Saturday, October 20, 2018

Surviving Terranue @Liza0Conner


One disturbing point of my books is there are quite a few Pre-ordained deaths. Both Tamara and Blue are fully aware that their deaths were pre-ordained. On the positive side, neither actually ‘dies’. The simply transform into a different entity, rather like a powerful spirit.

I wouldn’t mind a pre-ordained death, especially if I got to help a great cause in doing so. Then, hopefully, I could get everything in order before my death. Maybe even clean the house, but that would be the last on my priorities. If I knew the exact time of my death, I could give all my stuff away and not worry about the future.  But alas, we don’t get an exact time of death. Even if you have cancer, exactly when you will go isn’t known until a short while before. Six months can be three months or nine.

I would love to know, down to the very second, so I could give away all my worldly goods in person. It would please me a great deal doing good deeds ‘til the end.

My spirit-Tamara was told by Pane, as she endured agonizing pains of death, that her demise was pre-ordained and necessary to protect her soul-bond and her husband when they go Outbound. And while she didn’t enjoy her excruciating death by poison, at least she didn’t have to blame herself for being stupid enough to stick her hand into a bag which was supposed to have apples in it only to be bitten by a deadly inland Taipan snake. That it rested in her bag of apples is most odd because it naturally lives in Australia, which was half-way around the world.

The Inland Taipan is normally non-aggressive to humans. It would prefer to get away from people. But stuck in a bag with a giant hand reaching in, it had no choice but to defend itself. And it did, killing Tamara in short order. As she died, Pane told her the good news about her transformation so she could keep Saran and Dmitri safe.

The other pre-ordained death is Blue’s, yet Pane has no idea who told him about his forthcoming death. Pane had no idea of the complexities required to save the Path of Light until a short time before the event when he dreamed a very complex solution to the problem at hand.

Do you think it possible that the dream Pane had in his sleep was like the advice he gives his sentients while they sleep? Did an even bigger God, possibly the First God, dream speak to him?

What do you think?

Surviving Terranue
Liza O’Connor

 Leading a colony of frightened people on a new world is rarely easy. The human colonists of Terranue have as their leader, Tamsarandem, the only Soul-bond of Three that has ever existed. Unfortunately, some perceive the innate kindness in the shaman’s choice of leaders as a weakness, thus, challenges begin. From the moment they arrive on the planet, self-survival instincts take hold among the colonists, putting the survival of the colony at risk.

To survive, they must act for the good of the colony rather themselves, even when their natural instincts tell them to do the opposite. First, they must befriend the dominant intelligent life form on the planet, long-haired blue cattle, only slightly smaller than the blue bull Tamsarandem brought with them. Second, they must find a way to survive three of the planet’s five seasons. Otherwise, they’ll be baked, frozen, and pummeled to death. Third, they must protect themselves from the giant bears, saber tooth lions, and T. rexes that roam their planet. But worst of all, deep within the planet, a seed of evil grows, waiting to devour every living creature on the surface.

Every day in their new paradise is a challenge to survive. Despite all the advantages the Gods have provided, success is neither easy nor certain, and people are rarely as good as they need to be.

 Zousan worried over the twenty-six percent probability of The Path of Light succeeding in every single universe. It made no sense! The chances of the same percentage occurring was less likely than every sentient being in existence choosing the correct Zega Lottery’s seven hundred game symbols. No. This had his father’s hand written all over it. Damn Cronus! Why couldn’t he just be proud of his son’s success? Why was he driven to crush and devour his children? Was his ego so fragile?

While Zousan wasn’t crazy about most of his offspring, he certainly didn’t spend a second on conniving ways to destroy them. He just left them behind when his father allowed him his own multiverse. He happily escaped the man’s tyranny, taking his one sweet offspring, Athena, with him. While his other children were a pain in the ass, he absolutely adored his talented, brilliant daughter.

Without her, he would have failed early on, since she was the only one Cronus had ever shared the secret of creating life with. Fortunately, his father adored Athena and had showed her how to make life when she was but a little girl, long before Zousan demanded his own multiverse which he assured his father would be far superior to his.

“Pane have you found the source of trouble?” he asked his top shepherd. 

