Saturday, December 31, 2016

Star Trader Update - Academy Brats .020.1

Star Trader Update
Academy Brats .020.1
A glimpse into the life of Star Trader 3su
“Well… How do I look?” I stood on the bridge of my ship in my new spacer suit.

“Like you could seriously kickass,” Ma-rye-a, my ship, answered.

This was quite the comment from my normally reserved co-pilot. I straightened up a bit taller in my new spacer boots. The suit was striking, black with red stripes from the mandarin collar down over the shoulders to the cuffs and from under the arms down the sides of my legs into the top of my boots. And within the red strips, running the full length of both arms were black and red embroidered dragons. I had spent some serious coin having that detail added.

“The strips are very slimming,” Cassie commented. “We were right to choose this one.”

Cassie was my ‘personal’ AI. She surfed the NET for anything she thought might interest me during my downtime and she was my fashionista. Daniel, my programmer friend, gave her a recent upgrade to bring her in-line with the latest trends and interests of the younger crowd. I was pushing sixty. She kept me young and she would help me entertain my passengers on our upcoming mission.

“Very nice,” Moby added, “but from my view point I think we best lay off the chocolate or you won’t be able to fit into it on the return flight.”

I looked over my shoulder at one of the numerous 1080PMC lens my disembodied crew used to observe me throughout the ship. “Shift Moby’s view to front,” I ordered Ma-rye-a. I would not have my AI cook cutting off my chocolate.

“I think you look great, Cap. The Phase II Blaster is a killer.” Sam was my security, freight and maintenance AI. The muscle aboard my ship. I could go naked for all he cared, as long as I had a blaster on my hip. He picked this new model out recently based on the information he received from the upgrade Daniel gave him.

In fact, my IT guru friend had given all my ship’s AIs upgrades. I wanted them to have the latest information, trends and mumbo-jumbo so they could deal with the four teenagers, from sixteen to nineteen, I was being commissioned to transport to the Galactic Academy. Their parents were paying a ship-load of money to have them privately transported to their new school. I was going to see that they had the ‘Class A’ treatment their parent’s money bought them.

“You haven’t chimed in, Horus.” Horus was the final member of my crew. He was my second brain. The AI Daniel’s program had mixed between a loyal British butler, and a wise elderly grandfather with all the answers.

“I think you will make a splendid impression.”

That was Horus for you, restrained, understated, but honest. I would make an impression and that was what I was after. Show the parents that they picked the right person for the job and that their precious youngsters were safe with me, my crew and my ship. And, show the teens I was not going to take any shit from them.

I was given a dossier on each of them by their parents. They were all human, this being a strictly human colony on Novus 3.

I knew Callen was the youngest at sixteen and extremely bright. He graduated top of his class two years earlier than his fellow classmates. His interests were computers, programming, gaming, etc. He hated any kind of melons and loved chips of all types.

Drake was the other boy. He was the oldest at nineteen. He was into sports of all types. Very athletic and lettered in Hardball and Maxloop in his first year of college. He was a vegetarian and put only whole grains in a body he considered his temple. Cassie found pictures on his Social Media of him flexing his muscles for his friends. Drake had a crush on Mims, one of the girls in the group. I was warned in his file to see that the crush was not acted on during the flight. His parents wanted him clear headed and emotionally uninvolved when he arrived at the academy. And, they certainly didn’t want a grandchild to spoil their plans for their wonder-kin.

Mims was eighteen, so of legal age, but from her dossier she sounded a bit innocent. She liked mythology and research. She hoped to get on an exploration ship once she graduated the academy. She was fluent in six languages and loved books and chocolate. A young woman I could learn to like.

Tiff was short for Tiffany, but she disliked the full name. I was not to address her as anything other than Tiff. She was seventeen, hated lima beans and loved fashion. I thought this one might be the problem child of the bunch. She sounded like an air-head, but she must have had some brains because her IQ was off the charts – higher even then Callen’s. I thought she and Cassie might hit it off.

I took a big chunk of the advance the parents gave me and did some upgrades to Ma-rye-a. My guest quarters were high-end and could accommodate two passengers in a very spacious room which could be shared or divided with a movable wall into two separate rooms.

