Wednesday, 28 September 2011

Silver Flash - Out of this World - Chapter 10

Silver Flash
Out of this World by L.M. Brown
A Male/Male Romance
 




“I’ll be trapped on your world, or another, or dead,” Rick concluded miserably.

Xenon expression clouded over and he couldn’t look him in the eyes.  “I’ll make sure you’re put on a ship that’ll take you home as soon as we dock at the space station.”

Rick nodded his agreement. then wondered why he wasn’t feeling overjoyed at the prospect of returning home.  He couldn’t help these people.  They’d be better off continuing their search for the real prophet.

“Docking in one minute,” Nikias announced.  His attention was back on the monitors and he was rapidly pushing buttons and pulling levers.

Xenon and Affie took their seats and a few seconds later there was a loud bang and a rather ominous scraping noise.

Affie stood up first and walked towards the wall.  It was then Rick noticed another door which was sliding open. 

The unwanted guests appeared in the control room.  They appeared to have come straight from a meal and were loaded down with various Earth foods.  The leader stepped into Xenon’s path.  “You won’t consider selling us your whore?”

Xenon moved a step closer to Rick.  “Absolutely not.”

The reply didn’t go down too well, but at least they didn’t seem inclined to press the issue.  The trio of purple-furred creatures pushed their way towards the doorway and stepped off the ship.

Rick let out a breath he hadn’t even realised he’d been holding.  “They won’t try to abduct me from the ship back to Earth?” 

“Corrin, our cook, was only hired for this trip.  I’m sure he’ll be happy to guard you on the way back to Earth,” Xenon suggested. 

“You trust him?”

“He’ll be paid after the job, so yes,” Xenon assured him. 

The cook appeared a moment later and he and Xenon spoke in their native tongue for a few minutes.  Finally the cook nodded and they all moved towards the exit.

The space station was as busy as Times Square on New Year.  Rick stuck close to Xenon as they pushed their way through the crowds.  They hadn’t moved more than a few dozen yards when Affie groaned beside him.

“What is it?” Xenon asked.

“The Oracle has come to meet the prophet.”

“Oh shit.  Where is she?”

“On the balcony.  She’s already spotted us.”

Rick looked up and knew immediately who they were referring to.  With the same green hair and beautiful features, it was clear the Oracle and Affie were related.  Although he couldn’t tell for sure from this distance, Rick suspected they might be mother and daughter, which would make the Oracle a queen.

Xenon pulled them all into a huddle.  “Okay, Affie go say hello, tell her we made a mistake and I’ll get Rick to his ship as quick as I can.”

Affie nodded and ducked into the crowd.  Xenon pulled Rick along in the opposite direction, but just when the crowd started to thin the Oracle appeared directly in their path.

“Xenon, welcome back,” the Oracle greeted him, pulling him into a warm embrace.  “I see you’ve found the prophet.  I would speak to him alone if you don’t mind.”

Rick didn’t have time to protest before he was swept away by the forceful woman.  “I think there’s been a mistake,” he spluttered.  “I keep telling them I’m not a prophet.”

“I know,” the Oracle said.  “There is no prophet.”

“What?”

“The prophet gives our people hope, but the war will come no matter what.  It was inevitable from the moment we started our experiments with time travel.  We only succeeded in sending back a single inanimate object, but it was enough to alter the course of our world forever.  You might call it the butterfly-effect.”

“Does Xenon know there isn’t a prophet?”

“No, only the Oracles are aware of the futileness of our situation.”

At least he hadn’t been lied to all along.  “But why am I here, and how could I see Xenon when he was invisible to everyone else?”

“You are here because it’s where you’re needed.  As for seeing Xenon, that’s something he’ll need to figure out for himself.  Now, let us walk.  There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

“Who?”

“My oldest son, Argon.”

“Is this a trick?” Rick asked.  “Everyone seems to think I’ll jump right into bed with him and never want to go home.”

“Argon has a unique talent,” the Oracle explained.  “You’ll understand when you see him.”

Rick let himself be led through the space station until they arrived on a balcony, this one overlooking a beautiful garden.  Rick looked down and saw Affie and Xenon below.

“I see Aphrodite has beaten us here,” the Oracle said.

“Xenon, too.”  Rick took a second look.  No, it wasn’t Xenon.  His clothing was different and he wore a small crown on his head.  “Xenon and Argon are brothers?”

