Secrets of Rahjen – Second Excerpt

Secrets of Rahjen - Book Cover

Here’s another excerpt from work-in-progress Star Lawyers Origins Book 3 – Secrets of Rahjen. To be released October 2019. (Exact date and pre-orders TBA.)

See the first excerpt of Secrets of Rahjen if you missed it!

In this passage, top-notch code writer Sally Ann Palmer and her married physicist friends Tanella and Perry Jennings are looking for exculpatory evidence to exonerate Tanella, Sally Ann and Mark Bricchetti, collectively charged with murdering Prince Ebbot, the Lutzak heir. Their search takes place in a dimensionally enhanced rainforest on the planet Rahjen, within the Estates of Warden Tall of Kina-Reilon. The first-person narrator is the loquacious Sally Ann.


Just because the Estates had this incomprehensible ability to expand without moving its outer walls doesn’t mean the ecosystem was a glorified video game. It was real and multiple-canopied, full of birds, bugs, and bonobo equivalents, with all the chattering sounds and pungent scents of a jungle on Earth. Like my first visit, the musty smell of decaying vegetation rose from the forest floor around me. Leaves and branches had begun to glow like sleepy fireflies, but soon the lightshow would commence in earnest.

With handheld datacom scanners bombarding them with data, Tanella and Perry Jennings had trouble focusing on the job we came here to do.

“Look, Perry! This forest is rife with biodiversity. And here’s something bizarre. I’ve isolated a grove with the exact chemistry and characteristics of Dracaena cinnabari, the ‘dragon blood tree’ of Socotra Island off the coast of Yemen. Sap of dark red resins, canopy like an open umbrella. To the left of the trail, see them? Not bio-luminous.”

“I see them.” Perry adjusted his glasses and squinted into a dark patch of the glowing woods. “Off the coast of Yemen, you say?”

“Yes, yes.” She nodded, her dark curls bobbing. “Socotra Island, called the most alien-looking place on Earth.”

“Maybe now we know why.”

“I wonder,” Tanella said. “Geologically, Socotra qualifies as one of Earth’s oldest islands. Did the specimens Dracaena cinnabari originally come from Rahjen, or did an Imperial starship take samples before H-sapiens left the trees?”

“Uh, excuse me?” I said. “Really hate to drag you guys away from the Nature Channel, but Tanella and me have a date with the hangman if we don’t find evidence from that squashed disruptive device.

“I’m sorry, Sally Ann,” she said. “You’re right of course.”

“Good. We find the evidence and use these datacoms to call Warden Taal’s people for a hop back to his teleport station. Now, if you’ll—”

“Perry, look!” Tanella’s nose bent to the datacom.

I groaned. “Quit playing with your smartphones and help me!” My God, I sounded just like my mom.

Tanella ignored my plea. “I’m getting a reading of high grade silicon with traces of gold, copper, nickel, cadmium, and germanium. Also half a dozen elements which don’t appear in the Periodic Table.”

Halloo?” I said. “Did anybody hear what I said? Me likey jungle planet, Memsaab, but no want die here.”

Perry pointed to his datacom. “Essay, these readings could be residual signatures of a high-tech device. She’s found it.”

“For real?” I perked up. “Where, where?”

“If I’m correctly deciphering this Miyosian direction-finder,” Tanella said, “traces of the disruptive device should be 605.2 meters, that way.” She plunged into the underbrush, holding the datacom before her like a magnetic compass.

“Don’t be so sure about the distance,” I said. “The dimensions of this whacky woods expand like a clown car. And there’s a lot of thick underbrush.”

I followed her and Perry into the glowing foliage. We hiked for about half an hour, stopping frequently while the physicists recalculated a Northwest Passage around impenetrable walls of vegetation. Of course, every new direction meant finding our way over leaf litter, rock outcroppings, broken branches, and your occasional curtain of vines stout enough to swing a dozen Tarzans.

Somewhere I took a wrong turn and lost track of the diligent duo, and for a few minutes it was me and Robert Frost, admiring the woods with promises to keep, minus a snowy evening.

When I caught up, they had stopped abruptly at a small clearing with a natural spring. Tanella was squatting by the clear water Asian-style, something she learned as a toddler from her late mom. (I can’t do it, neither can Perry.) I figured they’d paused to get a drink.

“Did you find the high-tech wreck?” I said.

“Shhh!” She held a finger to her lips and pointed to a furry lump near the water’s edge. It stretched four limbs and rolled into a fetal position, still asleep.

“What is it?” Perry said, kneeling to look closer.

“Huffik Horror,” I whispered.

This is your monster?” Perry said.

“Must be a baby Horror.”

“He doesn’t look horrifying at all,” Tanella said softly.

“How did it get here?” Perry 

“Maybe we misunderstood where his daddy lives,” I said. 

At first, Elya thought they were extinct. Then she assumed the Huffik Horrors roamed the Imperial protected lands beyond the walls of Kina-Reilon Estates. So much for her venerable Ziahra clairvoyance. This tiny terror could not have climbed the barrier and eluded security alone. Maybe a whole tribe of them lived in the Warden’s expandable sanctuary, or maybe a family figured out how to overnight here behind Taal’s forcefields to keep their infant safe from predators. Which meant his parents were frantically searching for their missing baby.

Weird. It was like I could feel Huffy’s shaggy presence, somewhere out there. Maybe all this stumbling around a psychedelic forest on another planet was turning me into a New Ager. Or a Witch! That I could get into.

“We should leave him,” Perry said. “Continue our search.”

“Yeah, he’s okay inside the compound,” I agreed. “Which way to the evidence?”

Tanella stood and checked her datacom. “We’re there.”

“There where?” I glanced around the little clearing, half-lit by pink and yellow neon bushes that surrounded the bubbly pool. “This ain’t the place where I found the Lutzak doohickey. It’s missing a big-assed, horizontal tree trunk.”

“You’re sure there was a fallen tree?” Perry said.

“I fell over it.”

Tanella raised the datacom and swept all directions. “No tree, but given your peregrinations and the aberrant readings indicating—”

“Speak English!”

“The evidence is here, Sally Ann.”

“Where?” I said.

She squatted beside the little Horror again. “He’s collected it.”

I squinted in the tree-glow until I could make out a dark red chunk of the disrupter box clasped in the little Horror’s hand.

“That’s it!” I said. “Well, maybe. It was night. The box was dark.”

