Thursday, May 31, 2018

Pact Days: Ursid #ValespianPact


Welcome to Thursday's Pact Days! Today, we have the Ursids.

There are two Ursids, brothers Al'haska and Eh'monak, served on the Oethra 7 in both Alpha Trine and Striker. They were weapons specialist who helped Prince Zeus protect the mountain pass to Haven in Striker.

Enjoy!  

A couple of side notes: For a list of species that have been posted so far, see the The People of Valespia page. I'm placing these in alphabetical order so I won't unintentionally place importance on any specie. I will leave off information on the species that will spoil future books. My standard sheet has the same categories for all species. So there will be blank categories just because that species didn't need them.

Species: Ursid
Planet: Urose
Other races on the planet:
Planetary Terrain: Rocky forest
Capitol: Utherdam
Country:
Patron Ryo Pardeep:

Description: Average height 7' or over 2 meters, iron blood type, bi-ped, humanoid, bearlike appearance, strong and densely muscled, hands are squat and chubby, lacking the 3rd knuckle. From each finger extends long ebony claws that range from one to four inches and are exposed when they close their hand into a fist. Despite their bulky appearance, they are amazingly agile and capable of great speed. Rotund. Amber eyed. Short fur in a range of colors with darker skin underneath

They handmake surcoats of knotted work; the knot explains the wearer's marital status, social status, combat, wealth, and sexual inclinations, always worn to battle and quite beautiful to behold

Their culture surrounds ritualized combat. Combat is honorable form of life and those who choose it will spend every waking hour to perfect their skills. Most of the warriors are 2nd sons of nobles.

Sometimes suspicious of new technology until it has been thoroughly tested.

A large part of their trade is in the delicate craftwork and art they produce.

Galactic Patrol employs Ursids as shock troops or battlesuit operators. Since most Ursids are content to remain on their ancestral homeworld, those GP employs are usually outcasts, malcontents, 2nd sons of nobles, and criminals who enjoy killing. Despite this fact, the Ursids perform admirably well in combat, possibly because Urose guarantees any who fail in their duties would be shipped back to the homeworld for execution.

Most warriors are accomplished poets.

Females will have litters of two but no more than 3 litters in their life span.

Al'haska and Eh'Monak: outcasts because of the 2nd son rule, they would not be separated


Common Occupation: warrior, soldier, battlesuit specialist, artists, craftsmen, shock troops, weapons experts

Government Systems: Patrilineal Clans centered around ancestral land

Current Leader:

Council of Neighn of Member: Eirene

Allies: Gaziniti, Dar Massaga,

Star System: Ursa Diosuri System

Other planets occupied by species:

Military Leader: On the ancestral homeworld ritualized combats solves all.

Large clan armies meet on the field of battle to hurl taunts until the actual battle begins. Battle will continue until the 1st death at which point the fighting ceases.

Cultural names and terms specific to species:

Thank you for stopping by and reading!!

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

Assassin's Retirement Chapter 19, Part One #amwriting #Gentleman #blogstory


I have something new to go along with the Assassin's Retirement blog story. *points up* I had a final cover made along with a banner. When the story is complete and I have the rewrites and edits that it needs, it will be published. In the meantime, I'm using the banner for Tuesdays. I've been dying to show it off. The cover artist is Kirby Crow and she did an exceptional job. :)

For today's addition to Zane's story things are still going down at the ranch. Cord steps up to try and keep things from spiraling further out of control. 



Chapter Nineteen – Reckoning

Cord never wanted to be on the business end of that particular look from Zane. There wasn't anything particularly terrifying about his expression… but, the person heading toward the kitchen's back door wasn't the Zane he'd come to know. Not that he knew Zane all that well, but—

"Do as he says!" Skyld barked, snapping Cord out of his thoughts.

He had only seconds to wonder if the scion had found him before Zane threw open the door. "Ella, what a surprise." But Zane didn't sound surprised. Despite his bland expression, Zane's tone let Cord know he was pissed. And then all hell broke loose as Zane opened fire.

Cord dropped to the floor. Prince and then Midnight were swift to cover him. From the hallway came startled yells. Xander, Raine, and Anson rushing into the kitchen.

"Get down you fools," Prince snapped. "Raine, do you have any weapons on you?" I left mine in the car."

Cord tuned everyone out, listening for the return fire from the scion. Zane had many windows in this side of the house but there was no sound of breaking glass. Instead he heard angry female voices, not clear enough to understand what was being said, but enough to understand the scion wasn't out there. But if the assassin hadn't come for him, then who was outside?

"Look around," Prince commanded. "Zane has to have more stashes around here."

