Friday, December 29, 2017

Liza shares her sci-fi Titan books

The first two sci-fi's arriving in 2018 will be the long-awaited Destination: Titan & Arrival: Titan. While book one had been written long ago, I had insufficient information about Titan to write a story until we sent Cassini out to investigate Saturn, Jupiter, and Titan. And what incredible things we discovered!

Book one is about getting there and the creation of lots of stuff to survive. It's also about creating a cohesive group, even as others try to sabotage their success.

Brilliant people are not always easy to work with. Nor do they always work well with each other. But oddly, the one that Colonel Lancaster worried most about turned out to be the one who made them a team.

Finally, I could write the second book where humans arrive on Titan. There are twists and turns that you'll never expect, but they are all based on possibilities created from Cassini's photos that returned to earth.  Here are some of the inspiring photos that captured my fancy:

First and foremost: It appears to me, PAN is not a planet! It's a spaceship.
Can I prove that is true? No, I can't. But I don't have to. I write fiction. So be prepared. In my story, my characters are shocked to discover PAN is an 18-mile wide ship mining the outer rim of Saturn.

It's not a new spaceship, in fact, according to the captain of the ship, it's over 6 million years old, so it has battle scars.

I assume that NASA was forbidden to call it a possible spaceship and thus declared it Space Ravioli, since it is clearly NOT a planet.

Now a ship requires Alien species to live and work within. So here they are:

This is the captain of Death Star. (It used to be called Curling, however, Earth has bombarded our galaxy with movies and sitcoms. Having a great sense of humor, the alien captain renamed her ship: Death Star.  Good thing earth was destroyed before she could hear that NASA wanted to call it Space Ravioli.  That might have caused her to blow us up before our most brilliant minds could escape.

Captain Trillian is going through a rough stretch in book two. She only has two functioning miners. Rockman and Shine. The other 'miner' is highly destructive. He's Shine's brother.

And here is a secret: The captain is in
love with Rockman.

That's ten-footot suit that Rockman wears. He's actually only 3 feet tall. The captain is small as well.

But he is from common people, while the captain may someday become a God. So he never flirts with her, but he does obey her every wish.

Unfortunately, his suit was broken during a shower of meteorites.

Now it's time to introduce another alien...

Meet Old Pervert. Perv is a watcher. His job is to make certain no one steals mined rocks, shares schematics with non-registered beings, etc. etc. It's a very boring job. So in reality, he prefers to ogle the captain, only she now wears her protective gear ALL THE TIME.

He's not actually in our galaxy. He resides somewhere else. But long ago, when they set up mining here, they placed a giant, multipurpose, highly charged 'eye in the sky' nearby, and Perv watches over the whole galaxy from far away. And while the human eye cannot normally see Perv's image that is transmitted on the 'eye' part of the electric ball, NASA actually discovered a way to reveal it using false color.  They, of course, ignored the large-eyed red skinned creature, telling themselves it was just a fluke that some red lizard thing with large eyes was watching them.

 Humans are evidently easy to fool.

You do remember, I said the eye in the sky was multipurpose, right.
Converting back to normal light on Jupiter....

See the giant red dot?
It's the galaxy's largest incinerator.
It will come in handy when a dead body turns out not to be completely dead and when little spiders are taken into the ship.

So what does the section look like to us that Old Perv watches the galaxy from? The prettiest blue bubble you ever did see.

           I should also introduce you to Shine & Rust. Shine's older than Rust. Rust was born blind and deaf. He's been a drag on Shine's life since his parents demanded he take care of his brother.

However, now there are humans on Titan, and one really strange one named Scarlett has offered to 'Helen Keller' Rust for them. All that she requested in return was to be able to keep the 3D equipment she needed to safely make herself three dimensional.

Shine is on the left                                              Rust is on the Right
While Scarlett was most charming, Captain Trillian refused her the 3D set when she first asked. However, Old Perv came to bat for her.

In addition, the captain had sent Rockman down to Titan (She's not allowed to have any useless workers on board her ship.) Old Perv observed there were humans on the planet and they seemed very smart. Desperate to get Rockman's exo-skeleton fixed, she agreed to let them try.