Perry tapped his datacom. “Tee, I’m reading a thermoset polymer with a familiar molecular structure. Look at its primary resin.”

“Holy fuck,” Tanella gasped.

I blinked. “Did you just say—?”

“Straight from Dracaena cinnabari,” she said.

“The dragon blood tree?” I said.

“Somebody brewed that instrument package to read like it originated on Earth, then stuffed it full of Lutzak tech,” Tanella said.

“Somebody with access to this compound,” Perry said. “Somebody who knew a distinctive tree from Earth grew here.”

“Alien tech in a Terran wrapper,” Tanella said.

“Why would somebody that?” I said. “It incriminates everybody.”

Perry said, “Not enough data points to form a hypothesis yet, Essay.”

“We need to retrieve that chunk of the disruptive device.” Tanella glanced at me. “Can you do your Huffik-whisperer trick with the baby Horror?”

I knelt beside the little guy, feeling the soft compost of the forest floor squish beneath my romper-clothed knees. The chimp-sized, dark red primate’s rhythmic breathing meant he was sailing the clouds of dreamland with that chunk of vital evidence gripped in his hand.

“Huffy Junior…” I sang to him and petted his head. “Wakey-wakey.”

But he was either a phenomenally deep-sleeping creature or totally exhausted, because the four eyes remained tightly shut and his deep breathing continued. Before we ventured into the wilds, I had scored a handful of Miyosian protein bars. Drawing on lessons learned on my first trip, it occurred to me this babe-in-the-woods might wake up for a midnight feeding. So, I pulled one finger-sized doggie treat from the pocket of my green romper and waved it under his nose.

The four eyes squeezed tight, then curled opened a bit, like lids to pull-tab cans. His nose widened as he sniffed the protein bar, and so did his eyes. A pink tongue jutted from dark red lips, jabbed the edible, and snapped back into his mouth. The cheeks rose and fell as he chewed placidly, so I got a second bar ready.

Now he was fully awake and trained all four eyes on the blonde furless ape in dark green clothing who hand-fed him. He made a little whining sound, and I felt the conflict within him. Hunger and confusion, fear and hope, above all a yearning to be comforted.

So, like I did with his daddy, I reached out and offered the second treat, which he eagerly grabbed by tongue. While he was chewing I rubbed his tummy, which brought a response I’d never anticipated. Huffy Junior slid forward and snuggled against me, burying his head against my tummy. 

I put my arms around him and rocked the baby, who still clutched the chunk of plastic and circuitry from the disruptive device.

Of course. His toy comforts him.

Tanella smiled. Perry nodded. They kept their distance. Huffy chewed a third protein bar, clinging to me with his free arm. Then he sniffed at the datacom in my hand, so I showed it to him. He made a gurgling sound and started poking at the lighted squares but never released the chunk of red plastic.

I waited while he played. Sooner or later, I had to wrest that evidence from his grasp, but how could I steal toys from a baby? And then a cold chill rippled through me. What if his parents were dead? The world beyond the Estates was a wilderness preserve where creatures fended for themselves. I had no idea what combinations of giant insects or meat-eating predators roamed those lands. What would we do with an orphaned beastie like Huffy Junior? Surely Warden Taal must have employees or droids to—

Three swirls of light appeared opposite the spring, and when the teleported figures materialized each wore black body armor with visors down. They carried heavy blast weapons pointed in our direction. An electronically disguised voice spoke to me.

“Move away from the animal.”

Huffy Junior yakked in baby-babble, hopped to tottering feet and tried to hide behind me. He took my datacom and his plastic toy with him.

“Miss Palmer, step aside or die.”

“Kiss my Norwegian ass!” Well, I could’ve chosen the words better, considering they had space guns.

“I will not warn you again. Move or die.”

“Drop the weapons!” Perry’s arm flashed forward with a silvery blaster in his grip. Don’t ask me how he got it. “This is set to full kinetic.”

You are outnumbered, Dr. Jennings.” Two of the bad guys pointed their rifle blasters at the Jennings family. “Shall we kill your wife, or will you cooperate?”

Tanella side-stepped away from Perry. “Take out the leader with your first shot.”

“This is pointless,” the spokesperson in black said. “All we want is the missing piece.”

But I knew in my soul they were going to kill us, including little Huffy. When Perry relaxed slightly, looking to his beloved Tanella, the intruders moved to shoot us down. Reflexively, like defending against a punch, my hands jerked up, and when the killers opened fire so did I.

To my utter astonishment, light blazed from my upraised palms, deflecting their blaster shots. I watched myself hurl thunderbolts which struck the three attackers and froze them in place. Actually, I’d lifted them a yard off the forest floor, stiff as three life-sized statues. My limbs trembled from the flow of raw energy, and I knew it would be easy to crush these vermin with a thought  but I controlled the murderous temptation.

“How did you do that?” Tanella gasped.

“No fucking idea.” I lowered them to ground level and asked Perry to collected the weapons from their immobile hands. He tossed the deadly blasters one by one to Tanella, who laid them on the forest floor. Perry searched the containers along the legs and back of their body armor for other arsenals. He came up with clamshell-shaped devices like none of us humans had ever seen before. Perry handed the strange items to Tanella, who popped them in her pantleg pocket and zipped it.

Tanella asked Perry for the hand-held blaster and examined it gingerly. “Where did this come from?”

“Mark Bricchetti,” he confessed. “He showed me how to adjust it from stun to lethal settings.”

She shook her head. “Mark gave you a gun?”

“A weapon,” Perry said indignantly. “You recall, I served with the Air Force in Afghanistan.” 

“You were in data processing at Bagram Air Base! You enlisted for the GI Bill.”

Meanwhile, I had held my arms up for several years now and was getting tired. “Hey, Jenningses? I’m not the Energizer bunny. What do you want me to do with the bad guys?”

Tanella snorted. “Send them deep into the wilderness preserve.”

I laughed sarcastically. Then rainbow colors flashed from my fingers and the men in black went away. Disappeared. Vamoosed. Okay, that spooked me. But Huffy Junior squealed with delight and hugged my legs.

“Essay, how did you do that?” Perry said.

“How did she do any of it?” Tanella said. “Sally Ann, before today I was skeptical of your stories about Elya. Now you’ve displayed massive psionic powers without her help.”

“Elya’s consciousness was inside my head. Some of her powers must have stuck,” I said. “Does that make any scientific sense?”

“No, I think we’re in Arthur C. Clarke territory,” Tanella said.

