Thursday, March 22, 2018

Arrival: Titan Meet the Sentients Living on Titan and the Spaceship we call Pan

The very first day we arrived on Titan, Ben, one of the students finds life. It's a beautiful moth.

They soon discover the moths are telepathic and can read the human's minds. While that freaks out some of the soldiers, it helps immensely to create understanding between humans and moths.

While the Titan moths resemble a moth on earth, they are very different. On Earth, the circulation process of hemolymph is mostly water, but it also contains ions, carbohydrates, lipids, glycerol, amino acids, hormones, some cells and pigments.

In the Titan moth circulations system, liquid methane is the main ingredient.  Another difference that our students and scientist soon discover is that the Titan moths are highly intelligent and can communicate telepathically.  

Upon discovering the students and scientists are all friendly, the moths decide to help the humans when they can.

While Ben follows the moth into a cave, he discovers an even bigger form of life. To be precise, he discovers an eight-foot naked blueish humanoid who smells like methane. Which is shocking given the temp is -195 degrees Fahrenheit.

The fellow's eyes do not stare in the same place.  In fact, they tend to stare off to each side of his face. According to the moth, Miam, his name is Tiber and he lives in the methane lake our people have just landed near. He is far more cautious and runs through the cave, returning to the liquid methane before the other humans arrive at the cave. To protect him from the soldiers, Ben fails to mention his existence at all.

The next discovery of life might frighten you, but just remember this part of my story is fiction. 
This is Mother Spider. She's about five feet tall. 

She's also methane-based and is the most prolific breeder on Titan. Further back in this cave, are large orange balls hanging from the ceiling. DO NOT TOUCH THE BALLS. They are baby spiders and are easily frightened. 

If they bite you, you will die from Hydrofluoric Acid Poisoning. 

And if they scream, their voices will tear you to bits.

Consequently, most sentients that visit Titan avoid them like the plague. Oddly, the humans have befriended them simply by offering to change Methane into to pure Ethane.  

Mother Spider is very excited about this because it takes 3 months for her spiders to trek to the ethane lake and they've stopped going because the ethane lake tastes terrible now.

The humans make deals with the moths, Tiber, and Mother Spider that helps them to rapidly build a plant and get the methane flowing. Thus, all three species like the humans. Especially the smaller ones, also known as "students". 

These aren't just any old students. These are the brightest minds that could be found on earth. To be honest, they were awful when they arrived, but Tamara's soothing nature and sweetness have turned them around. 

They also brought the finest AI in existence with them. She saved their lives when she took control of the ship and landed it. Here's Scarlett hanging on the wall wearing her Carol Burnett 'Gone With the Wind' outfit.
Scarlett is very playful, but she can also multitask better than any computer or human in existence.

In fact, it was Scarlett who discovered that the moon Pan, hanging out near the outer rim of Saturn was not a moon at all.  It's a 21.7 mile long mining ship.

So let's go meet a few of the peeps in the ship!
This is the captain of the mining ship. And just so you know, they have never called their ship "Pan".  When they got around to decoding our signal waves, they first renamed their ship 'Star Trek'. However, recently upon discovering that we believed their ship was actually a planet, they dubbed their ship "Death Star", which indicates they have a sense of humor.

The captain is of a long-life humanoid race. However, her species has been around since the beginning of time. While early on, we did worship her people. We don't anymore. In fact, we now call them myths.

The captain is in love with Rockman (and Rockman loves here as well, only he is from a lower cast and thus never flirts with her.)

Now before you think twelve foot tall Rockman would crush the three-foot tall captain, you need to know that is just a suit. Rockman is also three feet tall and resides in the chest of the suit. (He mines minerals on the moons and planets nearby.)

Two more fellows you need to know about: Shine and Rust. Shine has a great eye for rare minerals. 