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Sunday, October 14, 2018

Surviving Outbound, Back story for Shaman Troy @Liza0Connor

Backstory for Shaman Troy
Like many third sons of the better families in Caldone, when Jason Troy turned ten he was sent to the temple in hopes of being chosen as a shaman. Only one in a hundred boys that arrive is chosen. Many are dismissed on their day of arrival when they failed various tests for empathy and kindness. The result of the early culling of meanness means his fellow students are really nice and no one ever plays pranks and will always help if you struggle on a certain skill or lesson.

But it also means in the first two years, you are always losing beloved friends when they are sent home once the shamans determine a student lacks the skills required to be a shaman in his field. One friend, who had been soaring through the tests was dismissed when he wrote a compelling letter to Headmaster Daniels that females should also be allowed to be shamans. From that debacle, Jason realized some of the leaders were less enlightened than others and that speaking out, even on a just cause, could get you removed.

Thus, he studied hard and avoided the headmaster as much as he could.

In his second year at the Shaman’s school, he had a dream about a cave. The next morning he woke early and logged out with the intent to go hiking in the nearby mountain despite the fact he was not in the least bit athletic. The Shaman logging him out worried as he stared at his sandals. “You are not properly dressed,” he scolded.

Jason’s heart quickened. What would he do if the shaman refused to give him permission to leave? “Sir, I must go. I am confident the Gods will keep me safe.”

The old fellow walked to a cabinet and opened the door. “You should never presume such a thing. The Gods are busy managing the entire multiverse. What would happen if everyone took such an attitude?”

“You are correct, Shaman Michel, I apologize. I will return to my quarters.”

The Shaman pulled out a pair of hiking boots and socks, an aluminum canister and two energy bars. “If the shoes fit, you may go. Otherwise, you cannot.”

To Jason’s amazement, the shoes fit to perfection, so off he went with water and energy bars, in search of the cave he’d dreamt about.

Two hours later, he located a cave opening hidden by a large bush. Upon entering, his skin tingled like it did when he entered the main shaman temple for prayers. Thus, he knelt on the stone floor and prayed. “I am your servant to command.”

A sense of peace surrounded him, but no commands were given. He rose and moved deeper into the tunnel. While he may have forgotten food, water, and proper shoes, he had remembered to carry a small electric torch, which revealed twelve stone tablets in a dark hole in the very back of the cave. He sat and tried to make sense of the words on the tablets. While he had learned twenty-three languages thus far, he did not know what the markings on the stone meant.

Memorizing the shapes of the letters, he returned to the library and searched for the same symbols. After three days of failure he approached his favorite teacher, Shaman Piper, for help. The shaman marveled at the letters Janson had drawn then lead him to a room stacked with boxes. Locating the box, the shaman and Jason carried it to a table in the room. There they sorted through the stone tablets.

“This one!” Jason cried, finding a tablet with similar markings.

“Are you certain?” the shaman asked in disappointment.
Jason nodded.

The old shaman sighed. “It is Gaelic, a language that none of us know.”

Jason sighed. Why would he dream of a lost language?

That night when he went to sleep, he dreamed of returning to the cave where he placed a stone tablet in his lap. Whenever he stroked a cluster of symbols in the stone a word spoke in his head. When Jason woke, he wrote the meaning of each cluster of symbols. Over the next five years, in his spare time, Jason mastered the lost language of Gaelic. One day he was in the garden, working on translating the words of the tablets, when the Supreme Seer approached.

“It is not allowed to carry stone tablets from the library,” the great Seer chided.

Jason looked up at the old fellow with such a kind face. He sensed nothing but light in the seer. “It is not a tablet from the library. I found it in a cave. I am trying to translate it into a language we can read.”

To his surprise, the great Seer sat down beside him on the grass and asked to see the tablet. Jason gently placed it in the old shaman’s lap. “The first part says ‘To save the Path of Light, the Soul of Three must travel to New Earth before the darkest hour befalls.”

The Seer frowned. “How do you know this?”

Jason grimaced and shared his strange dream. This might very well get him expelled from school, but he could not lie to the Seer.

“Help me up,” the Seer requested.

Jason secured the tablet and assisted the Seer up.

“Thank you. Now, who has assisted you with your path?”

“Shaman Michel gave me shoes so I could travel safely to the cave, and Shaman Pippa told me the language was dead. That’s when I had the second dream which helped me translate the first tablet.”

“Let us see if Shaman Michel has boots that will fit me,” the Seer said.