Everyone scattered except Midnight who didn't need a weapon. Cord got to his hands and knees. He needed to see what was going on. If Zane was hurt because of him… of course, he had been told Zane was an assassin, so he had faced countless of deadly situations. And yes, he'd come to Zane, needing help but suddenly Cord was reticent to drag Zane into the craziness his life had become. If Zane was injured, Cord would be the one responsible.

"What are you doing?" Midnight hissed when there was a lull in the gunfire. If he wasn't Other he wouldn't be able to hear clearly after this.

Cord didn't try to explain when more gunfire erupted. He had a feeling he couldn't shake that he had to do something. Quickly, he crawled to the open door, Midnight following close behind. When he peeked around the corner he thought he would be sick. Valkyrie.

Tall, flaxen-haired women wearing antiquated, if enchanted, tooled leather armor were outside. Fur-lined, silver-domed helmets covered their heads. A couple of the hats bore ram's horns or a set of polished wings. The Valkyrie didn't care how much they stood out in the modern world since no humans could see them, unless they willed it… which was virtually never. Cord couldn't fathom why they were on Zane's ranch. More distressing, he recognized the armor of one Valkyrie that caused his heart to stall before it sped like a racing horse in his chest.

Scrambling to his feet, he shrugged off Midnight's staying hand. "Oh, shit! Mom?"

Mere feet away, Alonzo was a giant over ten feet tall, shaggy hair flying about him as he tossed wood missiles at the Valkyrie flying overhead, her metallic wings glinting in the cold morning sun. Skyld said something Cord couldn't make out as he pointed up. Before Cord could yell for them to stop, Alonzo grabbed Skyld around the waist and tossed him into the air. Stunned, he stared, unable to look away from Skyld's certain death. The Valkyrie's eyes were bright, promising vengeance. She swung her sword at Skyld as he flew towards her. Astonishingly, Skyld caught the blade on his metal bracers, batting it away. Cord gaped at the weapon where it landed. How? No Valkyrie lost their weapon and yet Skyld had divested her of the deadly blade before he slammed into her and they both spiraled, crashing into the ground.

Alonzo roared a thunderous battle cry that caused Cord's blood to run cold and charged the three Valkyrie, one his mother, protecting their charge.

"Wait!" Cord screamed but Alonzo didn't falter, passing Zane and straight into the energy barrier the linked Valkyrie had erected.

Instead of bouncing off the shielding as any other being would have, the air was rent with a booming crack as Alonzo broke through. The Valkyrie cried out, breaking apart and flying outward with the force of the energy wave. They landed with a spray of snow, not moving. Alonzo didn't make a noise of pain, but he went from ten-foot hairy giant to normal in the blink of an eye. He fell to the ground, mere feet from the woman huddled into a ball. The snow on her right side was painted red, the blood dripping from the bullet wound to her arm, otherwise she seemed unharmed.

"Alonzo!" Zane called, a wretchedness in his tone that made Cord's heart twist in sympathy as he crouched over his mother. Relieved that she was only stunned with no obvious physical injuries, Cord left her and quickly followed Zane.

Zane grabbed the woman by her long, dark hair and jerking her to her knees. Her white designer coat matched her business suit, neither made for the cold or the snow.  Zane shoved the muzzle of his snub-nose revolver under her chin. One look at the woman's face and Cord knew he had to act quickly before things ended badly. Well, more badly than they already were. No one injured or manhandled an Oracle. Cord had only met Ella once. All the other correspondence with her had been by phone but that one face to face was the only reason he recognized the high-ranking member of I.O.N. Ella had sent him to Zane for help. Judging by Zane's rash actions, there was more to this incident than Cord was aware of. Zane not only seemed to know her but willing to kill her on sight.

Cord skidded to a stop next to Zane, his hands held out, allowing Zane to see he wasn't a threat. "Zane, wait. Please."

All of Zane's attention was on Alonzo, his expression was blank but there was something wild in his gaze that only reinforced Cord's feeling that he had to be careful.

"What did you do to him?" Zane snarled down at Ella, mercilessly digging the gun into her skin.

The three Valkyrie who had been protecting the Oracle groaned and attempted to move. Valkyrie were resilient but Cord imagined the breaking of the shielding was more detrimental than any physical wound. Ella stared up at Zane dazed. What little patience Zane had was slipping away. Midnight approached holding out a blanket that had been draped over the back of one of Zane's couches. When he approached Alonzo, Zane didn't say anything, only watched as Midnight knelt on the ground, cradling Alonzo to him as he wrapped the quilted blanket around Alonzo's inert form.