Rust has no eyes whatsoever. He is deaf, mute, and blind. When this story begins, he is considered dangerous and useless: a burden Shine must endure. Since other than Rust being blind, they look the same, I've only put up Shine's pic. Rust looks the same, but his eyes are just black useless orbs.

However, Scarlett asked if she could "Helen Keller" him. Naturally, no on the ship knew what that meant, so Perv found the movie about Helen Keller and showed it to the captain.

This is Perv.

And that brings me to the last character I'm sharing today. Perv, the pervert. He gets his reputation because he can see through almost anything other than titanium and he loves to stare beneath the clothes of females. Any female will do. 

Clearly, Perv is not a humanoid. In fact, I would go so far as to say he is a reptilianoid.  My apology for the fuzziness of his face, but this is an actual picture from NASA. Which means this is where reality and Sci-Fi may be merging. In my story, Perv is using Jupiter to monitor Saturn and her many moons.

That's right. In my story, and possibly in reality, Jupiter is not a planet. It's an electronical surveillance mechanism cloaked as a planet. 

Just to be clear, Perv does not live in or on Jupiter. In my story I have him living on one of the planets circling the star we call Boyjillian. Using something like but much more powerful than Skyping, he watches over Trillian and her mining efforts, via Jupiter.

Okay, I hear screeching brakes...
You think I've gone too far.
Have I? or have you not gone far enough?

Scientists now believe Jupiter has no core. So it's just a big ball of pretty scenes from the outside, yet when they used false color to penetrate deeper they get my reptilianoid Perv. May I suggest that the pretty stuff we see is just to keep us from seeing what NASA found using false color: Perv.

And just so you know, they've taken more than one shot of reptilianoids using false color.

Okay, you still don't want to believe that is possible.
Then pretend I made this all up  (After all, I am an author of fiction) and have fun reading the book. 

Monday, March 19, 2018

Weird Findings on Saturn's moons and Jupiter

Since we will soon be leaving Earth
 and heading to Titan,
I thought I'd share the long journey of how this series came to be and why it nearly stalled-out due to our lack of knowledge. 
Cassini and NASA brought it back to life.

I wrote the first draft Destination over ten years ago during the best years of my life in which I did nothing but take long hikes with my dog Jess, write novels, and get feedback and suggestions from fellow writers in the yahoo group: Rom Critters. I didn't publish, nor market, nor promote. I just did the three things I loved most: write, hike, and improve.

After writing Destination: Titan, I discovered that there was insufficient information about Titan to write the second book. So I decided to wait until NASA could discover more about Titan.  If not for Cassini, this series may not have ever been published.

Cassini provided far more fodder for my Sci-Fi than I ever expected.

For example, in book two, there is now a 21.75 mile-wide, dinged up, but functional mining ship hanging out in Saturn's outer ring.

Why would I even conceive such a thing?
Simple, it's from the photos Cassini took.

The photo from Cassini shows what looks to be an oval-shaped spaceship with matching giant indentations and interesting ridges that are now marred by comet abuse. It also has pentagon-shaped fins around it. I find the fins most interesting, for unlike the center mass, which has clearly been abused and scarred, the fins appear to be smooth.

Naturally, for Arrival: Titan, I declared this a mining ship in Saturn's outer rings and thus create the crew who lives in it. The reason the ship is so large is because they are mining minerals from the outer layer of Saturns' rings.  Until they fill the massive hulls in the ship, they don't get to go home.

Over time, Pan has on occasion seemed to have disappeared, which has baffled NASA. However, this works perfectly for my story. When the ship is full, it pops back to its mother planet that requires the minerals.

Thank you, Cassini, for giving me such a fine ship and crew to add to my story.

Next, let us discuss JUPITER.

NASA now believes that Jupiter may not have a solid core at all. In truth, it baffles the scientists and remains a mystery.

So I put on my sci-fi hat and declared it a highly advanced electronic eye-in-the-sky protecting this part of the galaxy from other aliens as the giant mining ship harvest the minerals. Where on earth did I get this idea??? 