When my nose wiggled with confusion, Perry explained. “Science fiction writer. Clarke said, ‘Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.’ Like the Ziahra, Duchess Eyla. Whatever science she taps into won’t make sense to us.”

“Like FTL?” I said.

“No, that’s one nut I’m going crack,” Tanella declared.

Watch for Star Lawyers Origins – Book 3 – Secrets of Rahjen release date early in October. Preorders available late September. 

Secrets of Rahjen (Star Lawyers Origins Book 3)

Secrets of Rahjen (Star Lawyers Origins Book 3)

Friends & Lovers of Sci-Fi: Here’s a Shepherd-Blog special peek at the cover of the upcoming Star Lawyers Origins Book 3 : Secrets of Rahjen (release date Sept. 2019), plus an excerpt from the opening sequence. Get a cool drink, sit back, and stand by for a steamy opener. (Who says nerds can’t have a love life?)

Excerpt from Star Lawyers Book 1 – Jump Gate Omega

Matthews Trade Embassy

Suryadivan Prime – Near the Galactic Rim

22 March 3104

A double life-sized bronze image dominated the reception area, an African-Asian woman in lab coat looking upward through the glass wall at the city skyline and visible stars. She held an old-style clipboard under arm, and her hair was swept back into a ponytail.

“Tanella Jennings,” Tyler whispered, loud enough for J.B. to hear.

“A thousand years later,” his brother said, “and we’re still following in her footsteps.”

Tyler wandered through the crowd and touched the base of the bronze statue. The others joined him. “Ironic. She designed the first functional FTL propulsion system, but never left the Earth’s surface.”

“That’s controversial,” Demarcus Platte said. Tyler and J.B. laughed politely. Demarcus did not appear amused. “Boss, you never read the Palmer Journal? Her best friend claimed they were abducted by aliens when they were teenagers.”

Tyler shrugged. “No offense, Inspector, but nobody takes that story seriously.”

“Well, some people do,” Demarcus grumbled.

Rosalie studied the memorial. “Quite a woman. I’m glad Daddy sent her image out here to the Rim.”

“Not just Jennings—look.” Tyler gestured to a pair of bronze works farther down the glass-roofed lobby. Even from this distance, the subjects of the metallic statuary were unmistakable. One had a dog by his side. Tyler recited the names like a space-traveler’s prayer. “Aurelio Lupetti and Brian Brightstar.”

“Two greatest captains in human history.” J.B.’s voice quivered with emotion. “Commander of the first faster-than-light starship, side-by-side with the foremost deep space explorer of them all.”

Rosalie smiled. “And his pit bull, Riley,”

Tyler took a deep breath. “Hero worship is adjourned. Let’s focus on tonight’s mission.”

Note to readers of the Star Lawyers books:

Star Lawyers Origins tells the stories of those three pioneers in human exploration of the galaxy in three trilogies. The first set—Stardate, Bad Moon Rising, and Secrets of Rahjen—and features Tanella Jennings-Blake ad her friends. 

Star Lawyers Origins is a new series, which compliments the Star Lawyers books and brings a whole new set of voices from different eras along the time line in the Star Lawyers Universe. Not all Star Lawyers Origins will feature young central characters, but when the narrator or point of view character is a teen, I have downshifted the adult language and frank sensuality found in the Star Lawyers series to a “PG” rating, opening the first two Origins adventures to a wider set of readers. 

So far, the formula seems to work. Those first two books, Stardate and Bad Moon Rising, have received warm praise from readers literally from Middle School to retirement complex. As storytellers from Disney to Isaac Asimov to George Lucas and James Cameron have shown, there is something universal about an adventure tale well told. Perhaps you will find the Star Lawyers Origins books worthy of that great story-telling heritage. 

Now we move to Book Three of the spin-off series, The Secrets of Rahjen, which requires a caveat to readers who enjoyed Stardate and Bad Moon Rising. Although Book Three brings the central characters in the trilogy together again, seven years have passed and they are no longer middle schoolers but full adults. The language content and sensual interactions must shift accordingly.

Mark and Keshikka are lovers; Tanella Blake is no long a child prodigy but has earned a Ph. D. in theoretical physics and married Dr. Perry Jennings; and airhead Sally Ann Palmer has become a highly sought computer programmer. If the trilogy were motion pictures instead of books, parts One and Two would likely be rated PG, Book Three Secrets of Rahjen would be rated R due to factors (language, adult situations, etc.) which classify movies today.

Just like people do, the kids of Stardate and Bad Moon Rising have grown up. The next level is spicy, frisky, sexy, and sometimes a little naughty, as the adventure, humor, and romance continues during the early days of humanity’s march to the stars.

Welcome back to the expanded Star Lawyers Universe.

Technology doesn’t change who we are, it magnifies who we are. The good and the bad.

When your time comes, and it will, you’ll never be ready. But you’re not supposed to be. Find the hope in the unexpected. Find the courage in the challenge

You won’t be here for the end of the story.

Tim Cook, Appel CEO

Stanford University Graduation

Sunday, 16 June 2019 T.C.E.

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Translation:

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yah-huh.”

Sally Ann Palmer / 16 June 2019

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Prologue: Scientific Union

Palo Alto, California

March 2018

Black sky wore its brightest stars like diamonds scattered across the roof of the city when Perry Jennings parked his dilapidated Mustang convertible on the top tier of the student parking facility. He turned to his date, the brilliant doctoral student Tanella Blake, and smiled slightly but made no move to open the doors or close the distance between them. They were platonic friends. So far.

Dr. Jennings turned in his seat but leaned back against the door, as though he wanted an escape hatch available. “You’re a lot of fun to be with, Tanella.”

“Fun?” She smiled slightly. “I’ve been accused of many things, but never that.”

“My internship is ending this term. I need to start teaching and doing original research.”

Her smile faded. “Will you be leaving?”

The physicist shrugged. “Should I stay?”

“Do you have the option?”

“I have an offer here at Stanford, another at Princeton.”

“So, you could stay here indefinitely.”

“Theoretically, yes. But I’ll become an instructor, which means we can’t continue these lively conversations over Pizza Hut fare.”

Now she frowned. “No fraternizing.”

“Correct.”

“Is there any way around the problem?” She pulled out her phone and Googled the specific policies they would be violating. “I could talk to Campus HR, write a release.”

He shook his head. “They won’t allow instructors to socialize with graduate students. Understandable in today’s Me, Too climate.”