Oddly enough, the boots fit the Seer perfectly and the two made their way to the hidden cave. The Seer laughed when Jason pointed to the large bush that hid the entrance. “Right before our eyes, but none could see it.” He then patted Jason’s arm. “Except for you. I perceive greatness in you, my boy. Indeed I do.”

A week later, Headmaster Daniels attempted to send Jason home, but the Seer overruled him. The Seer then put Daniels in charge of feeding the poor and asked Shaman Pippa to be headmaster of the boys.

A month later, Jason was given his cloak of a shaman by the Seer himself and promoted into the High Council. His only focus was to find the Soul bond of Three and a blue bull who never forgets.

While he was honored to sit with such enlightened shaman on the council, Shaman Daniel never let him forget he was inferior and the moment he failed, he’d lose his seat.

Surviving Outbound
Liza O’Connor
Saran along with her ‘not dead, just no longer human’ soul-bondTamara, and their giant blue bull leave in search of a handler so Blue can escape Earth and travel outbound. The man Saran meets and falls in love with turns out to be Tamara’s husband. Their spiritual joining of three sets into play a prophecy written long ago. Together, they become Tamsarandem, the most powerful soul-bond in all the multiverses.  

The shamans pay for their voyage to Terranue, an unknown planet, never before colonized by humans. In return, Tamsarandem must look after the other colonists and help them to prosper and find their Paths of Light. They will need to do this mostly on their own, for the Gods are running out of authorized interventions. However, the God Pane, with the help of the sentient ship-computer, Marybell, constantly search for clever workarounds to ensure The Path of Light will reign supreme upon the final collapse. But there is only so much they can do within their bureaucratic rules.

Having failed to stop Tamsarandem from leaving Earth, those who walk the Path of Darkness embed their own people, including their darkest lord, on the ship to ensure it will never arrive at Terranue.  

Shaman Daniel, who sat to the Seer’s right, spoke urgently to their leader, his request loud enough to be heard by all. “Allow me to bring in someone with more experience.”
The Seer placed his hand on Daniel’s arm. “We wouldn’t even know of The Soul-Bond of Three if not for Shaman Troy. He alone found the Cave of Light and mastered the lost language of Gaelic. He then discovered the passages that foretold of The Soul-Bond of Three. Do you truly believe a boy so young could have achieved such a feat without the help of the Gods?
“Your Imminence, I do not deny the boy has accomplished much, but perhaps he has done all that he was meant to do. Perhaps now, it is time for our scholars to take over.”
Shamans around the table nodded in agreement.
Shaman Troy bowed his head in shame. He had failed everyone.
The Seer of Light shook his head. “I have never forbidden any of you to search caves for lost tablets, from learning the archaic languages of the past, or from discovering hidden clues in sacred texts. By all means, assist in this critical matter if you will. But Shaman Troy will continue the path he set upon twenty years ago when he was a mere child of twelve. And I have faith the Gods will deliver The Soul-Bond of Three to Shaman Troy when the time comes.”

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Tuesday, October 9, 2018

The Gods of Probabilities, Bk 1 of The Multiverses by Liza O'Connor

Telling time in Space
How could spacemen traveling through space measure time in a meaningful way?

It’s not as simple as it sounds.

On Earth we initially established our years, days, minutes and second between the Earth’s rotation around the sun.  It’s not quite accurate, which explains leap year every four years, but it does well enough to get by.

But what if we moved to the new Oceana, a planet far away in a different galaxy? Would we call a single rotation of our new planet around our new sun a year?  But what if it has two suns (which it does) and our planet is a moon rotating around a large gaseous planet that rotates between two suns. What if that rotation shifts from time to time due to the gradational pull of each sun?

Those are matters my Oceanics must deal with, but honestly, they are flexible with time, it being an illusion and all. If it is dark, they sleep. If it is light they study or work according to the plans of their teachers. They have no perceptible season in the water since it remains a pleasant temperature year around. So no one actually cares what time it is.

In book 2, my human (well, mostly human) colonists will land on a very different a planet. The planet comes with five seasons, three of them quite deadly and the sentient beings, who resemble cows and bulls, count their years by the passing of the five seasons. It makes sense that on such a planet you will create time categories that work specifically for your planet. It’s not helpful to designate a certain number of days a year if it doesn’t consistently correspond with changes in the seasons.  If May is freezing one year, and underwater the next year because you failed to alter ‘time’ to your new life cycle, you aren’t going to be a successful colonist.