From NASA. 

When we look at the south pole of Jupiter, we see pretty shots like this: 

It's rather like Van Gogh is alive and painting planets.

However, when NASA uses False Color Imaging to penetrate deeper, highlighting what is below Van Gogh's beautiful painting, we discover something extraordinary. There appears to be a red-faced lizard-like creature with large eyes staring out, watching over the mining ship, Titan, and much more.  

Now I'm not saying a giant redface lizard creature is inside Jupiter. That would be silly. 

In my sci-fi story, the Lizard lives on the planet we call Boyjilian which transmits signals to Jupiter, allowing the lizard creature, which I named Perv, to watch over the Saturn rings, and several of the moons where sentient creatures exists. 

It also explains why the Boyjilian dims all the time. The dimming is caused by the giant mining ships arriving with their loads and leaving on new mining assignments. Thus explaining why there is no consistency to the dimmings.

Can you see the red lizard with giant eyes and a light green lower jaw with short tentacles within the center below?  The creature is not actually in Jupiter. He's just a three-dimensional image being sent across space into the electrical eye-in-the-sky that we call Jupiter.  At least that is how my Sci-Fi story goes.

Never in my wildest dreams did I expect Cassini and NASA to provide me such extraordinary fodder for book 2. 

Thank you, Cassini and NASA. You've enriched my story greatly.

One other item of interest...
If you look at the creature in False Color pic
you can see a similarity to the indentations on the spacecraft.
Two large eyes with ridges running up to the forehead. There are even the markings of whiskers at the lower part of the picture, to match those of the creature.

Thus, in my story, the Lizard creatures of Boyjilian, sculpture the face of an important person in their society onto new ships. While the lizards may or may not look the same to us, for these sentients, the various ships can be identified by a unique sculptured leader carved into the ship. 
Thus, while the ship and the creature in Jupiter are not exactly the same, that is to be expected.
However, there is a strong enough resemblance for me to assume they honor their great leaders by carving them into the ship's exterior.

Perv is the current watcher of Saturn and it's moons.
The sculptured mining ship is quite ancient now and is certainly not Perv's image. However, it clearly is a sculpture of an important sentient of the same race as Perv.

Please keep in mind that I write Sci-Fi.
Thus, I am allowed to declare the ship a ship and the planet Jupiter an Electronic Eye in the Sky.
Skyping anyone?

None of these pics have been doctored.
They are what Cassini and NASA provided.


Friday, March 16, 2018

Destination: Titan --Surviving to get there

Wearing a simple flowing robe, the old man stared out from his wrought-iron balcony to the quaint buildings below. “Is everything in place?”
“Yes, Your Holiness,” replied an eager young man in far more splendid robes.
“Failure is not an option.”
“We will not fail.  We have planned for every circumstance. Project Einstein will not succeed.”
“But it will not come back to us?”
“No, Your Eminence. No one will blame us for their demise.”
“How many back-up plans?”
“Not enough.” His ancient hand quivered as it rested upon the metalwork. “Fifteen. I want fifteen plans, each certain to succeed without the blame reaching my feet.”
“I will see it done.”
The old man turned and studied his devotee. “You have doubts, Thomas?”
“It is not my place to doubt God’s work.”
“Earth is about to fall into an ice-age of such duration and frigid temperatures that nothing is expected to survive. So you wonder why God would wish to destroy one of our chances to continue mankind on a different planet.”
The man fell to his knees and pressed his forehead to the floor. “Forgive me, Your Holiness.”
The old man walked around the prostrate body and returned to his red velvet chair with authentic gemstones cresting each upholstery tack. He sat with a heavy sigh. “It is better for the human race to die in its entirety than to survive without God.” He stared up to the arching ceiling painted with clouds and angels. “The time has come to choose eternal Heaven or Hell.”
The young man’s head rose. “Yes!” His face filled with joy and wonderment. “I understand now.”
The old man’s head wobbled, perhaps in a nod. “Then go, and see God’s will is done. Only Project Chosen can succeed. Project Einstein must be destroyed, at all costs.”