"When Valkyrie form a circle," Cord said, easing around so Zane could see both him and Alonzo. He sensed that if Zane only focused on Alonzo, then Ella wouldn't leave the ranch alive. Perhaps he was deluding himself since it seemed Ella had signed her own death warrant by stepping foot on Zane's land without permission. But he still had to try to save her life. "They create a barrier that is usually nigh impenetrable." He didn't dare glance at his mother and his heart pounded hard at the thought that she and the others could have suffered internal injuries from the energy blast. One thing at a time. "Somehow Alonzo broke it and the blowback from the energy wave has stunned them. Alonzo isn't dead." When Zane turned hard eyes on him, Cord barely refrained from flinching. He hoped he hadn't just lied to Zane.


Chapter One - Retirement
Chapter Two - Normal is not supposed to be this hard
Chapter Three - Caught
Chapter Four - Crimson Comet
Chapter Five - Mountain Magic
Chapter Six, Part 1 - Harbinger of a Nightmare
Chapter Six, Part 2 -
Chapter Seven, Part 1 - Stolen Answers
Chapter Seven, Part 2 -
Chapter Eight, Part 1 - No such thing as heroes
Chapter Eight, Part 2 -
Chapter Nine, Part 1 - Dead is supposed to be... dead
Chapter Nine, Part 2 -
Chapter Ten, Part 1 - Gathering Allies
Chapter Ten, Part 2
Chapter Eleven - Combustible
Chapter Twelve - Standing His Ground
Chapter Thirteen - Choices
Chapter Fourteen, Part 1
Chapter Fourteen, Part 2
Chapter Fifteen, Part 1 - To kill, or not to kill
Chapter Fifteen, Part 2
Chapter Sixteen - Maricoxi Guardians
Chapter Seventeen - Coincidence?
Chapter Eighteen, Part One - Guns Ablazin'
Chapter Eighteen, Part Two
Chapter Nineteen, Part One - Reckoning

Thank you for stopping by and reading!!

Friday, May 25, 2018

What's on the REading Radar? #TBR #WishList

What have I been up to? Well, I took some much needed time off. I was feeling a bit 'meh' about my stories and knew I needed some me time. Came back Wednesday feeling more energized. 

While off work, I did read through Anne Bishop's Others series that started with Written in Red. Amazing series.

So what else is on the Reading Radar? Honestly, not much. I haven't been looking through the new releases. I bought a couple of audiobooks which I'll list, but I haven't really been looking. 

Title: Dance only for Me
Series: Dance with the Devil, 4
Author: Megan Derr
Length: 7 hrs and 23 mins
Publisher: LT3 Press

Genre: Urban Fantasy / Gay / 

Notes: I have read this book before. It is in one of the series I often reread, but to have it also in audio? I'm there!

Blurb:

Jackie is a sorcerer of no small skill from a family of renowned sorcerers. He is frequently called upon to track down lost items or deal with paranormals others can't, and those that don't fear his magic do fear the alchemist-made revolvers at his hips.

Tired of living several states away from his lover Roman, Jackie decides to surprise him with a move to Roman's city - only to find himself the victim of an unhappy surprise and suddenly alone in the city he'd wanted to call home. Then he's unexpectedly hired by a paranormal detective who could use his help and finds himself dragged into a fight that started in the midst of the Civil War.



Title: In The Wreckage
Series: Metahuman Files, Vol. 1
Author: Hailey Turner
Length: 10 hrs and 14 mins
Publisher:

Genre: Futuristic / Sci-Fi / Gay / Erotic Romance

Notes: I finished listening to this Thursday night and I enjoyed it. But there is a lot of sex that is very explicit. 

Blurb:

A Marine with honor.

After surviving a horrific chemical attack that turned him into a metahuman, Captain Jamie Callahan got a second lease on life. For three years he’s been working for the Metahuman Defense Force and leading Alpha Team - all against the wishes of his family. The job requires his full dedication, so it’s no surprise Jamie doesn’t have time for a relationship. An enticing one-night stand with a gorgeous stranger is all it takes to show Jamie exactly what he’s been missing. When a mission to take down a terrorist cell brings that same stranger back into his world, Jamie’s life gets complicated.

A soldier with secrets.

Staff Sergeant Kyle Brannigan was only looking to relieve some stress after a long mission. He didn’t know the hot guy he picked up at a bar was the leader of the MDF’s top field team. When Kyle and his partner get seconded to Alpha Team to help fight a terrorist threat, he has to balance his desire for Jamie against his duty to keep his secrets safe. That gets harder and harder to do amidst regulations both are tempted to break.

Two men trying to survive.

Giving into passion could cost both their careers. Abiding by the rules will only result in heartache. An attack on MDF headquarters brings with it a choice Jamie and Kyle can’t escape - duty, or love?



Title: Lion Mistress Collection
Series: 
Author: R.A. Steffan
Length: 37 hrs and 29 mins
Publisher:

Genre: Poly Romance / Bisexual / Fantasy 

Notes:

Blurb: The gods promised her a savior.