Sam and I permanently fixed the wall in place and I had a crew from the refitting station remove the two large beds and install two smaller beds on each side of the partition. The girls would have one room and the boys the other. It might not be the best set up since they all seemed so different in interests, but with luck they wouldn’t be doing much more than sleeping in their rooms.

The vid room was the other area on the ship that got a major makeover. In the past, I had just four comfort chairs – a bit of rearranging, and a non-structural wall removed, made the area almost half again as big. The newest model of Comfort chairs were installed. They not only conformed to your body profile, but they had heat, cooling and massage options. They were each equipped with over-the-head retractable gaming consoles and the sweetest little prep unit for snacks and drinks right off the side. Even thought to have a left-handed unit installed for Callen.

I replaced the big screen in the vid room with a three-quarter wraparound, equipped with full audio features. It could be accessed from any of the chairs and sound could be either room or headphones, in case some wanted to game and others wanted to lounge with a movie, news, or documentary. The screen also had the function of splitting into an almost infinite number of smaller screens.

I have a huge personal movie collection on file. Cassie locked out anything inappropriate for the teens. People didn’t sensor much of what the youth of the Verse watched anymore, but I would feel uncomfortable letting them watch some of my stuff. Besides, there was that whole Drake/Mims thing to keep under control and some hot bodied romance vids were not going to help the situation any.

Ma-rye-a interrupted my mental review of the preparations I made. “Sam tells me the pod is ready and I just received clearance for you to enter Novus 3’s air space.”

I was invited to the launch party for the academy bound teens by their parents. I was headed down to make an appearance, meet my future shipmates, spend the night at a plush resort at their parent’s expense, and then bring them back for the month-long trip to their new school.

I picked up my new, very pricy, Galor bag and headed for the pod bay.


There is nothing quiet as refreshing as a Muldavian Spritzer and I was holding one that had been skillfully concocted by the mixologist from the bar at the launch party. The drink was not only delicious, but this woman had managed to make the rainbow colors swirl in such a way that it gave the appearance of holding one of the Verse’s wonders right in your hand, a Muldavian Sunset. I sipped at it, doing my best to make it last. I wished this wasn’t such a glamorous affair… I would have taken out my mini flat and snapped a photo of it to share with my crew and friends, but then again… if it wasn’t such a glamorous affair there wouldn’t have been a superior – and I am sure astronomically expensive – master mixologist at hand.

I was introduced to all the teens I would be transporting. Tiff was the only one who paid the least bit of attention to me and that was only because she was interested in my outfit. Basically, it was ‘hello,’ ‘pleased to meet you,’ ‘oh, excuse me I see someone more interesting then you.’ What can I say, they were kids?

I did get a lot of attention from the parents. Mr. and Mrs. Drumbold, Drake’s parents, seemed to be the driving force behind hiring me. It turns out they were the ones who approached the agency I was registered with for a ship to transport the teens. They asked to come onboard and see the facilities, even though I sent them detailed pictures of Ma-rye-a inside and out through the agency. I told them I would be pleased to have them visit before our departure. They said they had their own transportation and would convoy up with us in the morning. Mrs. Drumbold hung back when her husband went off to see to some party guest’s request.

“I hope the agency made it very clear to you that the reason we were employing a private transport was not just for the prestige.” She was tall and willowy like a model. She wore a stunning iced blue gown made of material so soft it flowed around her like waves rippling over a sandy beach.

“I understand you want a bit of a chaperon for this trip.” I turned my eyes toward Drake and Mims as they stood with three other guests. They were holding hands and looked as though they could hardly wait to be out of the sight of their parent’s prying eyes.

“Exactly,” Mrs. Drumbold said, “and more than a ‘bit’ is needed, I would think.”

“I’ll see to it,” I assured her. “I can have eyes everywhere aboard my ship. No hanky-panky on my watch.” I grinned, but she didn’t smile back. She was taking this all very seriously. I made a mental note to put everyone on watch so I was sure to receive my bonus when we arrived at the Academy with both teens unsullied.