Destination: Titan
Liza O’Connor
With Earth destined for a new ice-age, seven scientists and twenty-two brilliant teenagers are gathered in a compound deep within a mountain. There they struggle to come together as a group and complete the projects needed for their survival in the inhospitable environment of Titan, one of Saturn’s moons. However, certain factions on Earth have no intention of letting Project Einstein succeed. Keeping the group alive and productive is the hardest task Colonel Lancaster and his soldiers have ever had, but they are determined to succeed no matter how well the saboteurs have planned. The continuation of the human race depends upon it.


A soldier entered the room. His expression was severe, and his hand rested on his gun. Tamara feared they had suddenly realized the color orange was a stupid differentiator.

He walked to the table and lifted the paper. Upon seeing her signature, he introduced himself as Colonel Lancaster. “Did you read it thoroughly?”

Tamara nodded.

“Then you understand that I outrank you and you will do everything I say?”

He didn’t look much older than her. “How old are you?”

“That isn’t relevant to my question.”

Max interceded. “Colonel Lancaster’s age is irrelevant, Tam. Only his rank is of importance. He is the senior ranking officer at the facility, and thus is our commanding officer.”

Tam smiled at the thought of how painful those words must be for Max to say, although to his credit, he said them with great sincerity.

“Do you find something amusing?” Lancaster challenged her.
She stared at the young man. Despite his severe look and shaven head, he was not entirely unattractive. In a “penal code” way, he might be considered good looking. She tilted her head to one side. “I was just wondering what you were so hell-bent to command me to do.”

Lancaster frowned. “If the two of you will follow me. The others are waiting in the containment room.”

They entered a small lecture room with a platform at one end. Chairs filled the remainder of the room, and twelve loud, unruly teenagers occupied the back. In the far corner, behind the podium, stood a cluster of adults. They all stopped talking and stared at Max and Lancaster when they entered. Tam was pretty much ignored.

Lancaster ordered them all to take a seat as he walked to the podium. Max pointed Tam to a chair while he remained standing beside Lancaster. Lancaster reinforced their understanding of the contract they’d just signed. He emphasized the need for immediate and total obedience when he or his men gave them an order.

One of the teenage girls raised her hand, and Lancaster gave her a nod.

“Will any of your orders be for sex? Because you’re damn hot.”

The teenagers burst into laughter and hoots.

“Interrupt me again, and your mouth will be duct-taped for the remainder of the day. But as to your question: Neither my soldiers nor I will be ordering anyone to provide sexual favors of any kind. That being said, sex among the students will not be prohibited once you have received your medical clearance. Dr. Culp and Dr. Willows will provide each of you with an extensive health exam. You will cooperate fully,” he warned, and gave the kids and Tamara a warning glance before continuing.

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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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Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Korjh's Bride by Clarissa Lake

Thanks Liza for the opportunity to share my new release.
Liza responds: The pleasure is all mine! Now let's get to this fabulous new story!

Korjh’s Bride A Cyborg's Mail Order Bride
 (Interstellar Matchmaking Book 1).

I have somewhat eclectic tastes in the books I read. A few months back, I started reading cyborg romances of several different authors, and I was hooked. Then my publisher asked me if I could write a mail order bride alien romance. But I was gearing up to write my first steamy cyborg romance, and my heart was set on it.

Since I had already laid the groundwork for interstellar matchmaking in the Narovian Mates Series, I decided to use that universe to start this new series. The Narovian Mates series began in a hypothetically contemporary world where Earth has just joined the United Galactic Alliance of Worlds. With the change in status from a protected world to a member world, it gave the Narovian Matchmaking Service the opportunity to publicly open for business on Earth.

