Sunday, December 3, 2017

The Cat's Out of the Bag - So to Speak

I've always had a thing about giving out the name of a work in progress until I've submitted it to my prospective publisher.  For the first time, due to a tag on Facebook, I've actually given out the title.  This is the third book in what I like to call my "Star Brides" series.  
 










Title: Abaddon Rising.  You might remember Joss from Breeder Slave who is seen battling on Ausenseleut in the warrior pits.  This is her story.

Little bit to whet your interest:

Revelations 9:11
They had as a king over them the Angel of the Abyss
whose name ... is Abaddon ... (that is Destroyer)


Get up!” Joss screamed over and over as she pounded her fists against the high retaining wall. “Anashe! Get up! Get up!”
Anashe, the stunning Shona woman from Zimbabwe, knelt in the chalky dust of the pit. A bloody network of cuts and purple bruises marked her smooth cocoa skin, interwoven with rivers of crimson dripping to the churned-up ground below. Her left arm hung at her side, crushed by the force of the massive war club wielded by Muugoa, a nightmarish creature brought in by a rival Deg’Nara clan as their champion. Though slow and lumbering, the horrific beast was nonetheless stronger by far than the courageous human female.
Joss stifled a sob as Anashe parried yet another brutal blow with the battered shield but without the means to strike back, she was defenseless and too weak, too worn out to withstand the fury of Muugoa. This was Anashe’s sixth match over the past several rotations but this one was without doubt the most formidable. The Shona woman had fought well, dancing in and striking before retreating but time and stamina were on Muugoa’s side and she was no match for the huge Santovaran. As she weakened and faltered, he’d pressed the attack even harder, knocking the three-pronged spear from her hand and then dealt a paralyzing blow to her arm. She’d tripped and then stayed down.
Sensing victory, the monster brayed like a donkey, displaying a mouthful of rotted stumps and decaying teeth as he rained blow after blow on the stricken female. Anashe fell back on the blood-soaked ground.

“Stop him!” Joss screamed to the crowd. “Stop him! Stop him! He’s won! He’s won! She doesn’t have to die!”

Submitting this to publisher soon!  Wish me luck!

Patsy

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