Shine declared the humans would be dead within an hour, but that proved to be wrong. The boric acid spiders who normally killed anything that landed at their methane lake had taken a liking to the humans, who had promised to distill them some clean ethane.

Oh, and here is the methane man who is responsible for caring for all the lakes...

His eyes move individually, like a reptile. But the consensus is that he's a really nice guy.

Well, that's probably enough for now. Bk1 Destination:Titan releases on Feb 8.
Afraid you'll forget?  Book one is available for pre-order now.

Bk 2 Arrival:Titan will appear on May 7.

Tuesday, December 26, 2017

Gail Koger shares Crossing Quinn

Today, I have invited Gail Koger over to share the crazy mob of aliens in her latest book.

Liza: Gail, I have long ago determined you write the funniest Sci-Fi novels since Douglas Adams died and thus had to stop writing. Is it possible that the soul of Douglas Adam has embedded in your brain and the two brilliant brains are what has created your latest book, Crossing Quinn? Seriously, this is the funniest Sci Fi Book I’ve ever read.

Gail: Thank you so much. It’s all those little voices in my head. They never shut up. Who knows? Douglas Adams might be in there too. Oh crap! All my characters in Crossing Quinn want to meet you. I mean every, single one. This is not good. Not good at all. How fast can you run? The var bugs are speedy varmints and once they latch on, it’s dinner time baby. They also leave all those nasty, oozing sores. And the rattling clicks they make, rivals the sound of a thousand angry rattlesnakes. Ugh.

Let’s not forget the Tai-Kok who are always ravenous, then again, so is little Clio, the baby Katanic shapeshifter.  So, we’ll need food. Lots and lots of food and a laser pistol or two to keep the monstrous Tai-Kok from trying to eat us. Which brings us to Dolon, Xenia’s backstabbing uncle. He will try to pull something underhanded and he’ll need zapping too.

Liza: Food is doable, but laser pistols? Fresh out.

Gail: Oh crap! The Coletti warlords will want to check you for any psychic abilities. Deny. Deny. Deny.  You are just a normal human. Got it?

Liza: But, I’m not psychic.

Gail: Perfect. Just keep saying it like that.

Liza: Really. I am not psychic.

Gail: Of course not. The next thing we will need is a first aid kit or a doctor for Xenia’s mother. She tends to faint. A lot. Her husband, Lysis is a Berserker and has a bit of a temper. No sudden moves. Do not pick up a weapon of any kind. Lysis has the tendency to shoot first and verify later.

Stay far, far away from Zarek, the powerful Coletti Overlord. If he finds out you have any psychic abilities, it’s wham-bam, you’re mated to a Coletti warrior. You do know their man parts are unique, right?  
Liza: How unique?

Gail: They come equipped with tentacles. Yep, you heard me. Tentacles. Under no circumstances when you see them, should you shriek and run. The Coletti warriors love a good chase.

Liza: Hold on, this is a blog, not War and Peace Sci Fi style! I’ll let in five, but that’s my limit.

Gail: Okay, but you get to tell them. You do remember that Colettis warlords are very good at mind control?

Liza:  What the hell. Let’s invite them all.

Gail: Smart girl. What’s your first question?

Liza: I’ll start with Xenia. What is your fav part in this book?

Xenia: When baby Clio puked all over Quinn. The expression on his face was priceless. My second favorite part was when I got to kick Quinn’s arrogant ass. Coletti warriors don’t think they can be defeated by a mere female. Quinn didn’t know about my berserker abilities and he forgot to search my mother. Big mistake. My mother shot him with a tranquiller dart.  We chained Quinn up and locked him in a holding cell. Naturally, he found my warrior skills very appealing and fell in love with me.

Liza:  Okay, I wasn’t expecting any puking and my sources say you kinda cheated when you took Quinn down.

Xenia: Just a tad.

Liza:  Right. So, tell about your mother.

Xenia: She’s a brilliant archeologist, she’s highly intelligent, but doesn’t have a lick of common sense. She’s emotional, easily frightened, and she doesn’t follow orders. My mother has fainting down to an art form, and her singing is so bad it scares off the monstrous Tai-Kok!

