A chapter from the forthcoming Cat Among Dragons novel, tentatively entitled While Shadows Fall . .
First Sergeant Tony Lee twitched. Crowds made him uncomfortable. Even here, on the edge of the press of people streaming toward the Thames River bridges to be in place for the New Year’s fireworks, the mass of passing bodies seemed to trap him despite having an open road at his back. Still, he had to grin just a little when a disgruntled voice at his elbow growled, “At least you can see something other than backs and bums, Boer Two.” He tended to forget Commander Na Gael’s lack of physical stature until, well, he glanced down at the top of her head. It stopped level with the bottom of the unit insignia on his anorak sleeve. “Any sign of our sort of trouble?”
“Not yet, Ma’am.” He’d spotted a few cheerful drunks, two teen agers with surly expressions, and several people who might well walk into the river as they talked on their cell-phones, but nothing “exotic.” He did not want to encounter anything exotic. “I do hope this is one of our false alarms.”
“So do I, although,” she sounded thoughtful. “If we do encounter an exotic, the Mad Scotsman will have something to vent his frustration on.”
In fact, Commander Rachel Na Gael growled to herself, I could do with a little bit of hand-to-hand right now myself. There was a reason General McKendrick had caught her sneaking out and running the obstacle course in her personal field kit. He’d fussed, a little, more because she’d interrupted his own run and he was trying to improve his personal best enough so he could beat RSM Smith the next time the seniors had to run the course. Well, that and that she’d been using unorthodox techniques, as usual. Rachel snorted to herself as she looked around, part of her tracking the crowd and part of her a light year or so away. Of course I was. I hate getting wet, even indoors in the warm. Ugh, wet makes me grumpy and things tend to chafe which makes me grumpier and puts those nasty little knots in my fur in rude places and what in the name of hairballs is that? Continue reading
I have partial hearing loss in both ears. Not from listening to loud music, which has become the usual cause for people my age (between 15-50). No, I was working on an airplane, actually inside an airplane. We were bucking rivets, which requires one person on the outside with the pneumatic gun, sort of a very precise air-powered hammer, and one inside with the heavy metal bar. The punch in the gun hits the end of the rivet. The bar holds the rivet in place, and the rivet spreads out, filling the hole and pulling two (or three) pieces of metal together, a bit like brads on your jeans pockets. Yours truly, being (back then) small, limber, and foolish, happily squirmed her way inside the antique Navy airplane and bucked rivets for half an hour or so. Without any form of hearing protection. I knew I might have problems when I got out of the plane for dinner and the boss was moving his mouth but making no sound. Took an hour for my ears to return to normal. Now, I’m very sensitive to high pitches and any background noise washes out conversation. And I always use ear protection. Continue reading
So, I’ve started Forcing the Spring, the 9th Colplatschki novel. It is set on a different continent but at the same time as the Elizabeth books, between the 3rd and 4th volumes. Like Blackbird it has a male protagonist. I anticipate releasing it in the summer of next year.
Renaissance, the sequel to Hubris, is at the editor’s right now. Barring major life surprises *taps wood* Renaissance will come out in late February, a set of four dragon stories in March, and the first of the WWI books shortly thereafter. The next Cat Among Dragons novel is slated for the summer, with the second WWI novel after that.
I may start bringing my own water to work rather than drinking from the well. It seems that a goodly number of the other teachers or staff are 1) in a family way, 2) were very recently in a family way and are now on leave, 3) have a wife who is due any day/hour, or 4) have a new grandchild. Which is great, and I’m very happy for them!
Buuuutttt, it means we are stretched a wee bit thin. I am covering for another teacher and catching other classes as needed. In addition to mine.
Please pardon light posting for the next few weeks.
Many thanks for your understanding and patience.
So, I’m looking at the e-mail from Ye Insurance Company detailing what the remains of the Old Truck were worth, and how much I will get. The internal dialogue went a bit like this:
Kid Brain: “Wheeeee!!! Yeee haaawww! Books! Books, books, books, that green fleece coat, and a trachten dress, and books, and that black metal music and epic music, and books, and really fancy chocolate and books and a big juicy steak dinner and boooookkkkksssss!”
Adult Brain: “Ahem.”
KB: “Wheeee! Books books, booksbooksbooks! And that necklace and ring.”
KB: [irritated] “Whut.” Continue reading
too much grading. Try again tomorrow.
Drak Bibliophile is to blame for this story.
“Oooowwww,” Raphael moaned. “Ooohhh, ugh, why did I ooooooowwwww.”
Rory shone her big flashlight farther into the cave and followed the moans and groans to Raphael’s sleeping chamber. The brown and green dragon lay on his back, a large lump in his lower abdomen. The whites of his eyes had turned a rather distressing yellow, like jaundice in a human, and his tail had gone flat. “Dude,” the park ranger exclaimed. “What’s wrong?”
“Ugh. I ate something bad. Really, really bad. And it won’t move. I need an herb-witch.”
Rory ventured closer and regretted it. The dragon’s breath stank, sulfur and rotten meat and sick scented, with a weird sort of spicy bit. She backed up again, not covering her nose but wanting to. “I’m in the middle of a missing person search, but I’ll see if Granny Jones is available as soon as I can.”
“Thanks,” Raphael panted. “Gregory’s gone north for the winter and I can’t move or I’d uuuUUUuuuuuugh—!” The muscles around the bulge rippled in what had to be a horrible cramp. That or— Rory backed up even faster. Continue reading