The gods are a bunch of lying bastards.

Instead of delivering her from a life of slavery, they ripped away everything she ever cared about.

Now, Kathrael must choose. Lie down and accept her fate, or risk her life and try to change the future.

Destiny is calling, but she won’t face it alone. She has a gentle seer, a crazy lion-shifter, and the ghost of her dead best friend on her side. Of course, none of them have the faintest clue what they’re getting themselves into. But that’s all right. Because Kathrael of Rhyth has chosen to fight for freedom.

And as far as she’s concerned, the gods can either step in line, or get the hell out of the way.

The Complete Lion Mistress Collection is a reverse harem/poly romance trilogy with an exclusive bonus epilogue story. It clocks in at over 300,000 words, and the ending is HEA.

A special note for reverse harem lovers: I had never heard the term "reverse harem" when I wrote this series. It was always conceived as a poly romance story, just like The Horse Mistress. That said, it features one amazing woman who ends up with three adoring men at the end, and she is the glue that holds the four of them together.

The pace is medium burn, and the books contain explicit sex with strong LGBT content. If you dislike M/M, you’ll dislike this series.

Thursday, May 24, 2018

Pact Days: T'Sali #ValespianPact


Welcome to Thursday's Pact Days! Today, we have the T'Sali.

They were introduced in Alpha Trine. A T'Sali had been with the V'Saar who attempted to kidnap Zeus.


Enjoy!  

A couple of side notes: For a list of species that have been posted so far, see the The People of Valespia page. I'm placing these in alphabetical order so I won't unintentionally place importance on any specie. I will leave off information on the species that will spoil future books. My standard sheet has the same categories for all species. So there will be blank categories just because that species didn't need them.


Species: T'Sali
Planet: Capelli 5.5
Other races on the planet:
Planetary Terrain: Barren, Mountainous
Capitol: T'Spuna
Country:
Patron Ryo Pardeep:

Description: Average height: 4'5 - 6'4, copper blood, looks like large praying mantises, thick armored plated chitin exoskeleton, coloring can range in colors of red/orange/pink/coral with spots of contrasting color, four arms, 3 clawlike fingers and opposable thumbs they clack together, small chest, distended abdomen that arches backward segueing into 2 sets of hind legs, huge green eyes protruding from the side of the skull/head. The face forms a sharp V (triangular) tipped with mandibles instead of a shin and mouth/lips. Soft skin between the joints of the exoskeleton. The eyes don't blink.

Males love bright robes, gaudy costume jewelry, and slippers for their feet. The more flashy the outerwear, the better to attract females. They conquer by buying the universe. Eats everything given the chance. Cowards. Rely on androids for menial work.

Hive queens are 2x the size of normal T'Sali. They jealously guard their privileges and always looking to destroy the other queens. Less than 2% of females will develop into queens and are automatically hunted by their sisters.

The T'Sali take their wealth with them in death. That leads to grave robbing. Assassination is common place in their society. They will prey upon greed in other cultures to inflate economic Systems. No one trusts them. Will only cooperate with each other in the interest of profit but will turn on each other if that is profitable. Very greedy.

They obey the Council of Neighn laws so they can have a say = protection of profit. They travel outside of the Cypress space to other alliances to gain their profit.

Females are very protective of young until five years old when they are considered mature.

Common Occupationtrader, diplomat, assassin, merchant,

Government SystemsHive queen trio of the most powerful houses

Current Leader:

Council of Neighn of Memberthe 3 weakest/newest hive queens. When they have made a name for themselves and their status raises they usually leave and forge their path through T'Sali society/culture. But the last three rotations have turned up queens who have stayed bureaucrats. They have aspirations to change things for their people (and to take the hive queens power for themselves)

AlliesTerrens, Erdaians, Dire D'Noss, Quell,

Star SystemEta Comae System

Other planets occupied by species:

Military Leader:

Cultural names and terms specific to species:

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Assassin's Retirement: Chapter 18, Part Two #amwriting #blogstory #gentleman

Welcome back to Assassin's Retirement! Zane and I have been going back and forth. I want him to be calm and he swears this is calm for him. I'm wondering if we have two different understandings of the word. 'Cause really, this was not what I had in mind. In so many ways, this story has not gone in any direction I thought it would. :)

If you have stumbled onto this blog story and want to start from the beginning, I have added a Table of Contents at the bottom of this page with links to the other chapters in the story.


He wanted to walk away...
Fate wouldn't let him.

