to reach her destination. Genys held her breath as she stepped into the reception area of Administrator Wexel's office. M'kar was right, they were due for a clash between the Defender’s crew and the local indiferps. She saw no one, not even Wexel's irritatingly efficient and protocol-ruled assistant with a weaselish face. The type of person she expected to find out any day now was actually Gatesh. She was about to approach the closed door of the administrator's office when the door to a conference room on the far side of the reception area slid open.

"Ah, good, thank you for coming so quickly, Captain." Wexel leaned out far enough for his glistening ebony head to be visible. He beckoned and retreated back out of sight.

Genys stepped through the door. Her first glance was enough to estimate thirty people crammed into the conference room. Maybe a dozen were her crew, maybe ten were retrofit and upgrade engineers. The rest looked like civilians, maybe employees of the various restaurants, shops, and services provided by the station. Decker, the Defender's head of security, gestured with a tip of his head as Genys’s second look around the room put names to faces.

"Please --" She stopped short when he stepped aside, revealing a rotund man dressed in a furry tunic and leggings. "Jorono Cynes?"

"No, no, not at all," the little man jabbered in a fruity, mock-aristocratic voice. "Mistaken identity. I swear."

"It's him all right," Wexel said. "Identification verified. We owe your crew for recognizing and apprehending him. They were quite adamant that he had to be stopped and his cargo impounded."

"What is it this time, Cynes? Hooples or cherashires?" Genys wondered if someone had put Gatesh Green in her spicewater, and she was hallucinating all this.

Please, Enlo, let this be a hallucination?

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Every Gleaner in Friggley's took two steps from Genys’ Nisandrian half-blood Chief of Talents. Nothing more frightening than a Nisandrian with her hands out of sight. There was no way to predict what weapons she might draw from seemingly thin air. Legends said they had mastered N-space and could drag enough weapons along behind them, just slightly out of dimensional phase, to destroy a planet. Other legends claimed they could hide weapons inside body cavities. Genys always squirmed a little when she thought of that. M'kar never confirmed or denied those stories. Granted, no one had ever dared ask outright, but shouldn't her commanding officer have the right to know?

Bottom line: Nisandrians were always ready to fight. No need for provocation. Nisandrians liked fights even more than Gleaners liked pilfering anything and everything in sight.

One of these days, Genys vowed to learn how M'kar managed to enter a room without being seen. It was like she slit the fabric of space-time to just appear, when and where she was needed. According to the records of her training on Le'anka, M'kar didn't have teleportation among her psionic gifts. So how did she do it?

"What's it to ya?" the Gleaner captain said, his voice softening and rising another half-octave, while taking another step back.

Genys could almost call him a smart man.

"Just wondering if you're the Gleaner doing the pilfering, out on Dock Seven, or the one being pilfered, that's all. Nice big hole blasted right next to a cargo hatch. Don't your people know how to knock? Or maybe they forgot the security code to get in?" M'kar raised her voice to be heard over the curses and yells. The Gleaner captain and eight filthy, garishly ornamented crewmen scrambled to exit through a door only wide enough for two.

Off the Bookshelf: THE TAIL OF EMILY WINDSNAP, by Liz Kessler

Actually, this ebook had SIX stories about young mermaid Emily Windsnap.

The Tail of Emily Windsnap
Emily Windsnap and the Monster from the Deep
Emily Windsnap and the Castle in the Mist
Emily Windsnap and the Siren's Secret
Emily Windsnap and the Land of the Midnight Sun
Emily Windsnap and the Ship of Lost Souls

Fun! I picked up the book in my quest to get a sampling of middle grade stories so I could start out right, planning and writing my own hopeful middle grade SF series, Young Defenders, to tie into my AFV Defender series (book 1 just released this week -- shameless self-promotion!)

When the series starts out, Emily is anticipating middle school and finally learning how to swim. She and her mother live on a boat, but her mother won't let her go swimming, as she's afraid of the water. This makes no sense to Emily. There is a downside to starting a new school, because her nemesis from the harbor community will also be there, and Mandy is a bully. But then Emily jumps into the water and for a minute or two it's wonderful -- until her legs get heavy and she has other strange sensations. Determined to figure out what's going on, Emily goes swimming at night, when no one can see -- and transforms to a mermaid for the first time!

Our plucky young heroine goes through quite a few adventures and gets herself into and out of trouble again and again. Sometimes I just wanted to shake her, because seriously? Why does she keep doing what she knows she shouldn't? Why does she keep taking chances and hacking off Neptune?

The struggle and multiple moments of, "Oh, no, don't do that!" pay off in the end. Fun for mermaid enthusiasts, young and old.

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"Got a problem?"

Later, Genys would swear the man's voice was just as greasy-gritty-rancid as the body odor that wafted over her left shoulder, as the speaker stepped up behind her. She met his gaze in the mirrors behind the rotating service pod in the center of Friggley's.

Gleaner. A captain, according to the garish assortment of brightly colored enameled bits of metal sewn or glued all over his long tunic. Speculation said that smell added just as much to a Gleaner's rank as the number of pilfering missions he survived, and how much profitable loot he could haul away.

"Getting there." She couldn't decide if the Gatesh Green was a good idea, or just an invitation for the Fates to open the doors of the nearest garbage chute of bad luck right on her head.

As if they hadn't already?

"Aww, the cute little captain-girlie's having a bad day, boys," the Gleaner growled, ending on a squeak. How he managed that without damaging his vocal cords, she couldn't imagine. She really wished he would. "What's your ship, sweetie?"

Genys turned on her bar stool. Friggley's was one of the few bars left in this half of the galaxy with stools that spun. If she was drunk, that might be fun. Nobody got drunk on Tullian spicewater. Maybe she could turn really fast and hold her arm out, and the Gleaners would be polite enough to run into her fist?

New Release Sample: FRIENDLY FIRE

TODAY is the print release of the first book in a new SF adventure series:

FRIENDLY FIRE
AFV Defender 
Book 1

Back Cover Blurb:

Captain Genys Arroyan has a problem with her shiny new command -- the dregs of the universe are laughing.

While the Defender is in spacedock, getting upgrades, Genys has to deal with mind-hunters and farting fur balls, merchants-of-insanity and diplomatic intrigue. Her Chief of Talents is hiding from forced matrimony and her new crewmembers aren't too happy to be transferred to the Nanny Ship.

Then she finds out that the insectoid Hivers have a taste for the brains of the children of her crew. Falling through a Chute to another galaxy might turn out to be a good thing, even if dangerous.

A rescue mission turns into a battle to save a race of miniature dragons from genocide. They might just be sentient -- but more important, dracs could turn out to be the defensive weapon the Alliance needs against the Hiver threat. Genys and her crew could end up breaking dozens of regulations in the quest to save dracs and maybe the Human race.  Just how much trouble could teleporting, fire-breathing creatures with the personalities of four-year-olds cause on board a military vessel?

The misfit luck of the AFV Defender might finally be running out.

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