After Mrs. Drumbold moved on to more interesting company, I stood watching my future charges trying to get a feel for their personalities. Drake and Mims hung on each other and basically stayed with the same group of five to ten teens. Drake was the typical jock, loud and very overt. He wore his hair short and his pants tight. Mims was a lovely brunette with blue eyes and a sweet smile. She seemed to be content in Drake’s shadow.

Tiffany was like a butterfly in a field of sweet flowers – she flitted from group to group. She seemed to be accepted by everyone and welcomed by many. She wore her hair short and bright red with a bond streak in the front which often hung over one eye. I wouldn’t have understood her outfit if I hadn’t been with Cassie earlier and seen the latest fashion on the NET. She wore a red halter top with a miniskirt and over the knee boots. This was topped off with a red cape which was so long it drug on the ground behind her. I swear she looked like some twenty-first century cartoon superhero. But hey, per the fashion industry she was cutting edge.

As I suspected, Callen stayed mostly to himself. He seemed to have one friend who hung out with him by the hors d’oeuvres table. His friend looked younger than him and couldn’t seem to hide the fact that he was distort over Callen’s impending departure.

Mr. Marzolla, Callen’s father saw me watching him. “That’s his best friend, Antons Sorra. He’s a clever boy, but not near as smart as my Callen. Frankly, I don’t see what they can find to possibly talk about.”

Didn’t Mr. Marzolla know his son was slick? The body language, the eye contact, the raw emotions were all there to see. Some kids experimented with same gender sex when they were first getting to know their bodies. Some kid were just born slick. I imagined Callen was one of the ‘born to it.’ He and Antons were a couple. He was not only leaving home, he was leaving what was probably his first lover.

Once humans emerged from Earth and started exploring the Verse they saw the diversity of the way love and relationships could form in other species as well as themselves. As a race, we became more open and tolerant. I found it odd that the father did not recognize it in his son, and equally odd the son had kept it quiet. I wondered if the population on Norvus 3 had some sort of odd religious taboo or other arcane laws about same sex relationships. I would have Cassie do some research. I wouldn’t want to violate some rule I was unaware of while transporting the group.

I turned from studying Callen, to his father. “He’ll make new friends at school.” It was a safe comment and a true one. Callen was blond, blue eyed and delicate looking. He would attract more than his share of suiters.

“I hope you are having a good time,” Mrs. Mollard said, as she joined us. She was a short stocky woman with mousey brown hair. She didn’t look like one of the rich except for the fact that she was literally dripping in diamonds. Even the bodice of her gown seemed to be embedded with them. I wondered if she came with a personal guard detail to make sure someone didn’t whisk her and her fortune away. I looked over her shoulder, but didn’t see anyone lurking other than her husband.

He stood a good foot taller than her, maybe even a foot and a half. He was as unadorned as she was bedazzled. He wore a simple black and white dress suit impeccably cut to his slim frame. They were total opposites to each other.

“I am… thank you. It is a lovely party.” I sipped at my drink. It did go down ever so smoothly. “And the kids all seem to be having a good time.”

Most of them had relaxed enough that the older ones were starting to dance. Drake guided Mims out on the dance floor and they began to gyrate to some discordant music I was unfamiliar with.

“Maleficent is quite an accomplished dancer,” Mrs. Mollard said.

Geez, no wonder she went by Mims. Why would a parent name a child Maleficent? And as for dancing, well… she could follow the beat, but she wouldn’t be winning any competitions.

I decided to change the subject before I was asked my opinion of Mims dancing. “I haven’t met Tiff’s parents yet.”

“They are on holiday,” Mrs. Mollard said. It seemed she did the talking for her, and her husband. “They left Tiff with us. We’ll see she gets onboard and settled.”

Another red flare went up in my head to watch Tiff. Parents who didn’t have the time to see their only child off for a four-year stint at the Galactic Academy didn’t get a very high rating in my book. And kids brought up by uncaring parents were usually more prone to trouble.

“The freight shuttle is loaded and on its way to your ship,” Mr. Drumbold announced, as he walked up to the group. “Your AI crew should have no trouble transferring the cargo.”