Copyright Lexi Ander


Chapter Eighteen, Part Two

Zane's answering smile made Alonzo's knees weak. When Zane pursed his lips and stretched his neck, Alonzo answered the silent request. He was hyperaware of the other scents Zane now carried. Before he could pull away, Zane cupped the back of his head and opened his mouth, deepening the kiss. There he found Xander and Anson's flavor. If this was the type of morning greeting Zane gave out, Crimson Comet would have to line up behind Alonzo.

When Zane finally released him, Alonzo grabbed the counter, holding onto it as if it was a life preserver. The stench of burned butter and bread jolted him out of the momentary stupor. As he scrambled to remove the scorched pancakes, he didn't miss Zane's thoroughly smug expression.

"Jesus Christ," Skyld muttered. "This is going to be a circus."

Zane laughed before pointing a finger at the dining table. "If you wanted to eat at my table, you will contribute. The dishes and silverware can be found there. And—" Zane paused dramatically. "Everyone wash their hands. I don't know if smelling like sex is an Other's thing or if its an invitation or if it's a flag saying, 'guess what you missed last night'. I don't care about the why, just don't bring it to my breakfast table."

Raine barked out a laugh and he rose to his feet. Xander and Anson followed him down the hall to the guest bathroom. Cord, Prince and Midnight set the table and rummaged through the refrigerator for milk, juice, and condiments. Zane stepped up to the kitchen sink and turned on the water, thrusting his hands under the spray. Alonzo plated the edible pancakes and Midnight put the scrambled eggs and bacon on a platter. The hashbrown casserole was pulled from the oven and set in the middle of the table.

Alonzo kept glancing at Zane, hyperaware of his every movement, every nuance. It was that state of alertness that allowed Alonzo to catch Zane freezing when he turned off the faucet. He as staring out through the window over the sink. Zane's expression remained blank but Alonzo could practically hear alarm bells ringing. The view would be of the patio. Beyond that, the expanse between Zane's home and the cabin Alonzo rented.

Without looking away from the window, Zane pressed his fingers against a vertical strip of molding between the sink and cabinets. The slat popped out and angled down revealing two hand guns held in custom racks. Alonzo turned off the griddle.  He was peripherally aware that Skyld's body language had changed as well. He too watched Zane closely. Alonzo pulled his sweater over his head, followed by the long-sleeved t-shirt. He toed off the tennis shoes and unbuttoned his jeans. He hadn't changed his size this much in years. Now that he had someone to protect, he needed to invest in a disposable wardrobe.

"Zane?" There was confusion in Cord's voice as he watched Alonzo strip.

Zane removed the guns from their hiding place. Calmly, as if he was talking about the weather, Zane said, "Cord, you and your guys get on the ground and take cover. This will be ugly." He popped out the molding on the other side of the sink. "Skyld," was all he said as he headed to the kitchen's back door.

Alonzo spared a glance for Skyld and his blood ran cold. Whereas Zane seemed bored… Skyld's expression was devoid of all emotion, his eyes promising death as he pulled the weapons Zane had offered.

"Do as he says!" Skyld barked when Cord seemed unable to move.

Alonzo dismissed everyone but Zane from his thoughts. Zane threw open the door, his eyes narrowing. "Elle, what a surprise." Then he raised both hands and fired his guns, walking boldly forward.

Alonzo hurried to follow. Behind him, Sklyd cursed in what sounded like Danish. He didn't have time to worry why as he readied to shield Zane if necessary. When he stepped through the door and onto the cold, snow covered stones of the patio, the sight that met his eyes wasn't something he'd seen in several years. In the area between the house and cabin, a half dozen winged Valkyrie were spread out. They took the formation when they didn't expect to be attacked, and it seemed they were momentarily taken off guard by Zane's actions.

Alonzo had met quite a few of these particular women warriors while working for the organization, I.O.N. Usually, they only escorted high-profile people. What they were doing here was anyone's guess. But the situation begged another question. Only Others or the dead could see Valkyrie, and Zane was doing his best to plug one of them full of holes. The figure in the middle seemed to be the target of Zane's rage… or perhaps it was the person shielded by the enormous white, metallic wings that Zane wanted to eliminate. The sharp pings told Alonzo the bullets were being deflected and he prayed he wouldn't get hit by a ricocheted. Snapping out of a stupor, two Valkyrie rushed to assist their sister in shielding their charge. The other three took to the air.

Alonzo inhaled and held his breath. His jeans grew too tight and he grunted with the sudden pain of the constriction until the material split. More quickly than last night, Alonzo took on height and bulk since the threat to Zane was imminent. His body hair quickly lengthened, protecting him from the bitter cold. While he grew, the Valkyrie made a concentrated attack, diving for Zane. Alonzo had seen the maneuver before and at the right moment he jumped and grabbed the end of a Valkyrie's wing and threw her into her companions.

