I just pushed the button on a new short story/novella and it’s available on Amazon now. Started writing it on November 30, finished it December 15, edited and proofread it today and put it up.
I’ve published a couple of updates to The Lion in Paradise — mostly they were typos or MLIs (Momentary Lapses of Intelligence) and don’t really affect the story per se. Calling Delaney a Major when she was a Colonel at that point was probably inexcusable, though. And I know it’s 5.56 NATO, my fingers just didn’t type that; they typed .556 NATO. The latter, if it were real, would probably be a much better calibre, anyway. But it’s not real, so oh well.
And if you knew how much time I spent proofreading the damn thing and still missed those errors, well…it just is what it is. We’re trying to move, there’s an HR crisis at work, and I’m just. Fucking. Tired.
So anyway…how’s life in the clean world?
Another BTW, and it’s a bit of a spoiler, so you’ll have to highlight it to read it: If you read the first half, you know Ariela has an adopted daughter in addition to the two of her own. If you’ve read the second half, you may be scratching your head at the adopted daughter’s absence. There is a reason for that, and it’s as simple as the adopted daughter is on al-Saḥra’ pulling duty with the SFM at that time. Don’t worry, though; she shows up again in the Epilogue.
And that’s all I have at the moment. Book’s live, go buy it or read it on KU. Thanks 🙂
Actually it was released last night, per my previous post, but there were a couple of extremely minor typos and I refreshed the manuscript this morning.
All Col. Dr. Ariela Rivers Wolff, M.D., Ph.D., USSFM – the Lion of God – wanted was a little piece of paradise to call her own.
Being stuck on a desert world – even if she was the CO of the premiere battalion of the 1st U.S. Space Force Marines that was based there – was not getting her any beach time. Mostly because, without an ocean, there’s really no beach at all.
But she’s got a fix for that problem.
Now, if only the academics studying the problem of terraforming the exile world of al-Saḥra’ would get out of her way . . .
. . . and if only the religious fanatics who want their planet left as a desert, despite all the water from the planet’s former oceans being accessible only a few miles down, will leave the terraforming project alone long enough to see the good it will bring them . . .
. . . then, the Lion would truly be in Paradise.
But even in paradise, black clouds – and black ships – can herald danger . . .