So, here we are, post COSine. The last and no more from the sounds of it – I know, never say never. I enjoy such conventions as the ambience is always friendly. It’s almost like a family reunion! For some, images like the one I’m using above are considered vanity.
On the contrary! I know a good number of folk can’t or won’t be able to make all the events I participate in or my associates and friends partake in. I’m simply sharing one of my meagre moments of joy.
One of the questions I’ve heard, as of late, is how is it or why is it I bring so much anime based items to hand out and why don’t I ask for something in return? Simple! I enjoy sharing abundance as it comes my way. Smiles and happiness are a reward unto themselves. ~ * bow * ~ … and I have many more anime connections than Whovian… sadly. Anyway, sharing is far more rewarding than hoarding… to me.
Above are memories, from the last convention. I wonder if I’ll ever cross paths with them again? Anyway, small moments that add up after a while to something more valuable than coin or pieces of paper with numbers or gold. It may not tell the whole tale, but enough to keep some joy in this world.. seems a theme with me on this blog.
So, Camden’s Follies Book 1, Part 2 is getting put together – hopefully soon enough for end of the month release! I have my cover art, thanks to the wondrous gent: Robert Hay! Like all my talented friends, do look for his work on sale and support by purchasing or recommending him to the masses who crave beauty/art in their lives!
So, a sneak peek into Doctor James Camden’s latest? ….
Do recall, this is all copyright protected and even trademark pending!
Enjoy, none the less ~ * bow * ~
For Becky with a big hug for the other evil triplets, Charmaine and Kyrstin!
To James, Chaz, Sam and David, Katherine, Marc, Misty and Karen – my muses from down under. I wish I could list all my friends and extended family, but for now I’ll settle for using your inspiration in the form of characters here in.
War comes from the Stars
Index pg 001
Chpt 1 The Garinthian empire rises to battle pt 4 pg 002
Chpt 2 Tack – So’s Wrath and Gran’s Revenge pg 011
Chpt 3 A brood, Arch Nits & Underground Transports pg 019
Chpt 4 The Arch Nit Colony pg 028
Chpt 5 The next platform, more allies and Magda help me – more female interest?! pg 037
Chpt 6 Cron maton, the hidden vessel pg 046
Chpt 7 Clues, hints and deadly finds pg 054
Chpt 8 Hidden treasures, a new maton and the next platform pg 062
Chpt 9 The Botanical Gardens, Bree Maton pg 071
Chpt 10 Prelude to the Battle of Coloracus pg 079
Chpt 11 Rise of the new Terramans ship, her first victory pg 087
Chpt 12 Family time & the Next Rescue pg 096
Chpt 13 The new threat, to the next Arch Nit platform – A Garinthian Ambush pg 104
Chpt 14 Near Death, the proposed raid and down time with the new maton pg 113
Chpt 15 Raid on the Coloracus Garinthian Base; Arch Nits to the fore pg 121
Chpt 16 The Brood Rescue – Azor and Slan re – united with their cousins pg 129
Chpt 17 Seaside Brood, beginning the rebuilding project pg 138
Chpt 18 The Rogue Male and unwanted news from the front pg 145
Chpt 19 News from the front lines, announcements and a trip to Cerios pg 152
Chpt 20 More crew, wedding planning and other hap hazards of being a pirate, er, me pg 160
Chpt 21 Saying hello to the future and prelude to a mutiny? pg 168
Chpt 22 Mutineers, a new reputation and pre – formal – wedding jitters pg 175
Chpt 23 The Black Widow of the Dragon Helm pg 182
Chpt 24 A rescue, formal dinner and a randy pirate of a mother – in – law! pg 189
Chpt 25 Arz – Khan pg 196
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The Garinthian empire rises to battle pt 4
“ Cut to port on my mark. Damn it man hold together!”
I yelled over the howling winds of the now open cockpit to Cynthia and a slightly ill McTavit. The shock-wave rocked the small craft and sent it plummeting towards the valley floor as a second energy wave started up behind it. The cruisers took off the tops of both mountains as the shuttle sped, almost helplessly, on what appeared a collision course for the canyon wall. Rock and debris flew in odd chunks in the air and through the sky. The wireless crackled in the background in a guttural language as Cynthia fought with the controls. I fought the flames on the interior of the passenger cabin as McTavit steadied himself with aid from mister Cafar as all struggled to maintain their balance. My thoughts were to Cafea and the other vessel. Four Garinthian cruisers in low orbit watching the same activity, two for each shuttle.
“ Now! Hard to port!”
We used the downward momentum and avoided being smashed to bits on the rock wall. I fiddled with the communications set for a moment.
“ … pinned down… need assistance.. James? Can you read me?”
“ Aye Cafea, I can and am on my way. Germain and company may be doing a permanent clean round at this rate… Be there shortly, hang on the the three of you….”
We sped off back in the direction of the fireballs that were warships a short while ago. Some simple raid this turned out to be!
Three Days prior…
“ All right you scabrous dogs, look lively!”
Captain Ackban cried with captain Germain standing just behind and to his right. Dr. Cuthbert looked a bit taken aback while he was holding onto Cafea’s recovering Liondarg cub. The rest of us ignored him and miss Longgrave who was assisting him with mister Canery.
“ Not you three!”
The old pirate yelled at part of our science staff.
“ Take the cub back to the pen or to the ward, we’ve got business to attend to… The rest of you lot, attention!”
I distinctly heard confused mewing from the cub as the three expediently made their way back over to the lifts, miss Longgrave struggling with the majority of the Liondarg burden. Mister Canery was nursing his arm and watching the cub warily as doctor Cuthbert made sure to stay far opposite the creature.
“ Mister Camden, I’ve need of you and your raiding parties. We’ve been eaves dropping on the Garinthians and it looks like we can do a bit of skulduggery on ’em soon. The dreadnought is busy on the other side of the planet doing some sort of survey of the area looking for us. That leaves only three cruisers and a nearly finished base. We’ve kept quiet long enough men! Misters Cafea, Azfar, Cafar, McTavit, Fizbark, Belle – Anderson front and centre! You and mister Camden will be using the two shuttles for the dual purpose of destroying their energy supply and raiding for supplies. There should be no problems, mild resistance and so far no orbital support, emphasis on “should be”. What we need from them are engine and weapons parts on the main, maybe food packets if ye can wrangle them.”
He began to pace.
“ If there be signs of that monstrosity coming back for support, with or without the plunder, you will leave in all haste.” He hesitated then added, “ Captain Germain and I have decided that that would be best course of action. We’re thin on the crew side and can’t afford to lose our best… that’s all for now, get back to your stations.”
~ The Pirate Poet