Zane's guns clicked, signaling his weapons were empty, but the sound of gun fire continued as Skyld stepped past Alonzo, weapons blazing as if they were at a wild west showdown. Alonzo had his hands full, not daring to release the wing he held until he was sure the Valkyrie was unconscious. He swung her, turning a circle and slammed her into the patio stones. One… Two… Three times. When she twitched, he swung one last time flinging her as hard as he could toward the tree line.

One Valkyrie flew after her sister, holding her arm to her chest and her ankle twisted at an odd angle. The third Valkyrie snarled at Alonzo, drawing a gleaming short sword. He searched for a weapon, noticing Zane knelt in the snow, the hem of his pantleg rucked up to reveal a holster around his ankle. Alonzo's gaze fell on the neat stack of fire wood and he snatched two logs from it. The pieces were a good ten inches around but looked like short batons in his massive fists. Instead of blocking a blow from the sword, knowing their weapons were enchanted to slice through almost anything with little to no effort, Alonzo chucked the first piece at her, followed closely by the second that clipped her temple, only making her angrier.

Skyld backed into Alonzo, pointing at the hovering Valkyrie. "Give me a lift and I'll take care of her. You help Zane." Skyld had a pair of bronze colored bracers that completely covered his forearms from elbow to wrist. He hadn't been wearing a moment ago and Alonzo didn't have time to wonder where they came from.


A panicked voice came from the open kitchen door. "Oh, shit! Mom?"

Chapter One - Retirement
Chapter Two - Normal is not supposed to be this hard
Chapter Three - Caught
Chapter Four - Crimson Comet
Chapter Five - Mountain Magic
Chapter Six, Part 1 - Harbinger of a Nightmare
Chapter Six, Part 2 -
Chapter Seven, Part 1 - Stolen Answers
Chapter Seven, Part 2 -
Chapter Eight, Part 1 - No such thing as heroes
Chapter Eight, Part 2 -
Chapter Nine, Part 1 - Dead is supposed to be... dead
Chapter Nine, Part 2 -
Chapter Ten, Part 1 - Gathering Allies
Chapter Ten, Part 2
Chapter Eleven - Combustible
Chapter Twelve - Standing His Ground
Chapter Thirteen - Choices
Chapter Fourteen, Part 1
Chapter Fourteen, Part 2
Chapter Fifteen, Part 1 - To kill, or not to kill
Chapter Fifteen, Part 2
Chapter Sixteen - Maricoxi Guardians
Chapter Seventeen - Coincidence?
Chapter Eighteen, Part One - Guns Ablazin'
Chapter Eighteen, Part Two


Thank you for stopping by and reading!

Thursday, May 17, 2018

Pact Days: Terren #ValespianPact


Welcome to Thursday's Pact Days! Today, we have the Terren.

They are talked about by those under the Valespian Pact and the worst of their history is known, giving a picture to others in the broadest of strokes. Are all humans apathetic to everything/one not of their species?


Enjoy!  

A couple of side notes: For a list of species that have been posted so far, see the The People of Valespia page. I'm placing these in alphabetical order so I won't unintentionally place importance on any specie. I will leave off information on the species that will spoil future books. My standard sheet has the same categories for all species. So there will be blank categories just because that species didn't need them.


Species: Terren
Planet: Primary Earth
Other races on the planet:
Planetary Terrain:
Capitol:
Country:
Patron Ryo Pardeep:

Description: Average height is 5'2" to 5'9"; small in stature than historically because of nutrient deficiency.

Vulnerable to psi attack/manipulation

The Terren Corner of the Milky Way is governed by four corporations allied un the Earth-Sun Alliance. Their sectors are comprised of colonized planets, moons, terraformed worlds, and some conquered planets.

Humans work for the companies and in return are rationed food and housing based on the type of jobs performed. The exception would be those planets that raise the food. These places are considered backwater, but they have better housing and food.

Desperate for better food, Terrens trade/barter for seeds and will grow plants in any available space they can. Land is valuable so hanging gardens and rooftop atriums are plentiful in the lower ranking parts of the cities.

The Terrens have been quarantined to their galaxy unless they acquire a license to leave. Must have very specific travel plans and are only allowed on certain flight paths. Those who do travel in space are usually employed by one of the companies.

There are other companies than the big four, but the don't have a say in what the Terrens do as a whole.

The Twenty Year War almost bankrupted the big four. They are required to pay restitution to the GyrFalconi for 400 cycles (a very long time). If the companies made war or destroyed sentient life on a planet, the galactic imperials would take over Terren space in the Milky Way and dismantle the companies.

There are places the Terrens aren't allowed to travel.

The Alliance is short for the Earth-Sun Alliance.