This was a test. Mr. Drumbold asked six pages worth of questions when he found out I had an ‘all’ AI crew. He was concerned for security, service and basic comfort of his son, and the others. I assured him they were safer with my crew then a humanoid staff.

I bushed off the challenge. “Sam will be able to see to the unloading.” I confidently sipped my spritzer. I had worked for far more demanding employers than him.

If you are finding this story interesting,
Check out the Star Traveler Series where it all began.
Also keep an eye out for my new book "The Star Trader Updates."
Read about all of 3su's exciting adventures as Star Trader to the known verse.

Star Traveler Art by Sherry D. Ramsey

Saturday, December 24, 2016

Happy Holidays to Everyone!

I wish you all a delightful holiday full of love and surprises!

Saturday, December 17, 2016

A Christmas Celebration!

“Hold your paw right there,” Anna said to her father.

Farloft placed one large green paw on the paper to hold it in place while Anna wrapped the ribbon around the package. It was handy having a shape-shifting-dragon for a daughter. Her human hands were made for this type of work, unlike his huge paws.

The two of them were quickly wrapping presents while everyone else was off picking up the company. Clearair’s first stop was to pick up Theresa, the healer and Farloft’s best friend. Then they would continue to the castle to pick up Sarah, Theresa’s niece and the sorcerous in the kingdom.

James had left to pick up Adrian, the bard.

They were all going to celebrate Christmas in the dragon family’s lair where there was enough room for all.

Saturday, December 10, 2016

A Tale of Pirates and Sea Dragons

This in one of Farloft's tales during the time of his friendship with Thomas. Farloft details his life with Thomas in Book 6 of his Farloft Chronicles "Dragon Memories, Dreams & Reflection."

A Tale of Pirates and Sea Dragons

“My liege, if you could but consider loaning me the services of your dragon, I can prove to you that my trading vessel will work,” Captain Lea pleaded.

King Alfred shook his head. “I do not doubt that you can do as you say, Captain. I saw your impressive machine pull into the dock belching smoke like Farloft himself. But you see, he is not my dragon, as you put it. Farloft is very much his own commander. You would have to approach him directly.”

Hanging his head slightly and working his hat between his hands, the Captain confessed, “I must admit, though I have sailed the wildest seas, the idea of confronting a dragon seems a bit daunting, Sire.”

“I will send someone with you to make your ordeal a bit smoother.” The King smiled and waved the Captain aside in order for the next of his subjects to come forward with their appeal.

Saturday, December 3, 2016

The Pack Rat Mage

In this story you will be surprised to find out who has the courage to pilfer from Farloft's hoard.


The Pack Rat Mage

“Have you seen that pearl necklace I received from Queen Sophia?” Farloft asked, as he came into the main part of the cave.

Clearair waded out of the thermal pool in their lair. “It was in the top of the silver caldron with the other jewels in your hoard last time I saw it.”

Farloft sat down on his haunches and gazed lovingly at his beautiful blue dragoness. “You always shine so when you are wet from the pool.” He shook his head. He needed to keep his mind on the task at hand, not his lovely mate. “Have the younglings been playing in the hoard again?”

Saturday, November 26, 2016

Storm Warning!

In this short story will meet an old friend of Farloft's, the King's scout and spy, Storm. A gryphon with a quick wit and some incredible power.


Storm Warning

Farloft lay on the rock shelf above the entrance to his cave. His belly was turned up toward the sky and his eyes were mere slits as he basked in the mid-day sun.

“Ah…hum…” someone said, disturbing the dragon’s peaceful snooze.

Farloft didn’t have to look to know who had flown in on silent wings and landed below at the entrance to his cave. It would be Storm Gryphon. He was the only one who could get past Farloft’s exceptional hearing. His silent and stealthy ways were the reason the king employed him as scout and sometimes spy for the kingdom.

Saturday, November 19, 2016

An Encounter - A Farloft the Dragon Tale

As promised here is a short story you can read in one setting. 
We will do this every Saturday through the holidays. 
In January I will start a new serialized story.

