Contact with aliens was the last thing on Alice’s mind when she heads for Mars with her cat. When a murder occurs, can she find the killer and prove a man is innocent? Mars can be a dangerous place in the 25th century.
Targeted Age Group:: 16-any age
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
It was a writing class project and a way to express some ideas
How is writing Science Fiction different from other genres?
You have to think what the future may be in terms of technology and how people may react.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
I wanted aliens to look like us but were quite different in their thinking. The humans act much like they do today.
Over by Nanki’s right side, raised voices echoed across the tarmac. The commotion had begun near the boarding ramp of the ship Gamidar. A little one of the phirmian species was crying. Soon other domees began to surround the unhappy little one with taunts and jeers.
The scared phirmian became hysterical and began wailing even louder. Only one adult was present, but couldn’t navigate through the crowd. The supervisor could only watch in shock as some of the larger domees started pushing the little phirmian around.
Without thinking, Nanki dropped the small case, broke out of line, and ran through the taller domees. The young ahman’s petite size was able to skim through the taller ones’ legs until the crying one was reached. Nanki, remembering how to Contain, grabbed and held the phirmian tight and shouted to the others, “Go away. Do I have to call an officer to contain you?” Some of those, who taunted, started to back away as this threat could be real with the larger ahdoolians nearby. Nanki held the distraught domee and exclaimed toward the other little ones,
“You are not alone. We are all in this together. We have to help each other or we won’t survive. Go, there is no usefulness for you here. You need to board now!”
With another stern look and standing ground from Nanki, most of the young ahmans started to leave. The adult nearby then took this opportunity to maneuver the rest toward their ship’s entrance.
As soon the little phirmiam began to calm down, Nanki released the small one to ask, “You look young, a year, year and a half?”
The domee nodded and whispered, “a year and a quarter. I miss my parent.”
“I do too, but all will be right. Let’s go get in line now. It is moving and those other domees won’t bother you. They are scared too.”
“They are?” The little one questioned in disbelief.
“What is your name?” Nanki asked.
“Lanikia, thanks, I feel better now. You will stay as my friend?”
“Yes, let’s go,” and with that Nanki took the domee’s hand as they both ascended the ramp into their ship after picking up the small case dropped nearby.
About the Author:
I became interested in writing in my thirties and forties but work and life got in the way and there wasn't anything close to an amazon in those days. Ten years ago as a snowbird I spotted a sign in the library about a writing class. This time I had a lot of free time on my hands and said 'why not?' This was a totally new experience for me and occupied my days. When I finally wrote this book, I knew I had to write more. I went on to try my luck with nanowrimo in November and wrote my first urban fantasy in 11 days. I didn't know I could do that. I now have 16 novels and several novellas and short stories published.