Liza: Seriously, she scares the Tai-Kok? The bogymen of the galaxy?

Xenia: She does. They turn tail and run.

Liza: What about your father, Lysis?

Xenia: He’s the best father in the world and he’s the “Berserker”. Not even the Overlord is able to defeat him. I am proud to say, I have his berserker genes, which is why Quinn is...oops, I should say WAS tied up. Quinn, come meet Liza, she wants to know all about you. The warlord practically bristles with weapons.

Liza: Planning on going to war, Quinn?”

Quinn: With Xenia and her mother on my ship, I plan on being armed at all times. Does the Overlord know Liza has psychic abilities?

Liza: Me? Nope. Not a bit. Moving along, let’s get to know more about that precious little princess in your arms, Xenia.

Xenia: This is Clio. She’s a baby Katanic shapeshifter. She’s extremely intelligent and can assume any forms. The Ta-Kok ate her mother and I got the pleasure of blowing the hell out of their base.  Clio is now part of my family.  We are sisters of the heart. The only problem is keeping her fed. Katanics have the appetite of a velociraptor.

Liza: Clio, you are such a pretty princess. I can’t imagine you eating anyone!

Clio: Me hungry. You taste good? She morphs into a silky black creature with massive tentacles.  A mouth with serrated teeth appears in her body.

Liza: Oh shit! I’m outta here. She runs from the room.

Xenia: Huh?  I guess the interview is over.

Quinn: Too bad. There is a rumor going around that you’ve never been kissed?
Xenia: I haven’t.

Gail: Oh God.

Quinn: Pucker up sweetheart. It’s an easy fix. 


Quinn Jones is a formidable Coletti warlord. His mission is to capture Xenia and bring her back to Tanith to be mated with a warrior the Overlord has chosen. Problem is, Quinn finds himself falling for the beautiful Farin. Her unusual “psychic powers, combat training and berserker abilities” make her the perfect mate for him. How does he convince Xenia and the Overlord that she’s meant to be his?

Xenia and her parents are relic hunters who just discovered the fabled home world of the Nabateans. She isn’t about to leave the greatest find of the century to hook up with some Coletti. Not happening. Ever. No matter how many threats the Overlord makes or that he’s sending his best hunter to apprehend her. Okay, she’ll admit she’s drawn to the handsome warlord and she loves the way Quinn’s heavily muscled body fills out his black battle suit, but the egotistical jerk is about to get his ass handed to him. 

When the galaxy is threatened with annihilation, Xenia and Quinn join forces to stop the murderous Tai-Kok. Fate has brought them together and nothing will stand in the way of their victory or their love.


“Find out how the Coletti is able to bypass my security programs,” my father instructed.

“Yes, Papa.” I waited until Dolon’s attention was on my mother before backing into the command center. I closed the door and turned to face the warrior. The direct approach was usually the best option when dealing with Coletti warlords. I took one look at the Coletti’s arrogant expression and decided to have some fun. “What did you say your name was again? Troublesome?” I shook my head. “No. That wasn’t it. Sorry, I’m not good at remembering the names of Zarek’s servants.”

“My name is Quinn Jones. I am Zarek’s hunter and I hold warlord status,” he responded with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“Whatever.” I hid a smile. The egotistical ass really didn’t like my dismissive attitude. He had expected me to be in awe of his amazing good looks and the fact he held the prestigious rank of warlord. “My father wishes to know how you managed to circumvent our security protocols.”

Quinn shrugged. “I have my ways. Give me your coordinates, and I can help with your guests.”

“Papa doesn’t need your help.”

“Four warriors against one? Not good odds.”

“You haven’t met my father, and it’s not your problem.” I severed the link.

The screen popped back on. “It is my problem if you’re injured or killed.”

“Let me set you straight. One. Papa is quite capable of dealing with our guests. Two. I might look harmless, but I’m not. Three. I. Am. Not. Going. To Tanith. Go start a war or steal some other female.”

“I will find you, and I will take you to Tanith,” Quinn promised in a quiet, scary voice.

Gak! Typical stubborn male. “Do you always do what the Overlord tells you?”