Haristaan - Art by Kitsooki of Deviant Art

Farloft and Haristaan had been traveling together for several weeks. The old dragon enjoyed the company of the younger black. Haristaan was quick witted, charming and best of all he was a good listener. The younger dragon seemed to absorb Farloft’s stories like a sponge. He never tired of the old one’s tales of times long gone by.

Farloft swooped to the right, did a flip, and looked quickly up into the puffy clouds above. This morning Haristaan had started a game of tag and currently he was ‘it.’ Farloft was not near as fast as the young dragon, but he did have years of cunning on his side. He knew Haristaan was just waiting for that perfect moment to dive from the clouds and tag him.

“Ha!” he laughed, “I see you.”

Haristaan’s black was hard to hide in those white fluffy clouds. The black dipped back out of sight, his exposed wing tip disappeared.

Saturday, November 12, 2016

Isle of Mystery - Chapter 17 - The Conclusion

It felt to Farloft as though every member of his clan were gathered around him and desperate to hear where he had been and what had happened the six and a half months he had been ‘lost.’

His father and mother had not left his side since they spotted him approaching the lair from his jump point. His sister was snuggled so tightly up against him she was like moss on a tree trunk.

Personally, Farloft couldn’t stop grinning. It was so good to be home, even if he couldn’t get a word in edgewise.

“Give him some room to breathe,” his Father said to the collective group. “Let’s all give him some time to get his paws under him and then we can all sit down and listen to his story.”

Sunday, November 6, 2016

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Saturday, November 5, 2016

Isle of Mystery - Chapter 16

“He’s so happy with his family home.” Farloft watched Rugarth with Ralgarth playing on the ledge outside their cave. He heaved a big sigh.

“You miss your family,” Mesanth said. “It’s only natural.” She draped a wing over Farloft’s shoulders. She knew that their visitor had become very attached to the clan leader. “Will you be going home soon?”

“There is no need for him to hurry off,” Trisk spoke up from her perch over their head in the apple tree. “We’ve only just returned home. You should rest up.” She addressed Farloft craning her neck to see him below in the grass.

“I do miss my family. Most likely they have given up looking for me by now.” He shook his head when he imagined what his parents must have gone through over the last few months. Many times he had wished he could send them a message, but there was no way. “I should leave soon.”

Friday, November 4, 2016

The Difference a Cover Can Make!

A New Chapter of "In2MInds" will be available soon, but I just couldn't wait to show you the cover of "In2Minds2" and the NEW cover for the previous chapter "In2Minds." These were done by the talented Sherry D. Ramsey. I can hardly wait for the release later this month! Compare it to the old cover. You will see why I am so excited *jumping for joy*

Saturday, October 29, 2016

Isle of Mystery - Chapter 15

The next day, Rugarth led his party in a wide sweep of the volcanic island below them as he roared a greeting at the top of his lungs. Farloft wondered what was in store for them. Perhaps he was going to be introduced to another clan of dragons on this mysterious island.

The volcano at its center puffed plumes of smoke and ash. Farloft could see a river of lava trailing down its side and bisecting the island in its rush toward the shelf where it fell off into the sea creating giant clouds of steam. On either side of the lava the island was lush and green with huge palms and oasis’ of little valleys with glittering pools of fresh water. It was in one of these valleys that the party landed, in a meadow, beside a pool.

“Should we go up?” Daldrath asked excitedly.

“They saw and heard us. They will come down.” Tempith tucked her wings and lowered her head to the pool for a drink.

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Isle of Mystery - Chapter 14

It was three days later and the dragon party sat behind a long table with the remainder of their gems spread before them. There had been no further contact with pirates on their journey through the last of the swamp to the Isles of Ryland.

The people of Ryland welcomed them with open arms. They prepared a feast and brought them presents of jeweled collars and gilded arm cuffs. The human children wove garlands of flowers to drape over the dragon’s heads and ringed their horns with bands of silver and gold.

“Is the dragon steel for trade,” one merchant asked, as he approached the table. “It would make some truly amazing crowns and pendants with the addition of a few of these fine stones.” He waved his hand at the gems scattered across the long table.