With my heart set on writing a steamy cyborg story and my publisher’s encouragement to write an alien mail-order-bride story, I decided to do both in the same book.

Korjh Benjegt was not always a cyborg. He was a Narovian natural human living in a backwater farming colony that was attacked by aliens who killed his family when he was just fifteen landing him in an orphanage. As soon as he was old enough, he joined the Alliance Defense Force to fight the Drayids alongside cyborgs who were created to augment the volunteer military force. After suffering catastrophic injuries in battle, Korjh was converted to a cyborg to save his life.
He was completely reborn. The difference between Korjh and the test tube cyborgs was that he remembered growing up in a family:

Zara Maples wants to escape her lackluster life and find her soulmate, so she applies to the interstellar Narovian Matchmaking Service which finds people’s soulmates based on genetics. Korjh, a Narovian cyborg, retired from battle, once a full human, longs a family of his own like the one he lost as a boy in an alien invasion.

Retired to a backwater colony of Modonne where he can’t get a date because he is a cyborg, he applies to the Matchmaking service to find his genetic complement, his soulmate, because unlike Narovian felines he cannot recognize his fated mate. After two years they find him a mate on that “dirt” planet recently accepted into the Alliance.

Cyborgs are dangerous, aren’t they? Only an ignorant human from a planet called Earth (translated as dirt) would come across two sectors to Modonne to mate with a cyborg. But to her, he seems warm and caring and so attractive as they correspond. Of course, it can’t be quite that easy. While Korjh can be sweet and considerate, he can also be scary and aggressive.

Was he the man of her dreams or nightmares?

Korjh’s Bride A Cyborg's Mail Order Bride 
(Interstellar Matchmaking Book 1) Excerpt:

Korjh commed about a half hour after first meal and had her blushing with his first words,
“Hello, my beautiful wife,” he began with a smile. “I can hardly wait to hold you in my arms and claim you in every way a man claims a woman.”

“Korjh,” she protested weakly. “I am looking forward to our first kiss, and to feel your arms around me.”

“You are just so beautiful and sexy,” he said with a heart-melting grin.

“I could say the same of you,” she said with a soft laugh.
“And you have a wonderful laugh,” he added. “This is so much better than one-sided conversations.”

“It is,” she admitted.

“Have people said things to you about me?” His expression grew serious.

“They think I don’t know what I’m getting into---I don’t understand why. Being a cyborg doesn’t mean you’re not human.”

“And I have never killed a human or even a humanoid, just Drayid bugs,” he asserted. “I swear on my life, I would never harm you in any way.” The expression in his eyes softened as he looked at her.

“I believe you Korjh,” she assured him. “I have believed in you all along, or I wouldn’t be on this ship coming to your world.”

“I hope you will be happy with me, Zara, because once I hold you in my arms, I don’t think I could give you up.”

“I don’t give up that easily. Besides, the matchmaking service considers us soul mates genetically speaking,” Zara remembered. “They don’t differentiate because you are a cyborg. You passed the psych profile. Besides, every marriage takes some adjustment. I am coming to you with the belief I will fall in love with you.”

“I will do my best to make that happen. I’ve waited a long time for the service to find you because I am a cyborg and because I’ve been a warrior most of my life.”

“But you were cleared psychologically,” she reminded him. “You wouldn’t have been cleared to settle on Modonne without it.”

“That mean’s nothing to a lot of people who have never fought to survive. My cybernetics make me sub-human as far as they are concerned. The nanites have altered me genetically,” Korjh said, “and they will change you as well.”
“I know, but they’ve assured me these changes aren’t harmful. In fact, they said the nanites will keep me healthy and make me heal faster,” Zara said. “I’m ready to get some of those little buggers.” She smiled at him.