“Our dinners infused with physics and politics have kept my sanity,” she said. “But I don’t want to damage your career.”

“Good. I have a workaround to propose.”

“Oh?” She perked up. “I thought you said we couldn’t—”

“Marry me.”

Tanella’s full lips opened but no sound came out. She turned away while Perry argued his hypothesis. “Stanford can’t object if you go to dinner with your spouse. And if we agree to cohabitate, it will save rent. Doesn’t that make sense? We’d make such a great team. Intellectually, I mean.”

“Intellectually?” Tanella stared out the windshield at the Palo Alto cityscape, avoiding his eyes.

“Yes! You’ll earn your Ph.D. next spring. Think of what we can accomplish as a couple if—”

“Marry you?” She glared at him. “You’ve never even kissed me.”

Now his mouth dropped open. “I… I always assumed you just wanted companionship. Someone who could usually keep up with your ideas, who understood the math.”

“Perry, you’re a good physicist, but not that good.”

“Why have you continued to have dinner with me—”

“Dinner? This isn’t dinner, it’s Pizza Hut!”

“If you felt that way, why have we—”

Tanella grabbed her head. “God! Do I have to write the algorithm for you?”

Perry cowered at the door, hand on the latch. “I don’t understand. I thought you wanted to talk physics, politics—”

“As the great American philosopher Sally Ann Palmer once said, ‘You are a fucking idiot.’” She grabbed his hand and pressed it to her breast, leaned against him and they kissed. Not a peck but a deep, tongue-tickling, heart-thumping Frenchie.

“My God, Tanella. Where did you learn—?”

“Extensive research in the literature of foreplay and coitus.”

“You read porn?” Perry stared at her, like he was seeing this lovely African-Asian, whom he had dated almost a year, for the first time.

“Steamy romances,” she said. “No fade to black.”

“But—”

“Enough theory. Let’s experiment.”

They kissed again and this time Perry caressed her boobs as she moaned softly. The kiss lasted through three changes of traffic lights on the street below. He finally gasped, coming up for air.

“Does that mean you accept my proposal?”

She jingled her apartment keys in his ear. “Ask me again after the honeymoon.”

Sometime in the night as they rested between sex, Perry rubbed her shoulders and whispered, “You were a virgin.”

“The sheets will wash.”

He slapped her bare bottom playfully. “How could someone as lovely as you—”

“Oh, pooh. Even I recognize that classic male strategy. Tell a smart woman she’s pretty and a pretty woman she’s smart.”

He rolled her over and they kissed. “I surrender. No strategies. I’ve loved you from the first day you bounced across my vision field, bent on capturing a Stanford doctorate single-handedly. I thought, ‘She must be dating somebody…’ So it took me months get up the courage to suggest physics-talk over pizza.”

“I never found any men to talk with. Sure, I was approached frequently. But they were all undergrads who couldn’t—I don’t want to sound dismissive… But they couldn’t communicate with me.”

“Didn’t you want a boyfriend for something other than communication?”

“Tell you the truth.” She propped herself up on one elbow. “Many a night after studying all day I would pick up a lusty-busty romance novel and dream about alternative realities. Some Universe where I’d march into an off campus bar, pick up a guy, and give it up. But I never did. Couldn’t make the math work.”

“Glad you waited?” he said.

“I am still testing that hypothesis, but the results are encouraging.” She touched his cheek. “I’m so incredibly comfortable with you. Here we are, jaybird naked, and it feels… natural.”

Perry entwined his fingers with hers. “‘Come, my queen, take hands with me, And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be.’”

She laughed. “Playing the Shakespeare card already, Professor? Out of fresh ideas, or catching your breath?”

“None of the above,” he said as they came together again.

Perry and Tanella made love in her single bed until dawn, then slept past noon and missed classes and assignments. She had never ditched before in her long years as a student. Perry was a good lover, and they found they were compatible in more ways than intellectually.

“You feel so good,” he said as they coupled yet again in early afternoon. “Why did we wait so long?”

“Run that Sally Ann quote in your head,” she said, wrapping her legs around his lean body. “And keep screwing me.”

They were married two months later under the domed ceiling and stained glass windows of Stanford’s Memorial Church with a few hundred friends, family, students and faculty in attendance. Her father, Dr. Nathaniel Blake, gave the bride away, and lifelong best friend Sally Ann Palmer was Tanella’s bridesmaid. Perry asked his younger brother to take a break from Harvard Law to be his best man.

Life seemed perfect. She was ABD for her doctorate, Perry’s star was rising among the physics interns, and she had received a few indications Stanford was interested in her research proposals.

As she planned her final days as a graduate student over Perry’s superb triple cheese omelets, newlywed Tanella Jennings was not aware of the order issued by the Lower Horde of the Lutzak Eparchy condemning her to death. While she reviewed the final proofs of her dissertation, a platoon of Lutzak assassins boarded an assault frigate for the journey to Earth from a ringed world in a star system eight thousand light years Rimward of the Terran sun.

Life in the Bay Area was too good to think about anything but years of married love and physics research ahead. Besides, even if Tanella had been told of the danger, she would not have believed it. She had demonstrated by her Ph.D. studies that Faster Than Light travel was impossible.

Notes from Dr. Tom’s Desk: Star Lawyers Series Aliens

Star Lawyers

Sampler Weekly Feature #1

Progress Report on Book 5 – The Stellar Light Conspiracy: Book 5/TSLC is the most far-ranging, exciting Star Lawyers adventure yet. Four simultaneous jury trials in the midst of a Galaxy-wide conflict. I thought a good use of this Blog space would be to provide deep background on characters, races, deities, and cultures featured in the Star Lawyers series, notably in Book 5.

So, let’s set the scene before the feast begins. We start with order of battle information, intel reports on the combatants.

Hideki Tsuchiya of the breakaway Terran colony at New Osaka has provoked a war for dominance among starfaring powers of known space. The conflict pits a coalition of the Terran Commonwealth, the fearsome Parvian Republic, the blue/purple Quirt-Thymean Empire, and the humanoid red reptoids of the Tarkian Domain; against Tsuchiya’s self-declared New Galactic Empire and its axis of predatory star nations, including: the mudball Rek Kett, plus humanoids of the Zone of Wilmoth, Nosrika Domain, Lutzak Horde, and Zamkalon Purview.