“I would like to make you a gift of mine,” Tempith said with a nod. “If I might commission a piece in return to be picked up by Rugarth on his return journey.”

Saturday, October 15, 2016

Isle of Mystery - Chapter 13

“Colith!” Tempith roared.

The female dragon had been set upon by three of the flying contraptions of the swamp pirates. Their weapons cut into her flesh as they strafed across her. The sharp metal of their wings kept her from grabbing them by paw or teeth and throwing them into a spin. Every time she reached for one, it tucked its wings and dove in to rip another line across her vulnerable stomach or wing.

As the others tried to run toward the outcrop that jutted up out of the swamp to their right, Rugarth and Tempith did their best to fend off the pirates, but Colith’s wing had been injured in the first few minutes of battle and she had fallen behind. Her baskets of precious gems kept the pirates on her tail trying to drive her to ground.

“Go!” Colith roared, as she did her best to fend them off. “Take the rest and fly!”

Sunday, October 9, 2016

BOOK OF THE DAY! "Shifting in The Realms"

Shifting in The Realms is OnlineBookClub Book of the Day 
Sunday, October 9th. 
Why not pick up a copy for you or a friend for Halloween reading?
Vampires... Fire Demons... Shape-shifters... 
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Saturday, October 8, 2016

Isle of Mystery - Chapter 12

Gord was unlike anything Farloft had ever seen in his world, or in this one. The colony was huge and the buildings were tall spires made up of steel and glass that reflected the sky and clouds around them. The dragons sailed in among them tilting their wings and catching the thermals and wind tunnels created by their height and close proximity. Rugarth lead them to the largest, and tallest, of all the towers, where he landed and tucked his wings in order to sit.

They all followed his example and lined up in a group behind him to wait.

It wasn’t long before a committee of Gord emerged from a door on the roof to join them. They were all dressed the same, male and female, in pantsuits of varying shades of gray with only a band around their upper left arm as a symbol of their rank within the community – red being the highest official, down through blue, to green, and finally to yellow. All colors were represented in the reception committee.

Saturday, October 1, 2016

Isle of Mystery - Chapter 11

After almost an hour of walking they finally approached the main settlement of Tilmor. All the teams of working animals had been brought in and put in their corrals. There was no one visible except for a single female human standing in the middle of the town square with her hoe in hand.

“It is Dresda,” Tempith said with a sigh of relief over her shoulder to the younglings. “She is wife to the leader we dealt with last time we were here.”

Rugarth pulled up at the edge of the settlement, the rest of the dragons came to a stop behind him. He churred to Tempith and she advanced to his side.

“I think you should take the lead,” he said to Tempith and nodded in the direction of the human.

Saturday, September 24, 2016

Isle of Mystery - Chapter 10

It was another five day’s trek before they saw the smoke billowing up from the forges of Lanis. Rugarth led the way, making sure he presented a powerful presence to the strong Lanis.

Paalsar was the leader of his people. He came out to meet them in his leather apron, his hammer still in one hand and the blade he was working on in the other. The man was built like a dragon without wings. His arms and legs were huge and muscular, and his chest a barrel which made his voice low and powerful. The muscles of his arms rippled as he placed the hammer and blade down on his anvil. A woman, Farloft later found out was Paalsar’s wife, Medeev, came to stand by his side. She rivaled her husband with her muscular arms as she folded them across her chest to listen in silence as Rugarth and Paalsar greeted each other.

Rugarth was the first to speak. “It is good to see you, my old friend.”

Saturday, September 17, 2016

Isle of Mystery - Chapter 9

“We’ll buy new ones when we get to Gildon.” Tempith tossed the broken basket to the side of the trail. She and Pier finished redistributing her load. She was one of ten females on the trading mission. “We have to have new strong ones. They will hold precious cargo on the way home.”

Farloft handed Pier the last of the stones that spilled out when the bottom of the basket gave out. “Even more precious than these?” he asked, as he handed her a large emerald and what looked like a rough cut diamond.

“Far more,” Tempith said in a laughing voice. She was a large blue dragon with a lovely pattern of rose splashed like wet paint across the breadth of her wings.