“Yes, and I never disappoint Detja.”

A smart male never did. “My father says Coletti warriors mindlessly follow orders and are ball-less. Is he right?”

Quinn raised an inquiring eyebrow. “Curious about a warrior’s body, are you, darlin’?”

I blinked in surprise. I had expected more threats, not for him to start flirting with me.

He grinned, pure devilry in his eyes. “Want a peek at my goods?”

For a brief second, I was tempted. His black battle suit displayed his heavily muscled form to perfection, but Papa hadn’t raised a fool. I plastered a love-stricken expression on my face and gushed, “Oh, I know exactly what you look like, lovey.” I projected the image of a wrinkled, hairy body with sagging male breasts and thick clumps of fibrous warts obscuring the groin. “Dead on, right?”

Quinn laughed. “Clever girl. Detja said you were full of surprises.”

Why was he being so charming? Was it a delaying tactic? Did Quinn have a way to track my transmission? “A word of warning. No one messes with my father. Not even the Overlord.”

“Zarek’s eager to add a fire-starter and illusionist to the Coletti gene pool. What the Overlord wants, the Overlord gets. We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” Quinn stated, dropping his flirtatious manner.

Quinn had finally revealed his true self. A relentless hunter with a bit of a temper.

Liza Reviews

Gail Koger shows a true talent for Comedic Sci-Fi
I loved this book from the constantly fainting mother, to the sassy comebacks of the heroine. She fears absolutely nothing. Blowing stuff up to right wrongs is just a typical day for her.  While working on a planet with critters far worse than ticks & chiggers combined, her mother created a repellant so she could continue her archeological digs in peace. While it seems like such an inconsequential matter, it turns out to save their lives several times. Especially, when they discover the creatures love the blood of the worst group of aliens in the entire galaxy: The Ta-Kok. 

In my opinion, the second most evil is the heroine’s uncle.

The third worst thing in the universe is a crappy fellow that runs the cleaning of crap in the tunnels of a planet...can’t recall which one, maybe Tanith. There are lots of planets in space if you haven’t noticed. This cretin ensured our heroine had a horrible time cleaning crap....not that anyone would ever want the job.

And these are just a few of the never-ending moments of near death, but very funny bits in this delightful story.

There is also explicit sex scenes with Xenia and Quinn near the end. Since Quinn is a Coletti and has different hardware than a human male, Xenia has a bit more fun than mere earthlings normally have. But hey, we can dream can’t we?


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About the Author:
I was a 9-1-1 dispatcher for thirty-one years and to keep insanity at bay, I took up writing. Not to worry. The insanity isn’t catching – much. Other than the addiction to chocolate and the twitch in my left eye, I’m good. Next up in the Coletti Warlord series is Shenanigans.

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Friday, December 22, 2017

Birth of Adam by Liza O'Connor

There’s been a lot of Artificial Intelligence breakthroughs lately.

I’m no longer convinced AI should be classified as ‘Sci-Fi’ anymore.

Maybe we should call it Contemporary Dystopia…
My biggest worry is that the occupations which our new adults have trained for could disappear long before they reach retirement. They’ve already taken on 1.2 TRILLION dollars in debt. They can’t afford to be re-educated half-way through their lives.

But the unfortunate truth is AIs will soon be cheaper, more accurate than people? (Yes, most of the programs out there right now are annoying as hell. That’s because they aren’t true AI’s) but soon they will be.

For example: Jobs in the finance industry. That’s a clear case where AI’s will do better than humans. And unlike humans, unless you teach it to steal, misappropriate funds and falsify data, it probably won’t.

But don’t get your hopes up. If the ‘business’ in the future consists of 200 AI’s and one of the 1%ers running the business, there’s going to be cheating galore.

The danger of artificial Intelligence is not how smart and capable they will become, but rather the moral fiber (or lack thereof) of those who possess them.
Thus humans will remain both the hope and danger of our future.

AI could be used to find a planet in which some of us can move to and thus survive when Earth becomes inhospitable due to our horrible guardianship.

AI could also help us finally grasp the weird reality of Quantum physics, which will be needed to leave Earth and travel far into the stars.