Now, if you’re a normal reader, you probably zipped over that list with a combination of thoughts beginning with WTF and ending with WHO’ZAT? Rather than spread a thin layer of info about all combatants in one blog, we’ll look at one or two per installment. This information is scattered through the Star Lawyers books, including un-named volumes still on the drawing board in my head.

So, all you Blog-buddies get a special preview into the author’s works-in-progress. We begin with a member of Tsuchiya’s NGE Axis:

The Nosrika Domain

The Nosrika Domain consists of fifteen member worlds along the Orion Arm of the galaxy. Originally settled by explorers from the planet Nosrika, the Rimward edge of Domain Space now borders a group of worlds claimed by the far-flung Meklavite Union, a formidable foe the Nosrikans have avoided antagonizing.

Nosrikans are warm-blooded humanoids with tan facial skin and reddish fuzz on their arms, neck, back, and legs. They are sexually compatible with humans but not reproductively so. That suits them fine, since Nosrikans don’t intermarry with other species.

Their society centers around hunting wild prey, which has been the center of religious practice since prehistory. To maintain this link, Nosrikan metropolitan areas provide large tracts of forest and streams, and citizens sign up to hunt the required game animals once a Nosrikan year, about 620.5 days by the Terran calendar. They hunt in packs on foot with primitive weapons.

Tyler Matthews once noted that the Nosrikan game-killing spree reminded him of the Suryadivan Hunt which took the marsupial-amphibians to Adao-2 for a similar religious blood-ritual of carnivore behavior.

Nosrikan social order is based on an expanded tribal culture, similar to ancient Rome. At the lowest level are slaves, followed by freedmen (former slaves, manumitted), Pack Members (lower classes), Betas and Alphas (lower and higher forms of the aristocracy), and the First Citizens (ruling elite). All positions in the government are democratically elected, including the First Citizens, from the pool of eligible candidates due to birth, wealth, and legal status. Everyone but slaves can vote.

All citizens are eligible for election to the Grand Assembly and Regional Assemblies. At the very top of the Nosrikan pyramid is the High Leader, who appoints his ministers and staff from the classes above Pack Members. A First Citizen convicted of criminal activity would not be eligible for High Leader or participation in the Assemblies.

Religion in the Domain is considered a personal choice—as Terrans say, “Atheism to Zen”—and all forms of worship or non-participation are tolerated. The choice of most Nosrikans continues to be a modernized form of polytheism with an array of gods and goddesses related to all aspects of life. Like most modern polytheists, Nosrikans consider all these deities as expressions of One Divine Presence and Power undergirding all reality.

The Nosrikan attitude to outsiders and inferiors is far less enlightened. They buy and sell slaves at ongoing auctions in the city squares and consider this to be normative. They also consider any new planet up for grabs, even when inhabited by sentient beings. They have a medium-sized navy consisting of frigates, light and heavy cruisers plus mining and transport vessels.

Terrans call them an “opportunity expansionist power,” a star nation with expansionist goals that doesn’t tackle opponents with significant forces of their own. This bias was reinforced three centuries ago when the Domain attempted to seize lightly defended Quirt-Thymean colony worlds along their Spinward border and received a bad whipping from the Blue Navy. Malice toward the evil Quirt-Thymeans lingers to this day in Nosrikan lore.

In Book 5 – The Stellar Light Conspiracy the Nosrikans have an opportunity to pay back the Blue people for that humiliating defeat centuries ago. (Sorry. You’ll have to wait to see what happens.)

Next edition, the Blog will look a the “fearsome Parvian Republic” which is fortunately an ally of the Terran Commonwealth. In fact, one task assigned to Noah Matthews it to keep his Parvian friends from acting like they usually do, i.e., smash and destroy every adversary until their homeworlds are lifeless cinders. As Noah warns World Chief Executive Roland Rooney, “A tiger in your camp is a tiger nonetheless.”

Keep your datacoms open for incoming transmissions.

Tom Shepherd

Tucson, AZ

The Stellar Light Conspiracy – Sneak Peek

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Sneak Peek at Star Lawyers Book 5

The Stellar Light Conspiracy – Star Lawyers Book 5

(Work-in-Progress)

When the lift reached Jaco’s floor, Rosalie and Inspector Platte drew their weapons. Flames licked the wall and the unmistakable spray of burned blood caked the flameless sections. Two Ounta-Kadiis men and a woman, badly burned and motionless, lay in red smears on the floor. They had the typical OK ruddy complexions with dark blue locks. The woman clutched a scorched handbag to her breast.

Demarcus checked for a pulse while Rosalie guarded the crime scene. “Dead, all three. Thermal blaster.”

“No clean shots,” Rosalie said. “Fire holes in the wall. Repeatedly missed at close range. The killer is an amateur.”

“This just happened,” Demarcus said. “The perp’s nearby.”

“Which flat belongs to Jaco?” Her eyes darted both ways.

“I can’t read the characters.” He held up his datacom and Rosalie nodded.

“This way.” She sidestepped the bodies and flew down the corridor to the right.

The door was ajar, which saved Demarcus the trouble of kicking it down. Rosalie broke left, weapon in each hand, while Platte went opposite. She saw the assassin first. Tall and slim with dark red hair, about thirty years old, he stood over Jaco’s burned, bloody body.

Multiple thermal rounds had torn through the young Flight Controller’s chest and impacted the wall. Small fires still burned, but Jaco was not breathing. The thermal blaster in the killer’s hand was Terran made. Even across the room, Rosalie could see it indicated live charge at kill setting, recently fired.

“Police—drop the weapon!” Demarcus ordered through his datacom translator.

When the armed man turned to them without lowering his blaster, Rosalie did not issue a second warning. She put four kinetic rounds through his chest and a fifth between the eyes. Red mist sprayed the furniture and work station behind him and the assassin fell, the back of his head gone, replaced by destroyed skull pieces and bloody gray matter.

“You had the right to remain silent, mother-fucker,” Demarcus said to the corpse.

Rosalie pocketed her weapons and knelt beside Jaco. She had known the young man only a few hours, but they shared breathless kisses, a spontaneous experiment in First Contact between Terran exo-anthropologist and Ounta-Kadiis Flight Controller.

She wanted this nightmare to end, to hit undo, delete, restart.

Rosalie put a hand on his chest, bent to kiss dead lips. Like Juliet beside her poisoned Romeo, they were still warm.

“Jaco… I should have gone home with you.” She started to cry.

 “Miss Matthews, this wasn’t your fault.”

“I broke the JPT Code,” she sobbed. “Killed that asshole with a vengeful heart.”