“I can’t wait to get to the meadows beyond Gildon,” Pier said, changing the subject. “I have never seen dragons hunt.”

“We’re going to hunt?” Farloft said with enthusiasm.

Saturday, September 10, 2016

Isle of Mystery - Chapter 8

Farloft scratched at the side of Rugarth’s cave entrance to announce himself. There was a worn patch in the rock where many before him had requested admittance to an audience with the ruler of the Moreth Clan.

“Come in,” Rugarth’s deep baritone rumbled. “Sit. I will be with you in a moment,” he said without turning to see who had entered.

The old dragon was sitting before a wall filled with chalk symbols almost from floor-to-ceiling. The runes were in long columns as if they were lists. Rugarth made one last mark with a large piece of chalk, then turned to face his company. The chalk dust had mixed with the silver of the scales on his paw. He had been at this for over an hour now.

“Ah, Farloft… I was just making a list for Kennoith of the issues which need attention while we are away trading.”

“He isn’t going with us?” Farloft has thought the senior human would accompany them.

Saturday, September 3, 2016

Isle of Mystery - Chapter 7

Farloft awoke still surrounded by Rugarth’s large frame. The dragon continued to sleep, his head close to the young dragon’s. Farloft studied the old ruler. Up close he could see Rugarth’s silver scales and a scar he had not noticed under his left eye where the scales parted and the black skin beneath bulged upward.

The old dragon could feel the youngling studying him. He continued to feign sleep so the little one could finish his inspection. He sensed the young male would feel more comfortable afterward.

Farloft slowly wiggled his way out from between Rugarth’s paws. The dragon was as large as his father, but much heavier. Where Mandrake was lean and long, the ruler of the Moreth was bulky and muscular. Farloft sat on his haunches and studied the pattern of silver scales that ran down the old dragons back and spilled off his spine in tendrils like ivy running down a wall. When Rugarth moved in his sleep the scales caught the light filtering in through the opening of the cave and they reflected sun dots throughout the cave. It was magical and Farloft sighed thinking that of all the places he might have been flung during an ill thought out jump, he was lucky to have ended up among friends.

Sunday, August 28, 2016

Isle of Mystery - Chapter 6

Farloft stood with the others at the side of Laroth’s body on the Northern peak of the mountain range. He had walked up with the Nal of the blended community. It was slow, but with Trisk on his back his wing did not hurt any more then when he started the trek.

Mesanth carried his stone balanced on her back between her slightly raised wings. He was told that each member of the colony, both dragon and Nal would place a stone to help finish covering Laroth’s body.

Mesanth and Trisk introduced him to both humans and dragon as they took to the trail. Some Nal flew with their partners to the top, but many of them were farmers from the community walking up to pay their respects. There were even dragons that chose to walk. One voiced the opinion that they were doing it with respect to Laroth’s broken wings, and the fact that had she been there among them, she would have been walking.

Saturday, August 20, 2016

Isle of Mystery - Chapter 5

Farloft opened his eyes from his nap to find Trisk had been joined by two other dragons of her clan. The three sat above him on the branch of the tree, one was a deep burgundy color with a feathered mane of the palest pink, the other was a bright gold with a pale green mane. The three made the tree appear to have blossomed as they held their wings outstretched to catch the filtered sun bleeding though the leaves of the tree.

Mesanth was laying by his side breathing softly as she snoozed in the dappled sunshine. Farloft studied her as she slept. She was really a lovely dragon. Around her eyes and the bridge of her muzzle her golden scales took on a slightly lime green tint. When she opened her eyes, he realized that the coloring made her green eyes stand out even more.

Farloft’s pink tongue curled out in a huge yawn. “Afternoon,” he gulped out as he closed his huge maw.

“Did you have a nice nap?” Mesanth pulled herself up into a sitting position.

Saturday, August 13, 2016

Isle of Mystery - Chapter 4

“Really, it is quite safe,” Farloft assured the dragons and human gathered around him.