The Oracle nodded.  “Yes.  How did you know?  Xenon has always rebelled against his heritage; I know he won’t have told you.”

“But they’re identical!”  Rick waved a hand over the balcony.

“No, they’re not.”  The Oracle smiled.  “Argon’s talent is to appear to everyone who sees him in the form of who they desire the most.  You see him as Xenon because you want him.  Which is good because you are destined to bond with him.”

Rick shook his head.  “Affie said I was to bond with Argon.”

“Because that is part of the story of the prophet.  Argon has husbands enough, though none truly love him.  No, it is Xenon you will bond with.”

“Xenon said I wouldn’t be held prisoner against my will.”

“Do you want to leave him?  Really?”

When Rick looked down again Xenon had joined the others.  He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off him.

“Xenon is as much a prince as Argon,” the Oracle said.  “And he is yours.”

It was one bombshell too many.  Rick stumbled away from the railings his mind in turmoil.  Marry a prince?  Him?
Also flashing this week

 Victoria Blisse (m/f)
http://www.victoriablisse.co.uk



Elyzabeth M. VaLey (m/f)
http://inadreambeyond.blogspot.com/

Wednesday, 21 September 2011

Silver Flash - Out of this World - Chapter 9

Silver Flash
Out of this World by L.M. Brown
A Male/Male Romance
 





“Well?”  Rick turned his glare up a notch or two, then when it was clear no answer was forthcoming he stalked from the room.

After wandering the spaceship for nearly ten minutes Rick found his way back to the main control room.  Nikias was sat in his usual place, monitoring the various screens.

Rick took a seat and contemplated what he was going to do.

Suddenly Nikias turned to face him.  “Do you really want to go back to Earth?”

“Of course I bloody well do!”

“How much?”
Rick looked at Nikias.  Was he offering what he thought he was?  “You’d take me back?”

“If you’re dead set against helping the clan then you’re no use to us and we’d be better served by getting you back to Earth and concentrating on what we can do to stop the war.”

“War?”

Nikias nodded.  He was silent for several minutes, until he seemed to reach a decision and started to talk again, this time being more open than he had been since Rick had come on board. 

“On our world we have Oracles who foretell the future.  There’s one Oracle in each clan and most of the time they foretell the fortunes of their own.  But six months ago something happened which has never happened before.”

Rick leaned forward, intrigued.  “What happened?”

“Every Oracle on our world simultaneously and independent of each other predicted a war that will be the beginning of the end of our race.”

“Is the war with those others who came on board?”

“We don’t know, but it’s doubtful.  They’re scavengers and like many others they want to take the riches of our world for themselves.  By keeping the prophet prisoner they secure our fate, and once the war is over and my people are no more, the battle for our planet will start.”

“But what can a prophet do to stop a war?”

“My people hope the prophet will help save us.”

“Can’t the Oracles do that?”

Nikias shook his head.  “They can only foretell the future.  They have no power to shape it.  The prophet on the other hand will guide us to victory.”

“I don’t know anything about war.”

“Your world has nothing but wars.  Mine has been peaceful for longer than the human race has existed.”

“You make it sound like a paradise.”

“It is.”

“And now there’s a war coming to ruin it all.”

“Yes.  Unless you can stop it.”

“I’m not a prophet.”

“The Oracles sent us to find you.  Even if you don’t believe it, can you at least trust that they do?”

“Your Oracles don’t know me any more than you do.”

“They know you better than you know yourself.  Now you have a decision to make.”

“What decision?”

“Whether you’re going to help us or not.  We’re approaching the rendezvous and when we get there you’ll have the chance to get a ship straight back to Earth.  If you’re still set on it I’ll put you on the craft and this’ll all be over in the few days it’ll take the public transport ship to get you home.  We’ll be there in about ten minutes, so think quickly.”

Rick opened his mouth to say he wanted to go home, but for some reason the words seemed to stick in his throat.  He was aware of footsteps approaching and he turned to see Xenon and Affie behind him.

“You were right,” Xenon said before Rick could say anything.  “About the slavery I mean.  I’m sorry.  You won’t be forced to bond with Argon, I promise.”

“Though you’ll want to of your own free will,” Affie chimed in.  “Everyone does.  He has two dozen wives and nearly as many husbands already.”

“What?”  Rick didn’t know why he was even shocked anymore.  “I suppose that’s normal for your people, right?”