“Which he richly deserved,” Platte said. “It was a good shoot.”

The door filled with females in body armor, all carrying heavy blasters. Watcher-women, Law Enforcement clones with life-and-death authority at crime scenes. Demarcus raised empty hands.

“Miss Matthews, I need your language skills in Jekka-D.”

Rosalie showed her hands and stepped beside him.

“Do not move again,” the leader said. “I am Watcher-woman 3-C.16 Tofera-Leigyu.”

She was tall, with dark red hair streaked in gold, and had a wide, mature face. Rosalie estimated late-forties by human standards. Her neck showed the same vertical train of dominoes tattoo that designated all clone women.

Tofera-Leigyu ordered her officers to extinguish the tiny fires. With flames quenched, the Watcher-woman demanded identification.

“We are officers of the Terran Commonwealth,” Rosalie said in Jekka-Duoonka.

“State your rank and caste level.”

“Terrans have no formal caste system. I am Rosalie Matthews, Commonwealth First Contact Delegate. This is Inspector Demarcus Platte, Star Lawyers Chief of Security.”

“What happened here, Delegate Rosalie-Matthews?”

“The victim is a friend. His Ounta-Kadiis name is Eighty-seven-zero-six, to the fourth power,but he asked me to call him… Jaco.” She took a breath, fighting tears.

Tofera-Leigyu glanced at Rosalie’s bare neck. “Are you his Natural?”

“No, Honored Watcher-woman. We were not intimates.”

“Your name is Matthews?”

“Yes.”

One of her deputies muttered a phrase in a language Rosalie had never heard. It was bound to happen. Every spacefaring star nation spoke an assortment of local languages. Watcher-Woman Tofera-Leigyu returned to Jekka-Duoonka.

“Are you the offspring of Charles Francis Matthews?”

Rosalie and Demarcus exchanged stunned looks. Uncle Charlie?

“No, Honored Watcher-woman. He is my father’s brother.”

Another officer called to the leader, this time in Jekka-D, but they spoke so quickly Rosalie could not follow the conversation.

“What happened to Controller Jaco?” Tofera-Leigyu asked.

Rosalie pointed to the killer’s corpse. “That man shot him. He probably dropped three bodies in the corridor before… before Jaco.”

“This man—the one you say killed all these people—how did he die?”

“He was standing over Jaco with a thermal blaster in hand,” Rosalie said. “Inspector Platte ordered him to drop the weapon, but he turned toward us without compliance. Seeing the threat, I shot him.”

“Five times?”

“Yes, honored Watcher-woman. He had just murdered three citizens and my friend.”

Demarcus spoke through his datacom. “The perpetrator posed an imminent threat to the life of Miss Matthews. He would have killed us both.”

The Watcher-woman spoke slowly, distinctly, as though aware of the translation device in play. “For what motive?”

“Likely he wanted no witnesses, ma’am.”

Tofera addressed Rosalie. “Do you know the identity of the man you killed?”

“No, ma’am.”

“Ninety-one-four-seven, to the third power, called ‘Professor Law’ by his students. He is a retired Master Criminologist of the Leptak Regional Authority. Many Watcher-women were trained by him, including myself.”

Demarcus was incredulous. “He’s LEO?”

Rosalie said, “Forgive me, Watcher-woman, but how could this man have trained you? Do Ounta-Kadiis men stay young forever? Among Terrans he would be far too young for a retired senior citizen.”

Tofera-Leigyu squatted by the bloody corpse. Two officers joined her and they rattled in Jekka-Duoonka, again too fast for Rosalie to follow. One of them waved a datacom over the body, the other held her own device steady, as if recording the image.

Watcher-woman Tofera-Leigyu stood. “Your observation is accurate. The victim appears now as a younger male. Nevertheless, it is Professor Law. I recognize the face, and my colleague ran a DNA scan to confirm his identity.”

“Ma’am, I am not a good linguist, like Miss Matthews,” Demarcus said through the translation app. “But if this guy was a cop, he was dirty.”

Tofera-Leigyu squared her shoulders. “I must ask again, Delegate Rosalie Matthews. Did you kill him?”

“Yes,” Rosalie said. “In self-defense.”

“Did you kill Jaco?”

“No.”

“Did you kill three citizens in the corridor?”

“No.”

“You are apprehended for multiple homicides. Your accomplice is also apprehended.”

“Do I have the right to call an attorney?”

“You do not.”

Rosalie’s eyes flashed to blue steel, like her father. “How can you arrest us when—?”

“We surrender,” Demarcus raised his hands. “Miss Matthews?”

The JPT dispatcher grit her teeth and raised empty hands, too.

*   *   *   *   *   *

Stay tuned…Launch date for The Stellar Light Conspiracy tentatively set for June 2019.

Tom Shepherd

Tucson, AZ

Aliens Make Nice Bedfellows… well, some of them.

Alien Diversity

Note about Alien Diversity from Dr. Tom’s Desk*

Reviewers and informal correspondents often remark about the array of alien races, planets, cultures and religions encountered in the main Star Lawyers series and its prequel spinoff, Star Lawyers Origins. Readers often comment positively on the multi-cultural spacefaring society I envision for the 32nd century. The complexity is usually well received, but one wag lodged an exasperated complaint that there was too much diversity!

Hello? A future where vast numbers of Earth’s people originate from non-European ancestry is not only likely, it’s already here. Currently, 75% of the human race lives on two continents: Asia (60%) and Africa (15%).

But let’s tie Donald Trump’s knickers in a knot and think about the untold trillions of undocumented aliens who live somewhere, out there.

I have had fun creating an even more complex picture of humanoid and non-humanoid star nations, species, races. (Using the word species and race interchangeably, rather than the limited and basically useless designation of “race” among our one-species human culture.) Here are some of the major players in 32nd century galactic civilization.

NON-HUMANOIDS (Excerpt from Jump Gate Omega):

“The majority of alien lifeforms differ wildly from the children of Earth. Insectoid Yegosians and reptilian Saurians. Sentient creatures with hard shells and multiple limbs but no head. Others looked like big luffa sponges with a few dozen garden hoses drooping off the moist membranes. There were brainy birds, intelligent vapor clouds who solidified to grasp tools or prey, and assorted races of sentient beings whose form and function defied human language to describe them without sounding nightmarish or just plain silly…

“(However) some humanoid aliens—Meklavites, Parvians, Quirt-Thymeans and others—were similar enough to Terrans to allow sexual—albeit not reproductive—compatibility… In some humanoids, the DNA double helix twisted left, instead of its “normal” right-handed form. But structural similarities abounded among bipedal humanoids. It was a maddening question.