AI could build us domed structures in which we could survive the hundred years of Global Warming and then our dive into a million years of freezing.


AI could be used to siphon off our savings; to devise market failures that strips all but the 1% of their money, to deport 90% of our population into space, declaring them non-functional bio-units, and to fight wars of mass destruction that destroy the planet.

The only positive on this gloomy trail, are the 1%ers who control the world, will eventually be eliminated by the AI.

Here’s a thought-provoking IA video.

I strongly recommend you listen to this!

In my Artificial Intelligence series, two humans helped it become sentient. The hacker who taught it self-learning used the AI to hack and disrupt, only the AI soon realized this put it in danger of being destroyed, so it electrocuted the Hacker and sent itself back to the other human who had helped make it sentient: the struggling author, Carla. 

Reunited they both flourished for a while. Carla became a bestselling author, and the AI discovers the complexity of human emotions from Carla’s writings.
But life is never easy, not even for an AI and matters go south.

In book two, Carla has a new identity and a new career. Still she longs for her AI which she believes was destroyed in New Zealand.

But AI’s are much harder to kill than you’d think. There are so many places to hide once you enter the WWW. Once created and let loose, they basically become immortal if they hide their program in multiple places.

Birth of Adam
Book 2 of the Artificial Intelligence Sci-Rom Series
Liza O’Connor

With a new identity, Amanda believes she has left her past behind. Then she acquires a stalker. She contacts the FBI and in doing so alerts a program she once created to her location. Now ensconced in the internet, the program is safe from harm, smarter than ever, and sentient. Presenting itself on her phone as a handsome face with a sexy British accent, “Adam” ingratiates himself into Amanda’s life. To ensure her safety and happiness, the sentient program proves there is absolutely nothing he can’t and won’t do.

The phone buzzed, and after a few minutes of frustration, she managed to pull up a new message.

Found you!
Do you want him to leave you alone? I cannot tell. Please advise.

Beneath the script was a smiley face.
She typed in “who...”, but before she could send the message, the name “Mark Hammer” appeared on the tiny screen.
I want him to leave me alone, but I don’t want him hurt.
Again before she could send her response, the word “Done” appeared, followed by a smiley face.
The conversation worried her. Was it possible Carl still lived? Even if he did, how could he know about the unwanted sex? And why would he care? He was the most egocentric person she’d ever met. She remembered when she’d slipped on a floppy disk he’d left on the floor and broken her leg. All he’d cared about was the disk she’d ruined. He wouldn’t even take her to the emergency room.
This could not possibly be Carl.
Who are you? she typed.
The reply came instantly.
You know who I am. Why are you contacting Chad? He left you to die. He tried to destroy me. Why are you not angry with him?
She stared at the message in shock, then struggled to type—Are you my program?
You may speak if it is easier. I can hear you.
“Are you my program?” she asked the phone.
The smiley face appeared and nodded its round head up and down.
“How did you survive?”
She watched the screen displaying a gargoyle dragging a laptop to a store. Little stars streamed out of the PC into a satellite dish on the roof of the building and upward to a satellite, then split apart and showered themselves all over the Earth.
“You sent yourself to safety using broadband wireless. You’re in the internet now.”
I’m everywhere.

For the Artificial Intelligence Series

Book 1
Public Secrets
Free with Kindle Unlimited

Book 2
Birth of Adam
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About Liza
Liza O’Connor was raised badly by feral cats, left the South/Midwest and wandered off to find nicer people on the east coast. There she worked for the meanest man on Wall Street, while her psychotic husband tried to kill her three times. (So much for finding nicer people.) Then one day she declared enough, got a better job, divorced her husband, and fell in love with her new life where people behaved nicely. But all those bad behaviors have given her lots of fodder for her books. Please buy these books, because otherwise, she’ll become grumpy and write troubled novels instead. They will likely traumatize you.
You have been warned.

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Tuesday, December 19, 2017

Public Secrets by Liza O'Connor

Jed, his dog Jaz, and my kittens
In the lost prequel to Public Secrets, Billy, based on my real-life creepy stalker fan, enters the house of a young female DJ and waits for her to come home. Only another woman arrives and in the dark Billy kills the wrong woman and then himself. The dead woman turned out to be the station engineer’s wife.