Qing-Nian Tech (Chinese, Russian territories)

Baldassare Operations (European, African, and Scandinavian territories)

Onocona Engineering (Originally the Native American Casinos, now covering the North, Central, and South Americas)

Democles Mining (Continent of South Africa and Antartica)


Employees are the companies customers; Elite Earth Families, reconstituted foods, consumable stores, entertainment, constructions, mining, farming, sciences.


History:

When the ancients approached the humans about donating genetic material so they could be a part of the Valespian Pact, they were a young race on the cusp of designing a space program. The Terrens attempted to confiscate the ships and properties of the Ancients. When the Ancients easily took back what had been stolen, the human leaders offered up their shunned ones as the genetic material in recompense. These people were accepted by the Ancient and later because the Fal'Amoric specie. The humans were found to be deceptive, dishonest, and greedy. The Terrens signed the Valespian Pact, but the ones who were offered up to represent the humans evolved.

Common Occupation:
Government Systems:
Current Leader:
Council of Neighn of Member:

Allies: T'Sali, Ryden

Negotiations with the Gaziniti.

Star System: Sol Star System

Other planets occupied by species:

Military Leader:

Cultural names and terms specific to species:

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Assassin's Retirement: Chapter 18, Part One #amwriting #blogstory #gentleman

Welcome back to Assassin's Retirement! This chapter has been on my mind for a couple of weeks. It's a look inside Alonzo's head after Zane's altercation with Crimson Comet.

If you have stumbled onto this blog story and want to start from the beginning, I have added a Table of Contents at the bottom of this page with links to the other chapters in the story.


He wanted to walk away...
Fate wouldn't let him.

Copyright Lexi Ander


Chapter Eighteen – Guns Ablazin'

Alonzo vibrated with nervous tension. Last night he'd told Zane about the Maricoxi, but he hadn't explained what it meant for Zane personally. He couldn't bring himself to say anything, not yet. He wanted to enjoy belonging somewhere for a little while before it was taken away.

As he tried not to worry, he flipped a chocolate chip pancake and kept an eye on Cord and his bandmates. Alonzo's nose twitched every time Xander got close, pheromones from sex and semen clung to him like a second skin. Xander had been busy last night. Four separate scents wafted from him, not to mention Xander gave Alonzo an eye-full a couple of times while he was on watch. It was as if Xander was making a silent offer, "Come here, and I'll worship your body."

If this was a Maricoxi clan, Alonzo might have taken Xander up on that offer, once he was relieved of his duty. But this wasn't a clan. He'd lived abroad long enough to know very few places practiced or even accepted polyamorous households. Besides, clans were much larger than typical households. For a moment, Alonzo indulged himself and imagined what it would be like if this was a small, humble clan. His heart ached with a yearning he never allowed himself to feel over these long barren years. He could never be a part of a clan again, but he had Zane, and he wouldn't do something that would spoil what they could have. So when he'd made his last rounds and Xander stood there in the window with all that olive skin on displayed, Alonzo had acknowledged Xander's offer then politely turned him down. 

He wondered if Zane knew the members of Crimson Comet were lovers. When Zane had returned to the house last night, he smelled of Xander, not sexually, but as if Xander had been close enough to mark Zane with his scent. While Zane had been trying to decide what to do with the band, Alonzo had caught brief flashes of arousal from Zane. Perhaps he would ask Zane about that later.

Everyone kept glancing up, watching for Zane as they talked. It seemed they had a holiday concert in Reno before the band headed back to the recording studio. When Xander stiffened, Alonzo listened hard, hearing one door close and then another. The band waited but Zane didn't arrive. Alonzo quickly removed the pancake before it burned completely. He set it aside for himself so it wouldn't be given to Zane.

"Do you need help?" Midnight picked up the fork for the bacon before Alonzo could reply.

He didn't say anything but watched Midnight from the corner of his eye. This man knew he was Maricoxi and a guardian. Very few Others remembered his people for they rarely revealed themselves to anyone. The Maricoxi hid, sometimes in plain sight, waiting for their God to call upon them. The world had been destroyed four times and four times their God had spared them, hiding the Maricoxi from the destruction. There where people, Others, who would take advantage of that. He wasn't comfortable with Midnight knowing who he was especially since Crimson Comet had manipulated Zane.

"I am originally from Columbia," Midnight said as he turned the bacon. "A son of La Madremonte."

Alonzo considered as he poured four more pancakes onto the griddle. Midnight's hair, black as pitch, was combed back from the forehead. It didn't touch his shoulders, but the ends curled forward, still slightly wet. His thick beard and mustache were carefully trimmed close but still looked soft to the touch. He could be who he said he was. La Madremonte, Mountain Mother, was a Colombian spirit much like an Irish banshee. Depictions of her varied, never portraying her in a favorable light. She was a powerful ally to have with her moderate control over the weather. In the past, she had caused invaders to become confused and lose their way. At night, mortals claimed they were chased by her screams and wails. If Midnight was who he claimed, then he may very well know a couple of Maricoxi clans, for some clans shared the mountains with her.