“Only for the heir to a clan,” Affie explained.  “The rest of us make do with one lover.  Except for Xenon.”

Xenon responded by smacking Affie on the arm.

“I need to think about what I’m going to do,” Rick said.  “I want to go home, but…”

“But what?” Xenon asked.

Rick shook his head.  “I don’t know.”

Xenon’s extraordinarily long tongue suddenly shot from his mouth to push his hair out of his way, distracting Rick from his train of thought.  The minutes until he had to make his decision were slipping away like the grains of sand in the miniature hourglass hanging from Xenon’s ear.

“Will you stop doing that!  I can't concentrate when you're doing that thing with your tongue.  It makes me imagine all sorts of things that do nothing to remind me why I want to go home.”

Xenon’s tongue disappeared back between his lips.  “Sorry,” he mumbled.  “It’s a nervous habit.”

“How much has Nikias told you?” Affie asked.

“Everything I know about the Oracles and the war,” Nikias said.  “The end of our people forever.  He still doesn’t believe us.”

“I never said I don’t believe you about the war and everything you’ve told me.  It’s just the part about me being able to change it I have difficulty with.  I truly believe you have the wrong man.”

“We have the right man,” Affie whispered.  “Whether you believe it or not, you have the power to save us.  Our people know nothing of wars.”

“Neither do I.  I’m not in the army or the military or anything like that.  I’m just a regular man with an ordinary job.  I wish I could help you, but I wouldn’t know where to start.”

“You start by coming with us,” Xenon said.  “I’d hoped to have convinced you of your destiny by the rendezvous, but it seems I wasn’t up to the task.  So the choice is yours.  Do you come with us or go home?”

“And if I fail?  How will I get home then?”

The silence in response to his question was deafening.

Also Flashing this Week
 
Julie Hayes (m/m)
http://julielynnhayes.blogspot.com
Chris Quinton (m/m)
http://chrisquinton.com

Victoria Blisse (m/f)
http://www.victoriablisse.co.uk

Elyzabeth M. VaLey (m/f)
http://inadreambeyond.blogspot.com/

Saturday, 17 September 2011

NaNoWriMo

I have taken part in NaNoWriMo for the last couple of years and have really enjoyed the challenge.  Last year it was even more challenging than before since I had the release of my first novella Touch of a Ghost the day before NaNo started and had just had my short story Driving Me Crazy accepted for publication in January.  So, as you can imagine it was rather a hectic time.

Sadly, although I have technically "won" each year by writing the requisite number of words, neither of the projects have ever been completed.  The first, a young adult fantasy novel, is undergoing some major re-writes as the plot spiralled well out of control.  The second, a fanfiction story and a sequel to one of my other stories, is also in a state of incompletion and likely to remain so for a while as I am constantly getting caught up with other commitments that mean fanfiction gets put on the back burner.

Now for this year I am of several minds of what I am going to do for NaNo.  These are my options at the moment.

1.  The dream world male/male thriller that is currently in very sketchy note form.

2.  Doing a collection of short stories.  I recall someone asking doing a bunch of short stories last year and it was said to be allowed.

3.  Using a random prompt site and totally winging it.

I might even combine 2 and 3 and use random prompts for short stories. 

Is anyone else participating this year?

Sunday, 11 September 2011

Six Sentence Sunday

In celebration of my new contract for my first full length novel Between Heaven & Hell I am posting a long overdue six sentence Sunday update.  I didn't want to do one before it got contracted in case I jinxed myself.  Obviously the snippets are not professionally edited right now, but here is a little teaser from the novel to (hopefully) give you an appetite for more.  I will probably be posting six sentences from this one once a month until the release date, so watch out for more in October.

The lights were brighter here near the entrance and Tristan could see Alastor was wearing red contact lenses, completing the demonic look he had chosen to go for.  Right now those eyes were flashing with emotion.

Mac steered them around Alastor and out into the cool night air.

“Next Halloween we have a date Tristan,” Alastor called after them.

Tristan looked back over his shoulder only once.  A shiver ran down his spine at the intensity he saw in the demon’s gaze.

Coming Soon Cover

Between Heaven & Hell
A m/m/m paranormal romance

What happens when an angel and a demon fall for the same mortal man?
Tristan is about to find out and it will change his life forever.
Coming 2012 from Silver Publishing