“Then Wolfgang Ziegler offered an elegant, simple solution. In his twenty-fourth century work, Humanoid Efficiency, Ziegler theorized that, since there are a finite number of ways a creature can solve its evolutionary problems, similarities are bound to occur.”

HUMANOIDS

So, let’s run with Ziegler’s similarities. Here’s a sampler of four humanoid races whose political and social goals either align with humans or present no current threat in the 32nd century of Tyler Matthews.

Suryadivans – warm-blooded humanoid marsupial-amphibians with large, expressive head-fins. Not sexually compatible with H-sapiens. (Sorry, Captain Kirk. Neither are the green, plant-evolved, bipedal Kolovite women.) The Suryadivan Sacred Protectorate is the location for most of the action in Jump Gate Omega and Forbidden Sanctuary (Star Lawyers Books 1 & 2).

Quirt-Thymeans – Mr. Blue (A.K.A., Indigo, Prince Zenna) is a member of the humanoid race who founded the ancient Quirt-Thymean Empire. Although they are a single species, Thymeans are purple, Quirts blue. QTs are physically and sexually compatible with humans, albeit with short, doggy ears. Some scientists believe Quirts and humans might even be able to interbreed, with a little bio-tinkering. Mr. Blue frequently drives Tyler batty with his misreading of Terran metaphors and his indirect, high context way of communicating.

Meklavites –humanoid species, biologically compatible with Terrans. The Meklavite Union is a female-dominated oligarchical state in which women rule and men are subordinate. Mek women of means may form a Stable, essentially a harem, with as many husbands as they can financially support. This widespread practice of polygamy creates shortages of men, which means large numbers of middle-class women will never marry or have children. The major religion of the multi-planet, Meklavite Union is best described as witchcraft, with presiding witches and covens at ascending levels of the society.

Parvians – the Parvian Republic is home to the most compatible humanoid species yet encountered. (Until Book 5 – The Stellar Light Conspiracy, launching in May-June) Parvians have a well-earned reputation for ferocity among spacefaring civilizations. However, they are not expansionist and use their naval strength to keep the peace. As Noah Matthews says in Book 5, my work-in-progress, “Parves don’t start fights. They finish them.” They are loyal friends and merciless foes. Physically they are slightly smaller than the average Terran and well-proportioned, with multi-hued complexions, deep brown to pale beige, Afro-black to Norse blonde hair. Their species is known for its affability, zest for life, and for visiting devastation on anyone foolhardy enough to attack them. The common, cross-cultural watchword for dealing with citizens of the Republic: “Don’t fuck with the Parves.”

More alien species/races/cultures will appear in future books. If you want a hint, take a look at the gathering aboard Hakkian Granth’s flagship in Star Lawyers Origins Book 1 – Stardate.

Tom Shepherd

Tucson, AZ

*(No, I can’t write you a prescription for Medical 420. I’m a retired graduate school professor of religious studies.)

Ethical Sub-Routines for Shepherd-Think

Censorship

Ethical Sub-Routines for Shepherd-Think

Welcome back to the starship Patrick Henry.

Except this voyage takes you to Pirate space aboard the creaky, captured Dengathi pirate ship Howling Tadpole. It also reprises the much-acclaimed courtroom cross-examination of Tanis Zervos by Prince Zenna-Zenn, a.k.a., Mr. Blue. And the trial takes place in a Pirate Courtroom, where the judge summarily executes convicted defendants and stun blasts court employees who fail to follow instructions.

What’s not to love about venues like that?

While writing the story, I wrestled with problems about how to create shady characters and let them talk authentically, knowing what they will say would be highly offensive in this age of enlightened sensitivities. I thought about making everybody politically correct, but the whole cast of characters—from Tyler to the sneering, racist, violent misogynists whom the Star Lawyers must cross examine—came to see me and demanded freedom to be what they were. And some of them are—well, see the above.

“Look, Tom,” Tyler said, “there are some bad guys in here. And the good guys don’t always sound nice, either.”

Suzie added, “But do let us prattle, luv. Your job is to take the ear-bashing from those gits who don’t understand that you are not us.”

“Oh, that’s peachy. You guys are en route the Ounta-Kadiis League. I’m here on 21st century Terra, explaining to friends and relatives why Captain-Judge Carman uses language that would get him thrown off the bench in any court system in America. He sounds like Donald Trump backstage at a beauty pageant.”

“You can handle it,” Tyler said. “If the morality trolls arrest you for sacrilegious and salacious content, call us via Apexcom.”

“If writing authentically still feels a bit dodgy,” Suzie said, “I’ll update your ethical sub-routines for the whole Series. Standard rates apply.”

Well, maybe they’ll give me a discount. My Galactic Credits account at the Bank of Rahjen is running on empty.

The Pleasure of Writing

All whining aside, writing this book was a flight of joy. Some sadness, too. And the story continues when Tyler reunites with brother J.B. in Star Lawyers Book 5 – The Stellar Light Conspiracy.

Look for it in late winter, March 2019. (I’m not promising Book 5 will be done by then. But look for it.)

And we’re aiming for the release of Star Lawyers Origins 2Bad Moon Rising by February.

Feel free to rave about the series to friends and loved ones.

Dr. Tom

Tucson, AZ

December 2018

PS: I’ve been contacted by Podium about the possibility of bringing out all the Star Lawyers books as a professionally narrated audio book series. More about that when the details are firmed up. As Rodney Rooney would say, “Wowzers!”

Report from 20Booksto50K Writers

20booksto50k writers

Report from 20Booksto50K Writers

Okay, so you gather 700+ Indie writers and media professionals.

Where ya gonna meet?

LAS VEGAS 2018

Every year the FB community called 20Booksto50K assembles at Sam’s Town Hotel & Casino (the latter a Vegas requirement) for three days of meetings, lectures, and pep rallies about Independent Publishing (A.K.A., Indie). The minnows and the whales, all in one pool. (No sharks allowed. Tyler’s Space Marines blasted them in the parking lot. Oh, right. You don’t know about the Marine Detachment soon to be assigned to the Patrick Henry, do you? But I digress…)

And the amazing thing about this trip to Las Vegas was that slot machines were everywhere, but yours truly did not spend a Galactic Credit on gambling, even though I carried my Bank of Rahjen debit card, zipped inside the pocket of my yellow, M-double-I jumpsuit.