The old dragon frowned, his brow gathering in furrows. Kennoith snuffed in derision, sending the bell at the end of his beard swinging. Mesanth who was allowed to stay after bringing his food and drink, rolled her lovely green eyes as she pinned them on Farloft's broken wing, and Trisk merely sat silently fanning her wings up and down like a resting butterfly.

“No, really, ‘jumping’ is very safe if done correctly.” Farloft nodded toward his wing. “This was my fault. I have had time to think about what happened. You have to keep the place you want to arrive at fixed in your mind. A gust of wind caught my wing at the crucial point in the jump and I let my mind wander. I thought of a storm and that jumped me here in the middle of the horrible wind.”

“The tunnel twister.” Trisk offered helpfully. She had spoken with the Nal who rescued Farloft and they told her about the twister which had plowed a furrow in the land the day before. Being familiar with the devastation those storms caused, they had avoided its path.

Saturday, August 6, 2016

Isle of Mystery - Chapter 3

Farloft woke up comfortably swathed in blankets laying in a stone depression filled with layer upon layer of soft furs. He raised his head slowly and found that he could focus for the first time in days. He was in a shallow cave and presently unattended, or at least he thought he was. When he tried to rise Trisk swooped down from her perch above his head to land in front of him on the floor.

“Don’t try to move just yet.” She cocked her small wedged head and pinned him with her bright blue eyes. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” Farloft had to admit. “Much better. Where are we?”

“You are among the Moreth now. Rugarth and Kennioth will take care of you.”

Saturday, July 30, 2016

Isle of Mystery - Chapter 2

The unrelenting sun beat down on Farloft as he dragged himself slowly forward. He was searching for water and shade on this wasteland his ‘jump’ had delivered him to. There was nothing on this barren land except short dried up grass and lichen the color of a fire’s day old ashes. And, there was no sign of relief. The view stretched from horizon to horizon bare and lifeless with hardly more than slight swells in the earth to give it texture.

Farloft was heading toward the only outcrop of rock he had seen in hours. It would afford him a bit of shade and allow for him to rest. He had dragged his wing so long over the rocks of this land that it was leaving a bloody trail behind him where he literally scrapped off the scales and then the skin below.

An hour later, he finally made it to the rock. He flopped down with his bad wing stretched out in as comfortable a position as he could while still keeping it in the shade. For once he was pleased he was a youngling and no bigger than a very large horse. If he had been his father’s size the outcrop would not have afforded any discernable shade for the huge dragon.

Saturday, July 23, 2016

Isle of Mystery - A Farloft Youngling Tale - Chapter 1

“Are you listening to me?” Farloft’s father asked.

The youngling dragon snapped back from his thoughts of fun in the snow with his friends, to his father’s slightly irritated tone. “Yes, Dad,” he said, as he came to his feet and ruffled his wings in order to wake up and get his mind back on the lesson.

“You need to pay attention,” Mandrake lectured. “You have to concentrate.” His father shook his wedged head and started to turn away. “Maybe it’s too soon.”

“No!” Farloft shouted. He bound around his father to stop him. “I really want to learn how to ‘jump,’ it’s just that Nillit found an abandon human’s sleigh and the rest of the gang helped fly it up to the glacier and they are going to sled today and I was thinking about that and…” his voice trailed off as his father looked down his muzzle at him in total disapproval.

“What kind of dangerous folly is that?” his father growled. “Careening down a glacier in a beat up human sleigh. You could break a wing, or worst, your neck. How many times do I have to tell you…” His lecture stopped abruptly. The youngling really was not ready to learn how to ‘jump’ through time and space. He was too irresponsible.

Saturday, July 16, 2016

New Serial Story - Isle of Mystery

Next Saturday, July 23, 2016, I will be starting a new Serialized Story based on one of the tales of Farloft the Dragon's youngling years. I will retell how he was taught to fold time and space in order to save a dragon clan from extinction, in "Isle of Mystery."

Sunday, July 3, 2016

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Sunday, June 12, 2016

Saturday, May 21, 2016

Apologies to My Readers

My computer crashed on Thursday. I am stuck with just my iPad. So there will not be a post this week, but I promise to do a post of double length next week provided my new computer arrives in time. Until then I hope you all have a lovely week.

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