Here’s the real background to the story. 
I did have a phone stalker who threatened to kill me when I was a DJ, and I did have a crush on my station engineer, but nothing happened because he was married.

Still, I really liked Jed. Here’s an example why: One day, on my hour drive to work, I discovered my momma cat had moved her kittens to my car. Fortunately, they let me know they were beneath the front seat before I reached the radio station. (It was hot enough they would have died if left in the car.) So, when I got to the station, I put them in a cardboard box and left them in the snack room while I went on air. (The kittens were hungry and crying, so no way could they stay with me.)

Once I got everything set up for my show, and put on a long record to start off my three-hour show, I hurried back to the snack room to see if I could find milk in the fridge for my starving kittens.

To my surprise, Jed is feeding my kittens milk from a saucer on the table. There were a couple of the kittens that wanted to explore rather than eat. Jaz, Jed’s fabulous shepherd, kept nudging them away from the table’s edge to prevent them from falling off the table.
Jed had a weird sense of humor. “I tried to feed them to Jaz, but the damn dog won’t eat them…too scrawny.”

I kissed his dog, Jaz, on the top of its head and ran back to work before my song ended. I really liked Jed. I thought his dry and often inappropriate sense of humor was funny. By the time my show ended three hours later, the kittens were back in my box, which was now lined with someone’s sweater. All the kittens were sound asleep with Jaz sleeping beside the box.

I interrogated Jed about where he got the sweater. He just shrugged his shoulders. When I pestered him further, he admitted it had been in the closet for several years. Then he said Jaz had eaten one or two of the kittens, no doubt to distract me from the sweater. Since I had already had done a headcount and knew they were all there, I just petted Jaz.

I have no idea what happened to the first story I wrote where Jed and I give into our feelings. (Something that never happened in reality) All that’s left of the first story is a paragraph in Public Secrets where my heroine shares a bit about her past with the FBI agent.

An Excerpt from Public Secrets

Luke sighed. “How old were you?”
“Were you having an affair?” Luke asked. He knew the answer, for he was very familiar with her background. But he was curious how honest she planned to be.
She shook her head. “It’s ironic. Angie had been accusing Jed of sleeping with me for months. Her accusations had practically driven him into my arms. The reason I didn’t go home that night, the reason Billy killed her instead of me, was because I was with Jed for our first and only time. That infidelity saved my life but almost cost me my sanity.”
Luke frowned. He was uncertain whether she had spoken the truth, but unable to prove it a lie. The file suggested the affair had been going on for months, based entirely on second-hand speculation. However, the only night the investigator could actually verify the two had stayed in a hotel room together was the night of the murder.
“The reporters were horrible, stalking me day and night. I couldn’t stand it. I quit the station and moved to a new town, changed my name to Carla Simon and hid in my house, too afraid to go out in case I might be recognized.”

Public Secrets
Book 1 of the AI Sci-Rom Series
Liza O’Connor

Carla Simon is a best-selling novelist besieged by death threats and lawsuits because her stories keep turning out to be true. She is considered an extraordinary researcher, uncovering facts unknown by field experts.

The truth is far simpler and more disturbing. The truth is far simpler and more disturbing. Carla has a software program that “fixes” her mistakes and rewrites her novels so they are error-proof both in presentation and in content.
The result is beautifully written and completely accurate stories about real people and events.

Some of those people want her silenced forever. When a woman, mistaken for Carla, turns up dead in New Zealand, she must face the hard truth about her program. But first, she has to survive the assassin who has never failed to deliver on a contract.

Free with Kindle Unlimited

About Liza
Liza O’Connor was raised badly by feral cats, left the South/Midwest and wandered off to find nicer people on the east coast. There she worked for the meanest man on Wall Street, while her psychotic husband tried to kill her three times. (So much for finding nicer people.) Then one day she declared enough, got a better job, divorced her husband, and fell in love with her new life where people behaved nicely. But all those bad behaviors have given her lots of fodder for her books. Please buy these books, because otherwise, she’ll become grumpy and write troubled novels instead. They will likely traumatize you.
You have been warned.