So how will we do this? If we arrive with watches set to earth, what good are they? If they have no means to be recalculated, then they are worthless.

One already invented measurement device uses a pulsar to tell time. But while considered ‘out of space’ from our position on earth, it wouldn’t be accurate for a space ship to use as it flew toward and away from its pulsar.

However, the latest advancement in atomic clocks is one called the Quantum Logic Clock that’s based on measurements of individual ions of Beryllium and aluminum. It could set a truly Universal standard that regardless where you are in the universe, you could use since all you need to do is bring the ions with you.
One should expect all space stations and ships will adapt to Universal Standard time since they have no ‘seasons’.

However, most planets will prefer to use a clock that corresponds with their seasons based on their rotation around their sun or suns. Not a problem if all time devices include a small computer within which can translate Universal time to local standards. 

So while in local standards Earth time doesn’t not equal Terranue time, the pulse of universal time that runs ALL clocks is the same. And if you need to talk to someone off planet, you can flip over to Universal time and tell them when they should arrive. Otherwise, there might be a time confusion and they’ll try to land in Hard Days when the temp climbs to 240 degrees, or Cold days when it drops 40 below freezing, or worse yet, they attempt to land in Angry Days when the winds and hail would obliterate the ship in short order. 

In my story, this single quantum pulse is called an echon.

However, for ease of reading, the time conversions have been made to this version so Earth people can understand the times, since they have failed to adapt to the Universal Standard System.

The Gods of Probabilities
Liza O’Connor
The Gods require a time shifter to ensure the Path of Light reigns during the final collapse of possibilities. To speed the process of finding an Oceanic with the specific talents needed, God DNA is induced in several batches of Oceanic eggs, resulting in a generation of brilliant tiny blue Oceanic children.

One charming boy named Drogan has the ability to manipulate quantum reality in ways that will strengthen the Path of Light. Only trouble is that his gift runs a high probability of killing him and wiping out the Path of Light for good.

While the bureaucratic Gods will try to assist, in Quantum all possibilities not only can, but do happen, so the future is never certain.

Athena smiled at her discovery of a small water-based planet with a heavy atmosphere similar to Zepwick’s. It also had an excellent magnetic shield protecting it from the two suns that warmed this system.

Technically, it was a moon of a large gaseous planet, and would have been a block of ice if not for the second sun. With just a few adjustments, it would be perfect for the Oceanics.

Knowing humans would eventually need to arrive on the planet and take Drogan with them when they left, she tugged a portion of the molten-hot core of the planet upward, creating an underwater volcano to establish a moderate-sized island fifteen feet above the ocean.

She gathered thick piles of fish shit and rotted sea plants, placing it over the pockmarked lava rock. Then, selecting a few promising plants from beneath the ocean, she modified them for land survival and scattered them about the barren island.  She smiled at her work. By the time the humans arrived, the island would make a lovely stopping point.
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Wednesday, October 3, 2018

Jolt Somber Cyborg Awakenings Bk 2 by Christine Myers

Hi Liza,
Thanks for giving me a chance to talk about my new book.

The Cyborg Awakenings Series takes place in the same universe as my Aledan Series, set about 500 years prior to The Aledan Psion. I got hooked on cyborg novels after reading Cynthia Sax’s Releasing Rage. I have since blazed through at least thirty cyborg novels by various authors.

While I have borrowed various aspects of cyborg fiction lore, the back story is my own creation. I called them the Vikings of the Future after some of history’s fiercest warriors. They were exactly what the Federation needed to fight the interstellar war with the Mesaarkans.

A dying admiral in the Federation Defense Force knows that without a war to fight, the cyborgs will need to redirect their talents to peace time. So, he convinces Vyken Dark to take the cyborgs left back to Earth to help rebuilt civilization that was all but destroyed.

Five cyborgs were all that was left of the crew of the Starfire Nemesis. Jolt Somber was second in command. This is his story.

Jolt Somber was the name the cyborg picked for himself. He was created to be a killer and his creators reinforced his killer instinct by flooding him with feel-good endorphins. For eighty years he fought the Mesaarkans at Vyken Dark’s side. He and four genetic cyborg brothers returned to Earth to help restore civilization after the war had ended.