“That’s my girl,” Korjh chuckled. “They will also slow the aging process and ensure that we can make babies together.”
Korjh went on to talk about his day and show pictures of his horses and his farm and a beautiful sunrise. He had already given her a video tour of his home which had been excavated from the rock four feet under the topsoil. Most of the house was comprised of modules transported out into the desert.  There were also more rustic rooms with rock walls of granite smoothed and polished.

It all made Zara long to be there with him. When they finished their com-chat, she went back and played back the recording. His words and the look in his eyes made her long to be in his arms with her body pressed against his.

She wouldn’t let anyone convince her that he was going to be anything but the love of her life. She believed in Korjh. It didn’t matter if any of them did or not.

“Before I came here, I had a job and friends and time for things I like to do,” she said. “Now that I’m gone Ellie doesn’t even email me, and I haven’t seen or talked to another woman since I got here. I miss those things.”

“You knew things would be different here, that we would be isolated out here with no close neighbors. I told you this,” he said.

“I didn’t know I would feel so homesick and like I have nothing useful to do. That my friend wouldn’t keep in touch with me.”

“So, I am not enough for you,” Korjh said, frowning.

“This isn’t about you. I changed my whole life to come here and be your wife,” she said. “I didn’t realize I would feel this way. Face it, there isn’t that much to do here. You have machines doing everything. Just about all we do is eat, sleep, and have sex.”

“And that makes you unhappy?”

“No---yes. It’s like we are on a permanent vacation. I need something useful to do.”

“Sex with me makes you unhappy?”

“No, you’re not listening,” she protested.

“That’s what you said,” he reminded.

“That’s not the way I meant it.”

“Then, what did you mean?”

“That there is more to life than bodily functions. I need mental stimulation and a sense of accomplishment,” she said. “Like when you built this house and this farm. I need to make something of value, myself!”

“I’m not stopping you from doing that. You have your drawing screen, and you brought your sewing things,” he said.

“But it’s hard to be creative when you are hovering over me every minute,” she said. “I feel like I should hurry and finish and give you attention.”

“I don’t understand,” he admitted reluctantly.

“I know you don’t,” she said and got up from the table and went to him. “Things here are so different from Earth. If we lived there, you and I would have jobs, we wouldn’t have all this time with just each other.”

“You are not happy here,” he said and frowned.

Zara gripped his big hand in hers. “I want to be here with you. I’m just a little homesick and lonely for my friend.”

“Do you want to go back to Earth?” he asked, staring down at her.

“No,” she said after a moment. “I just need you to give me a little space.”

“You are mine, I have to take care of you---make sure you have everything you need. Isn’t that what a husband is supposed to do.”

“It is, but not every minute of every day. Don’t you have things you want to do by yourself?”

“Not when I can be with you instead,” he replied. “If there are, I can do them when you are sleeping.”

“You really don’t get it. You’re like a stalker watching every move I make.” She let go of his hand and walked a few steps away then turned back to face him.  “You’re making me crazy!”

“I will take you back to the Medical Clinic. They have gene therapy for that,” he said solemnly.

She gave an inarticulate shout of frustration. “You’re the one who needs therapy! It is perfectly normal for a woman to want a little time to herself,” she knew her voice was raised, but she didn’t understand how he could be so obtuse. “You need to find something to do on your own while I am working on my designs---a couple hours a day…”

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Saturday, March 10, 2018

Meniscus: Crossing the Churn by Alexandra Tims

Meniscus: Crossing The Churn
by Alexandra Tims

an illustrated long poem
first in the Meniscus Series
science fiction – romance – adventure

Follow the adventures of Odymn and the Slain!

On the alien planet Meniscus, Humans are slaves. Every twilight, Odymn runs through the forests outside the city, practicing the art of parkour. Her runs give her strength, flexibility and endurance, and a way to survive a life of servitude under the oppressive Dock-winders.  When the silent Slain rescues her from a brutal encounter with a gang of Gel-heads, Odymn believes she has reached the end of her search for freedom.  In their travels through the Prell'nan District of Meniscus, she and the Slain encounter dangerous woodlands, dramatic water-climbs and an impassable water churn. Odymn and the Slain work together to evade the Gel-heads and overcome the dangers of the landscape. But is Odymn really free or is she caught in a cycle of trying to escape the inevitable?