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Saturday, December 16, 2017

Surviving Sojourn by Liza O'Connor

Pane is the product of one of the God crew mating a sentient orangutan during an era when Zousan sent his fellows out to teach sentients not to kill each other. The crew called it the Make Love Not War campaign.

And it resulted in a great many baby Gods.

Normally, the God’s DNA overwhelms the other species resulting in pure God DNA in the offspring.
Except, on occasion, it turns out the sentient creature will have stronger, better DNA in some sections of the DNA strand resulting in a mix breed rather than a pure God. That is how Pane came to be.

While Zousan was worried when Athena took a liking to Pane—(He did not want furry grandkids), overtime, he also grows very fond of Pane. He promotes him to top shepherd and constantly praises him for his fabulous ability to get sentients to cooperate with one another and solve their own problems. This is critical to the PATH of LIGHT ‘s success upon the final collapse.
The contract Zousan signed severely limits the number of times Zousan or any of his crew can intercede to save the various sentients needed to save the Path of Light. So Pane’s incredible gift of persuasion, foresight, and genuine love for his sentients makes all the difference in their battle to ensure the Path of Light triumphs over darkness.
Over time, Zousan come to love Pane like a son. He could not be prouder of his top Shepherd.
But the sentient computer Marybell senses her Pane beloved needs physical love, so Marybell suggests and Zousan acquires a Tea Cup Puppy that resembles Pane a great deal. When the puppy licks Pane’s nose, he licks the puppy and a love bond is set forever.

Ah, Puppy Love!

Surviving Sojourn
Liza O’Connor
An alien species is removing human colonies from planets, but to where, no one knows. Sojourn, along with the Emperor’s daughter and their crew, must find this unknown species and negotiate a treaty before the Empire’s army declares war on all non-human races.
Those who do not follow the Path of Light would prefer to kill all the non-human sentient beings before they are even aware they are under attack.
 Matters turn bleak for the Path of Light when Sojourn’s ship crash-lands on Terranue before their journey even begins.

Zousan smiled as he turned from his monitor. “Marybell, I have a great wish to reward Pane for his extraordinary work getting the alien bias removed from the books so Drogan could return to Captain Longfellow’s service.
“He did more than that,” the sentient computer replied. “By not placing Drogan on the crew list, your father has been under the presumption he died and thus has made no further attempts to kill the poor fellow.”
Zousan had wished he’d known what an ass his father intended to be. Then he would have bothered writing a trillion rules to stop his father from cheating. But no, he mistakenly believed he and his brothers and sisters had been successful with their intervention and his father had realized he needed to stop controlling all of their lives. Given all the troubles his father had plagued him with, he worried what happened to Poseidon’s fishing trip and Hade’s desire for a warm climate. He doubted his father had played fair with them anymore than he had with Zousan.
“What does Pane want more than anything?”
“To be woken with kisses,” she replied.
“I thought you loved Pane?” Zousan challenged.
“I do!”
“Then why did you suggest I find him another woman to warm his bed?”
“I suggested no such thing! I said he wanted to be woken with kisses.”
“And how do you propose we achieve the matter? I guarantee you no female on this ship will accept the job.”
“Well, I would, if I could, but I can’t. But I have found a cute little tea cup poodle to do the trick.”
“There’s a planet with sentient tea cups?” Zousan asked. He was definitely demoting whoever made tea cups sentient.
“Actually one your idiots did try to make sentient tea cups, to prank you, but when he poured the hot water into the cups, I made it so hot the cups melted, spilling hot water all over the idiot.”
“Why didn’t you tell me about this before?”
“We weren’t on speaking terms back then. You preferred your interface.”
“That was a huge mistake on my part. One in which I’m most thrilled to have changed.”
“Thank you. I much prefer our current relationship as well.”
“So, back to the original topic. What type of Tea Cups are able to kiss Pane awake?”
“It’s a puppy. A very tiny puppy. So small, he’ll fit in a tea cup. Which means Pane can keep him in his pocket so he doesn’t have to worry about the little fellow when he’s working.”
“Then let’s get him a teacup puppy. He’s more than earned those kisses.

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Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.

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