Hanging from the sofa
Time for more Weekend Writing Warriors snippets. We post 8-10 sentences from one of our works every weekend.
From 3/18 through the end of the year, I’m featuring my upcoming novel: Fan the Embers. Each excerpt will begin from where the previous week’s left off. By the release date in November, you’ll be able to read the full prologue and part of the first chapter.
3.5 weeks till release!
“Right,” Hugh spat, still hanging from the sofa. What were they thinking? Do not panic was the exact code phrase for “This would be the right moment to panic, but we would rather you did not.”
Attacked from an unknown vessel. He felt like he was in the middle of one of the UnEarthed novels he loved to read in his early teens. That kind of thing just didn’t happen anymore. There weren’t galactic pirates or rogues ready to break into a vessel and steal its goods. Not with the Intergalactic Charter in place. Those people lived outside the charter’s boundaries and if they ventured inside, it wouldn’t be to the center which was where Figor sat.
It’s 2096, Earth is relatively new to the intragalactic game, and 18-year-old Earthen Hugh MacGivens thinks he’s going to spend a few months on a distant world with his ambassador parents. Instead, he steps onto the planet to find he’s Earth’s selection for solidifying an alliance with the genderless people of Figor—by mating with a local.
Trend a’Bahn is ready for xys life to begin. Xe wants to gain an apprenticeship to a master builder and find xys mate in claiming season. Never would xe have expected an attraction to an offworlder.
While the two navigate claiming season, an undercurrent in Figor emerges. They don’t like anything non-Figorian and they hate what Hugh represents. As peaceful as Figorians are, a fire has been lit. If their beloved Empeer won’t stop such a mating from occurring, they will take care of it themselves.
Hugh came to Figor for a few months and possibly the rest of his life. If they have their say, his life ends now.