In the first of the Meniscus series, Crossing the Churn tells the story of the meeting of a young woman and a genetically-engineered Slain whose kindness may not be consistent with his purpose.
try …. fail … repeat …
sometimes no matter how hard you run, the past grabs at your heels …

The sky congeals,
coughs up churning darkness,
and the air moves.

Reminder of home, on Earth.
The creaking weathervane
above the hay barn door.

The wind tosses sparse droplets.
Plucks handfuls of dust.
Pebbles like sleet.

The broken hills kilometres away.
Obscured by a looming sandstorm.

The Slain walks faster.
Distance widens between them.
She stumbles, falls to her knees.

“Why should I follow?” she whispers.

His hand grips her arm, drags her to standing.
Forward in uneven strides.
Leaning into wind.

Reviews by Liza
Book 1 
Crossing the Churn
The most unique sci-fi I’ve ever read.

This beautiful story is written as a long poem with many lovely hand drawn sketches.

The story is about a young earth woman who is living on the planet, Meniscus.  It is not a good place to live. The Dock-winders, who run the planet, are abusive sentients without morals or ethics. 

The Dock-winders, who run the planet, are abusive sentients without morals or ethics. Thirty years ago, the Dock-winders invaded earth to harvest young humans as their slaves. Now she and the other humans live in squalor and are viewed as prey by the brutal Gel-heads.

This is a complex story of slavery and love, and of the different ‘sentients’ and ‘non-sentients’ on the planet. One of the nicest ‘non-sentient’ creatures might very well be the smartest creature on the planet.

To be honest, I have never read a book that uses so few words to inspire so much emotion. Having never read such a work before, I read it a second time to catch further nuances. 

It’s only 139 pages long, with each page holding 100 words or less per page once the tale begins. You will be amazed at how potent her words are!

I give this 5 stars for its power, its uniqueness, the fabulous graphics, and a terrific story.
I also had the opportunity to receive an ARC for book two:
Review of Menicus One Point Five, Forty Missing Days by Alexandra Tims
This is the continuation of the beautiful poem that began with Menicus Crossing The Churn
As amazing as the last story was, this one is even better. Who knew that Sci-Fi could be written as poetry and the results are absolutely fabulous.

This is a continuation of the Slain and Odymn. In this poem, the young woman, Odymn, the ‘non-human’ Argenops named Wen-le-gone, and the Slain cross back over the Churn. This enables Wen-le-gone to  return to his people once he is certain the human and the Slain are well enough to travel on their own.
The Slain ceases to see Odymn as a female to be sold.
Odymn and the Slain discover they both love each other even while they fight to live in their deadly environment.  
5 stars!!!
About the Author

Alexandra Tims is a botanist, writer and artist living in rural New Brunswick, Canada. Her first four books in the Meniscus series, Meniscus: Crossing The Churn, Meniscus: One Point Five – Forty Missing Days, Meniscus: South from Sintha and Meniscus: Winter by the Water-climb, were published with CreateSpace in 2017 and 2018. She has also published two books of poetry, within easy reach (2106) and in the shelter of the covered bridge (2017), under the name Jane Spavold Tims (both with Chapel Street Editions, Woodstock). In 2016 she won the Alfred G. Bailey Prize in the Writers’ Federation of New Brunswick Writing Competition for her manuscript of poems about bird calls. She is a fan of science fiction – books, television and film, including Star Trek, Stargate and Firefly. Her websites feature her drawings, paintings and poetry.

Other books in the Meniscus Series
Meniscus: One Point Five – Forty Missing Days
Meniscus: South from Sintha
Meniscus: Winter by the Water-climb