Jolt is supervising demolition in the ruins of Farringay to build a new starport. The war left Earth in ruins with cities ruled by overlords with gangs of thugs as enforcers. Violence against women is rampant. 

When Jolt finds his one genetic female mate used and left for dead by gangers, the pleasure he takes in avenging her could have unexpected repercussions.

After what males had done to her, would she ever accept Jolt as her mate?


Iris tried to be tough, and she hated the tears that filled her eyes at the memory of the four men hitting her. As soon as she started to cry bitter, angry tears, Jolt jumped up and scooped her up into his arms and sat back in the chair with her on his lap. He wrapped the sheet snuggly around her and held her close with her face pressed into his shoulder as she sobbed.

Better for her to let it out than to keep it bottled up inside, thought Jolt. He just held her and stroked her short hair, wishing he could kill them all again. Eventually, her sobs faded and she shifted in his arms.

Jolt couldn’t resist pressing his lips to the top of her head. She hiccupped a few times as she nestled her head against his chest. He held her firmly and rubbed her back tenderly, wishing he could wipe away all her pain.

She quieted and seemed content to be in his arms. Jolt rested his cheek against her hair and just listened to her breathe. Several minutes later one of the newbies named Axel Rex brought in a plastic crate of clothing for Iris. He had alerted Jolt through their internal network that the delivery had arrived.

The only place to get clothing close to her size was from their battleship Starfire Nemesis in orbit over Earth.  They still had a limited amount of clothing in women’s uniform sizes from when they had females serving on the ship. Their uniforms had been simple in the end, black cargo pants with khaki green or tan t-shirts and black jackets.

Matix Tell hadn’t questioned his request to shuttle down some clothing for Jolt’s female. Matix was well aware that there was nowhere to get any. The Enclave was consistently running short though they had ordered machinery that would make clothing. It hadn’t yet arrived.

Axel came in and left the plastic crate on the bed and left without a word. Jolt felt sure that Iris hadn’t noticed.
She had been quiet for some time, so Jolt leaned back to look at her face. Her eyes were red-rimmed and puffy from crying, but her tears had dried. She looked a little embarrassed, shaking her head.

“I’m not usually such a crybaby. It just makes me so mad that those guys beat on me like that. Bastards!”
“Yes, they were,” Jolt agreed as he brushed the back of his fingers down her cheek gently. “They’re never going to hurt anyone again.”

Iris breathed in deeply and let out a sigh as she rubbed her cheek against his fingers. The gentleness of his touch was soothing and surprising. She looked up into his eyes, her lips parted. They stared into each other’s eyes for endless seconds.

Jolt hardly dared to move. He didn’t want to frighten her with the intensity of his feelings for her. He had waited all his life to find his mate and dreamed in some of his darkest moments of having her in his arms like this. So, he paused to let her make the first move.

Her eyes moved to his mouth, and she moved closer, it seemed a millimeter at a time until her lips pressed to his and moved in a tentative caress. Jolt kissed her back softly, savoring the feel of her lips against his.

It was his first real kiss ever---with his female. He kept it gentle, suppressing his passion for her.

Her body may have been healed, but her battered soul would take a little longer. She needed time to trust him and learn that she was safe with him. He would let her tell him when she wanted more.

“That was nice,” Iris said when the kiss was finished. “You have been really nice. I didn’t expect that from a cyborg.”

“We treasure our females. They are the future of our race. These males preying on women are risking the future of their offspring. Too many of them have never learned what family means to our race,” Jolt said. “Damaging females is evil. They should be protecting them.”


Jolt Somber Cyborg Awakenings Book 2

On one hand, this is a fabulous mix of rebuilding after a Space War and moments of steamy sensual pleasure. It is also the attempt to return from war to normalcy, only truly ending the war and returning to peace is not easy, especially since the local gangs and warlords do not wish to relinquish their control of the cities.

The Cyborg Jolt Somber senses his mate, only she is very close to dying. Upon finding her and taking her to safety, he collects the four sources of DNA that her attackers had left, hunts down the Cretans, and slowly kills them. Jolt is a cyborg of many layers. He can be gentle and loving or he can brutal and lethal.

What he truly wants is to live a happy life with his beloved. Only he must give her time to heal. And even when she does heal, it is possible that she might not want him. To find out, you’ll have to read this wonderful book.