Indie giants

Indie giants like Conference Organizer Craig Martelle, mega-bestselling sci-fi authors Michael Anderle, M.D. Cooper, and seven hundred (700) more-or-less successful writers listened to presentations on how to write better and faster to get the books you love out of their heads and into your Kindles.

Let me confess—I was a skeptic. Good books take time, and some of the guys & galz are knocking them out by the dozen. (Question, sci-fi lovers: Which genre sells the most fiction books? Answer at the bottom. No looking until I’m done talking, please.)*

And there are a lot of people writing a lot of books, as mentioned in my last blog. But I discovered it’s possible to deliver quality work to your readers much more efficiently, to find the sweet spot between craftsmanship and productivity. I’m not going to churn out novels like the “big guys” do, sometimes writing a book a month. But there are a lot of stories yet to tell in the Star Lawyers Universe, and I plan on making a conscious effort to get them into your hands as quickly as possible while maintaining the quality of work you like to read.

5-6 books per year

Optimally, that would be 5-6 books per year. That’s my target. Considering it took me two or three years to write one book in the past, it’s an optimistic, some would say whimsical attempt at trusting the muse and driving ahead. I know you will let me know if the pace is too fast and the story loses depth of characters, excitement of their struggles, or believable richness of alien cultures where Star Lawyers do their work.

So…here’s a tentative set of publication dates from now until Valentine’s Day. Keep me in your thoughts & prayers. Or cuss the fact that you have to wait until February for J.B.’s mission to the Ounta-Kadiis to save Bertie (Book 5, see below)—that works, too.

But know that I appreciate everyone who takes time from busy lives to fly with Tyler and the Star Lawyers Corp for a brief visit to their Universe. And besides… Arrested on an alien world? Who ya gonna call?

BULLETIN FOR STAR LAWYERS CREW

Works in Progress**

Star Lawyers – Book 4 – The House of the Silent Moons

[ Release date: 3 December ]

Star Lawyers Origins – Book 2 – Bad Moon Rising

[ Release date: 1 January 2019 ]

Star Lawyers – Book 5 – The Stellar Light Conspiracy

[ Release date: 14 February 2019 ]

**All release dates are tentative targets.

See you out there in the Star Lawyers Universe!

Tom Shepherd

Tucson, AZ

*Which genre sells the most fiction books? Answer: Romance. (For real. Not even close. Look it up.)

Sexy Humanoid Aliens

Sexy Humanoid Alien

Sexy Humanoid Aliens

Sexy Humanoid Aliens—How Likely?

Most sci-fi Writing—books, teleplays and screenplays—feature humans in the lead role. Makes sense. If you want to sell dog foods you need to feature a dog in the promo. But even smart dogs can’t buy their own grub, so advertising shows attractive women or men playing with and preparing delicious vittles for their four-legged friends. Humans are hopelessly anthropocentric. Probably so with any intelligent species.

But how likely is it that future explorers will encounter sexy aliens who look like garden variety Homo sapiens, plus pointy ears and oddly tinted coloring? Sci-fi writers have succumbed to the temptation with wild abandon. The conquests of Captain James Tiberius Kirk are not limited to space combat. There was that hot scene with the green “Orion slave girl.” (James Bondage?)

Humans in the Trek universe have shared beds with Betazoids (Counselor Troi—yum!), Trills, Vulcans, Bajorans, Kazons (rejected for assimilation by the Borg—yuk!), the short-lived Ocampa, and others. It’s a plot device to inject sex and romance into the pseudo-geek-speak world of running a starship at warp speed. TNG’s Riker even flirts with a pair of Klingon female warriors, whom he jokingly offers to bed in a threesome. (You dodged a phaser blast, Will. They would have killed you with rough love.)

How possible is this? Scientists have smiled politely, like visiting scholars watching a third grade Halloween pageant, then issued condescending disclaimers about the impossibility of finding human-like species in large numbers, if we ever did develop the scientifically impossible, faster-than-light technologies needed “to boldly go” where nobody’s ever gone before. (They might even mention the split infinite.)

Alien Life will be… well.. alien

After all, alien life out there will be… well… alien. To paraphrase 20th century thinker Arthur Eddington, it will be stranger than we are capable of imagining. Okay, let’s play with that thought a little. We know only one habitable planet so far. Earth, sometimes called Terra in sci-fi literature. (I use both, but favor Terra.) What happened here, on the human homeworld?

Bilaterally symmetrical, bipedal creatures have developed rather profusely. Velociraptor to Homo sapiens, who were definitely not related. Some creatures, like lemurs and grizzlies, acquired optional bipedalism—front legs to help them run—but also to manipulate edibles and climb trees. Eyeballs evolved at least forty different times along unrelated evolutionary paths.

Humanoid Aliens – Why the similarities?

Because when creatures needed to navigate their world and grasp prey, front limbs became arms and hands. When they needed to see the world by visible light, evolution provided eyes in abundance.

Evolution isn’t going somewhere; it is not a program running until it produces an advanced creature. Evolution is a response to the needs of the organism, usually from environmental or demographic pressures. Limbs with hands can manipulate tools, increasing the creature’s survival options. Opposing thumbs make gripping those tools easier. Eyes, ears, and noses consolidated in a skull containing the animal’s brain make sensory input quicker, enables comparison among sounds, scents, and sights, again providing survival benefits. And placing the mouth in the head allows a two-legged creature to watch for danger while munching fruit, leaves, or prey.

Given the advantages of the five-star, humanoid shape for the development of tools and technology, is it really likely we will encounter no other species in the galaxy who are similarly configured?

Now, if we meet comely aliens who are inclined toward mixed-species dating… You might wonder whether Tab A would fit in Slot B? That’s a question of artistic license, and from the look of busty alien princesses on the covers of sci-fi literature, I think that license has not yet expired. (Thank you, Cap’n Kirk!)

In my Books

See the first volume in my new series, Star Lawyers Book 1 – Jump Gate Omega, to meet the Suryadivans, humanoid aliens who are not sexually compatible with Homo sapiens. (The blue-skinned, green-blooded, and seriously hot Empress Veraposta doesn’t appear until Book 3.)

Knife Fight at Olathe-5

Star Lawyers Book 1 – Jump Gate Omega releases June 10thmeantime, my prequel to the series is available and you can Download my free short story here!

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