"You are far from home," he finally replied. He was suspicious of Midnight's reasons for speaking with him.

"As are you, amigo," Midnight pulled the bacon from the heat, moving the pieces to the paper towel covered plate before placing new, raw strips in the pan. "It is not natural for you to be alone." Midnight glanced at him, as if gaging Alonzo's reaction before minding the bacon again. "Xander said Zane didn't smell like you at dinner last night. You need more than one person in a clan."

"I have been living for years as mortals do and have been fine."

"But, ese, you are not mortal." Midnight leaned closer and lowered his voice. "Does Zane know you are immortal?"

Alonzo frowned and pressed his lips together. Of course Zane didn't know. He had barely touched on what Maricoxi were. Giving forty thousand years of history before bed was not feasible. Alonzo could not giveaway all their secrets, especially if Zane decided to turn him away.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye at Midnight, distrustful. Why was he even asking? But Alonzo was saved from answering such a personal question by the sound of Zane and Skyld coming down the hallway. He took the pancakes off the griddle that were ready, poured four more, and was wiping his hands on the tea towel when Zane rounded the corner.

Butterflies took flight in his stomach. Zane looked… Alonzo wasn't sure what adjective he wanted to use. It had been so long since he'd been around someone who gave him this deep sense of rightness. Everything about Zane called to him, pricking his instincts, giving him hope that he didn't have to be alone anymore. Sure, he was immortal, and Zane was not. He couldn't bring himself to care. Zane could draw his last breath tomorrow or seventy years from now. Alonzo's God could appear on the front lawn and call Alonzo to him. He would be swallowed and would not return to the world until the destruction was over. Destruction that would steal Zane away. No, there was nothing to be gained by worrying about tomorrow. The present was what mattered, and he would cherish every second he spent with Zane.

The band members of Crimson Comet all gazed at Zane with varying degrees of hunger, even Raine who sat sullenly at the dining table. Next to Alonzo, Midnight made a rough noise in his throat. "I hate it when Cord is right," Midnight muttered almost too low for Alonzo to hear.

Xander prowled like a wolf, his long curly black hair falling free to his waist. He cupped Zane's face in his hands and kissed him soundly. Alonzo waited but felt no jealousy prick him when Zane responded. He would have to explain to Zane that he was wired to see to a leader's—Zane's—and to the clan's needs… though these men were not a part of Zane's clan, he sensed the potential was there.

So when Xander back away, leaving Zane wide-eyed and panting, Alonzo gave Zane a slight nod and smile, letting him know it was all right.

"You have kissed him twice now," Anson groused before swooping in to steal one for himself.

Zane's cheeks flushed a bright red as he pushed Anson away. Rounding the island, Zane stopped before Alonzo. His gaze was direct and unwavering. Alonzo found that confidence sexy as hell.

"I woke alone. You should have to let me take a shift."

"I did not mind, bello." Alonzo couldn't keep the pleased rumble out of his voice.

"Well, I do. You don't need to carry such burdens alone." Zane's gaze held a fierce determination.

Alonzo bit back a groan of want. Did Zane realize what he was saying? No, of course not. How could he?

"Next time, I want to wake up with you."

"Okay." Alonzo didn't know how he would work it, but Zane would get his wish.



Chapter One - Retirement
Chapter Two - Normal is not supposed to be this hard
Chapter Three - Caught
Chapter Four - Crimson Comet
Chapter Five - Mountain Magic
Chapter Six, Part 1 - Harbinger of a Nightmare
Chapter Six, Part 2 -
Chapter Seven, Part 1 - Stolen Answers
Chapter Seven, Part 2 -
Chapter Eight, Part 1 - No such thing as heroes
Chapter Eight, Part 2 -
Chapter Nine, Part 1 - Dead is supposed to be... dead
Chapter Nine, Part 2 -
Chapter Ten, Part 1 - Gathering Allies
Chapter Ten, Part 2
Chapter Eleven - Combustible
Chapter Twelve - Standing His Ground
Chapter Thirteen - Choices
Chapter Fourteen, Part 1
Chapter Fourteen, Part 2
Chapter Fifteen, Part 1 - To kill, or not to kill
Chapter Fifteen, Part 2
Chapter Sixteen - Maricoxi Guardians
Chapter Seventeen - Coincidence?
Chapter Eighteen, Part One - Guns Ablazin'
Chapter Eighterr, Part Two

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