Saturday Story: Reaping the Harvest, Part 1

This would have been the last Colplatschki book. I do not anticipate releasing it in the foreseeable future, so I will run it here. The next Colplatschki book out will be #8, Fountains of Mercy, about the Great Fires.

Chapter One: The Long Grey Sea


The little girl cleared her throat. “Most honored Mama—”

“Oh, go away, girl.”

Kiara Sonja Basilia drooped, holding her stuffed lagom by the one remaining front leg. She wanted to protest, to ask her mother to help her, but she knew better. Instead she tip-toed out of the room, looked left and right for M’dame Lorana, and hurried down the hallway. If she could get to the place where the hired maid was mending things, maybe Francie could show her how to mend her lagom’s leg. Kiara hadn’t meant to tear it, she just wanted to pull the lagom out of the big chest where M’dame Lorana had stuffed it, but the lid of the chest was heavy and had fallen down just as Kiara pulled Sweetie free.

The cold air seeping into the hall from the high windows encouraged Kiara to hurry and she did her best to stay close to the wall so no pit-a-pat of her slippers on stone would give her away. M’dame Lorana slept, Mama did not want to be bothered, but if Kiara hurried . . . She trotted down the back stairs, the servant stairs, dodged two soldiers carrying messages for her father, and raced to the mending room. She had a stitch in her side and she panted, quietly, then snuck into the warm, well-lit room.

Francie must have heard her despite Kiara’s attempts to be quiet. “Yes?” She looked over the top of her nose lenses.

“M’dame Francie,” Kiara bobbed a curtsey. You didn’t have to curtsy to servants, but Francis wasn’t a servant, not to Kiara. “Might you have a moment to show me how to render a slight repair?”

The old woman sighed. “Plain speech for a plain woman, Miss Castello, please.” Continue reading


Re-write Done!


I removed three chapters from In Sheltering Talons and added two more, with the needed modifications to other chapters for better fit and flow. I had not planned on the battle scene, or at least had not planned on it transpiring in this book, but it’s in there.

The Traders poked Rada once too often. They really should not have done that.

Tuesday Tidbit

I’ve been heavily revising the next Cat Among Dragons book, and cut out three chapters. This is one of them. I may have run it here before.

Oh Who Will Come and Go With Me?

“Commander,” Brigadier General Rahoul Khan inquired as Boer One helped her out of the back of the troop carrier. “What happened?”

I got a song stuck in my head and a man died. That’s not the sort of answer one gives one’s commanding officer, and Rachel drew herself up as close to attention as she ever bothered with anymore. “Everything went per the exercise pre-briefing, until a road broke, sir.”

His eyebrows rose and he blinked dark-brown eyes. “The road broke.”

“Yes, sir.”

He folded his arms and waited for the rest.

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Saturday State of the Author – October ’17

Stuffy. I got a double gift of a head cold and allergies attacking nearly simultaneously. I don’t recommend the combination. However, the generic fluticazone I can recommend. I like being able to tie my shoes without having to lean against the wall and lift shoe and foot to waist height before tying. I’m allergic to mold, some grasses, possibly ragweed, and paperwork. To my knowledge there is no effective treatment for paperwork allergies. Continue reading

Tuesday Teaser: Strangely Familiar

Officer Jamie Macbeth adjusted the side strap and wondered if anyone in the history of the department had ever tried to fit a canine bulletproof vest onto a prairie dog before. He suspected the answer was a firm no, followed by a recommendation that the individual inquiring go talk to psych-eval. “How’s that?”

“Better,” Angus the Prairie Dog replied. He wiggled a little, walked back and forth, and nodded once. “T’will do, t’will serve.”

(C) Alma T. C. Boykin 2017. All Rights Reserved

Shikari is Live!

Adventure, wild animals, lost civilizations! The story of a girl, her m-dog, her cousin, and their slightly odd uncle is now available on Kindle.

Rigi Bernardi and her cousin Tomás Prananda find ruins in the forest on Shikhari. The native species, the Staré, know nothing about the ruins, so Rigi and Tomás bring their uncle to see what he can tell them. In the process they start a chain of events that will change Shikhari forever.

Because the Staré have a secret, one that only Rigi and Tomás share. A story of a long-lost past, of fire from the sky, and the world turning inside out.

However, Rigi still must deal with a bullying brat in her classes, an overly helpful visitor from Home, and an older sister who thinks she knows just what Rigi needs to do and to wear.

Some things never change, but others? Thanks to Tomás, Rigi, the hunter Kor, and Uncle Eb, Shikhari may never be the same.

An old-school adventure inspired by Kipling, H. Rider Haggard, Peter Capstick, and others, Shikari is suitable for younger readers (ages 13 and up).