tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63660668993621974132024-03-13T20:38:45.847-07:00Slug OperaBook Two in the Space Slug Saga!Frances Paulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11690177907315923299noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366066899362197413.post-87539436265941860362015-03-18T20:28:00.000-07:002015-03-18T20:28:00.236-07:00SPACE SLUGS: The Game<div style="text-align: center;">
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Click on the pink Space Slug, save the species, and rule the galaxy.</div>
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in honor of the release of book two: Slug Opera</div>
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Frances Paulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11690177907315923299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366066899362197413.post-18123932280573542912015-03-16T23:18:00.001-07:002015-03-16T23:20:28.588-07:00Updates from the Slugverse<div>
Well, it's been a little while, and I can truly say that the hiatus has left me missing my story something fierce. Sure, I've been writing like crazy, hammering out a nano novel and the crowning installment of my trilogy and numerous other pre-holiday things. </div>
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(Including a new release: <a href="http://www.awe-struck.net/books/the_dimensional_shift.html">http://www.awe-struck.net/books/the_dimensional_shift.html</a> )</div>
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But it isn't the same without my slugs. :-( </div>
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SO, I am going to bust my arse to get the opening installment of book two: Slug Opera up and running by Jan. Maybe or maybe not the first.<br />
In the meantime, there will be an ebook, edited, revised and a lot prettier coming out for book one, and a print edition as well. Not by Jan. first, I can guarantee it. </div>
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I also promise to keep both of those as close to free as I possibly can. The print edition will have to have some cost involved. </div>
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However, it does have a glorious cover designed by my good friend and talented author, Jaleta Clegg. Want to see it? </div>
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good. Thar she blows....</div>
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Frances Paulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11690177907315923299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366066899362197413.post-86959231422881324262015-03-07T19:09:00.002-08:002015-03-07T19:09:59.781-08:00The Livingston Trilogy<div style="text-align: center;">
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Frances Paulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11690177907315923299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366066899362197413.post-69864755852689353862013-05-28T22:26:00.000-07:002015-03-16T22:37:27.580-07:00Episode Thirty: Bait<div class="MsoNormal">
It took all the patience she had to wait five minutes after
the Gorilla locked her back inside her quarters. She sat on the end of her bed,
watching the smooth door and tapping one toe in a spastic rhythm against the
flooring. </div>
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Fish bitch would find the bug. She’d been watching more
closely than it seemed, probably. They’d barge in any second and stuff the
thing down her gullet to digest slowly alongside its partner…or they’d cut it
out of her like the Pescine suggested. </div>
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At four minutes she crossed to her room’s computer panel.
They hadn’t shut her down completely, but all the ship’s codes had been
changed, and she couldn’t touch communications. Zander might be a poor pirate,
but he wasn’t stupid by a long shot.</div>
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He was damn dangerous. </div>
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Zora ran her fingers along the console. Four minutes thirty.
She keyed in the private frequency, the code she’d programmed into the bugs,
and let her hand hover over the enter key. Five minutes, and she held her
breath, rested her free hand on the baby in her belly and pressed the button.</div>
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At first, all she heard was her own heart beating. Static
warbled over the speakers, a hiss that had her looking nervously to the door
again and dialing down the volume until she could barely hear it. It wooshed
softly, and Zora leaned over and turned her ear to the speaker. The bug worked.
She could hear something, but it didn’t sound like Zander, or anyone speaking a
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It sounded like waves. She frowned and leaned down until her
hair made a red curtain over the console.
Whoosh, and a soft thumping. Faintly, she made out a gargle in the
background. It might be Pescine. She’d never heard their native tongue, but
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She tweaked the volume up a touch and the hiss overpowered
the grumbling voice. Damn. The baby kicked against her hand and the static
drowned out the lower gargle. Zora sat back. She turned the sound up and
listened to the noises coming from her speakers. </div>
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Whooshing, a soft thumping rhythm. The gargle sounded again,
louder and accompanied by a rumble in her belly. It said, I want and Earth
Burger. It said, you ate the bug, dummy. She’d keyed in the wrong code and now
her stomach was speaking to her in imaginary Pescine.</div>
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She reached again, but didn’t key in the other code right
away. Instead, she listened to the next swoosh, to the heartbeat and the
gurgle. There was a baby in there. Was the bug picking up her heart or her
child’s? Was little Zora moving? Flailing her three arms and fifteen tiny
fingers?</div>
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Her growling tummy overpowered the other sounds, however,
and she finally keyed in the second code and let the frequency shift to the
proper device, the one spying on the actual enemy. </div>
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This time, there was no static. Only the clear, nauseating
voice of the phony pirate captain rang through the room. Zora thoroughly
enjoyed turning him down a little. </div>
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“…Call through on a subspace channel.”</div>
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“Are you sure he’ll get it?” The Pescine’s voice was a
snarky as ever. If she’d talked to a proper pirate captain that way she’d have
been tossed out an airlock by now. </div>
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“Of course he’ll get it.” Zander’s answer drove away any
thought of orchestrated mutiny. “Iggy will be listening very intently. He’s
sent out the damn missing report on every channel.” </div>
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The Pescine bubbled an incoherent response, a snort perhaps.
Zora didn’t care. Iggy, he’d said. Sending out missing reports. Maybe they didn’t
think she’d run away after all. Maybe they were looking for her.</div>
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“What happens if he doesn’t answer?”</div>
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“He’ll answer.” </div>
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They fell silent for a moment. All she could hear was the
hum of the engines, ever-present on the bridge, and the soft bleep of an
occasional toggle being tweaked. Missing report on every channel. She chewed
her lip and found a strand of her hair to fidget with, curling it around her
finger and uncurling it again. There had to be something she could use in that.
Some way to get a message out maybe?</div>
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“They’ve got the authorities looking.” Miss Fish wasn’t one
to let a matter rest, apparently. She was just as annoying over the spy channel
as she was in person, in fact. This time, however, her snarkiness worked in
Zora’s favor. The more they chatted the better. </div>
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“Three governments. I know.”</div>
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“And?”</div>
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“I’m not worried about it.”</div>
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“You’re an inflated bastard, you know that?” Maybe the
Pescine had some good traits. She was, at least, observant. Also, she had more
guts than the gorilla.</div>
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Zander just laughed, soft and without even a trace of
concern. “As soon as Iggy gets my message, he’ll call them all off. You’ll see.”</div>
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“I hope you’re right, Captain.” That time, the title had no
sarcasm attached. </div>
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“Trust me. I know Ignatius. He won’t be able to refuse.” </div>
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The bridge pinged a few times, and Zander didn’t speak. The
engines hummed and Zora leaned forward, put her ear close as if that might goad
him into explaining. Her stomach fluttered and her grip on the console rim
whitened her knuckles. By the time the Captain’s voice came through again, she
was holding her breath. </div>
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“He’ll call them off,” Zander drawled. “He’ll do exactly
what I tell him to.”</div>
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The Pescine burbled again before speaking. “So you’ll just
dangle your bait, and this Emperor will come running?” </div>
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Zora’s ear lowered. She knew what was coming, but it didn’t lessen
the impact of Zander’s next words one bit. It didn’t smooth the edges off the
bastard’s laughter.</div>
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“Of course he will. We have his woman <i>and</i> his heir.” <br />
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