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Welcome to Lea Kirk's stop on the November SFR Brigade Showcase! It's been an exciting month for me. Prophecy has had its cover reveal and is now available for pre-order on Amazon (click cover image on right for link). It also tied for second in the Pages From the Heart contest.
It may surprise you to know that I'm not going to feature Prophecy today. I know! Shock, gasp, right? It seems Collision, Book Three of the Prophecy Series, had the audacity to win its category in the Pages From the Heart Contest. Yep, she did one better than her elder sister, Prophecy. (I hope this means I'm becoming a better writer. <g>) So, as a special treat I offer you an excerpt from the winning entry.
Collision is the story of Alexandra and Gryf's eldest daughter, Flora, an Earthling orphan. The story begins two years after Prophecy when Flora is still a child and she meets Fander, the eleven-year-old grandson of the new Anferthian ambassador to Earth. Flora has issues with the Anferthians as her biological parents were murdered by an Anferthian patrol during the invasion. Accepting that Earth is trying to establish peaceful relations with their one-time enemy is a struggle for this ten-year-old girl.
At this time, Collision is about two-thirds written, and not planned for release until 2017. If I can get it out sooner I will, promise! In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this little piece about Flora and Fander's first meeting.
Thank you for stopping in. Hope to see you again soon!
~Lea Kirk
It may surprise you to know that I'm not going to feature Prophecy today. I know! Shock, gasp, right? It seems Collision, Book Three of the Prophecy Series, had the audacity to win its category in the Pages From the Heart Contest. Yep, she did one better than her elder sister, Prophecy. (I hope this means I'm becoming a better writer. <g>) So, as a special treat I offer you an excerpt from the winning entry.
Collision is the story of Alexandra and Gryf's eldest daughter, Flora, an Earthling orphan. The story begins two years after Prophecy when Flora is still a child and she meets Fander, the eleven-year-old grandson of the new Anferthian ambassador to Earth. Flora has issues with the Anferthians as her biological parents were murdered by an Anferthian patrol during the invasion. Accepting that Earth is trying to establish peaceful relations with their one-time enemy is a struggle for this ten-year-old girl.
At this time, Collision is about two-thirds written, and not planned for release until 2017. If I can get it out sooner I will, promise! In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this little piece about Flora and Fander's first meeting.
Thank you for stopping in. Hope to see you again soon!
~Lea Kirk
The Unified Defense Fleet honor guard snapped to attention, and Flora jerked her head up. Here they come. She squinted at the ambassador’s delegation, their figures distorted by waves of shimmering heat as they crossed the new-mowed tarmac. Soon she’d have to paste a fake smile on her face and pretend she was happy to see them. Ha!
As their towering forms emerged from the wavy mirage, her gaze scanned the group for the shortest member of their entourage. There he is—the little monster. And he was short for an Anferthian, maybe only a few inches taller than her. He walked so stiff and formal, like he had a stick up his butt. A soft snort escaped her. Probably thinks he’s too good for us. If he was too stuck-up to talk to her, then she might be able to get out of entertainment duty. His thick reddish-brown hair was short, unlike the adults flanking him. He was too young yet to grow his hair out in the ritual Anferthian braid. A tirik they called it.
Flora leaned close to her adopted brother’s ear. “He’s a shrimp.”
Juan glared at her. Oops. Height was a sore subject for him, especially since he was only four months younger, and a whole foot shorter than her. Words like shrimp made him cranky.
The delegation arrived in front of Poppy, who began formal introductions to the other dignitaries. Here we go. Flora tensed her shoulders and raised her chin. She must not embarrass Mama and Poppy. Her gaze darted to the little monster. He look up at his grandfather with an expression of hero-worship.
Cinnamon. That was the color of his hair. Not true red like hers. And his skin tone was a light olive green. His eyes … well, they were just weird. Kind of a reddish-purple color.
The weird eyes blinked, and in slow-motion they shifted to look directly into hers. A high-pitch buzz filled her ears turning into a roar like a waterfall. Her heart pounded hard, as though it might burst from her chest. All she could see was a narrowed view of the boy's now ashen face. Air, I need air. The blurred colors of the world spun around her, and she reached out for her mother.
“Flora!” Mama’s voice sounded distant, as if she were at the other end of a tunnel.
Mama, the little monster is trying to kill me!
As their towering forms emerged from the wavy mirage, her gaze scanned the group for the shortest member of their entourage. There he is—the little monster. And he was short for an Anferthian, maybe only a few inches taller than her. He walked so stiff and formal, like he had a stick up his butt. A soft snort escaped her. Probably thinks he’s too good for us. If he was too stuck-up to talk to her, then she might be able to get out of entertainment duty. His thick reddish-brown hair was short, unlike the adults flanking him. He was too young yet to grow his hair out in the ritual Anferthian braid. A tirik they called it.
Flora leaned close to her adopted brother’s ear. “He’s a shrimp.”
Juan glared at her. Oops. Height was a sore subject for him, especially since he was only four months younger, and a whole foot shorter than her. Words like shrimp made him cranky.
The delegation arrived in front of Poppy, who began formal introductions to the other dignitaries. Here we go. Flora tensed her shoulders and raised her chin. She must not embarrass Mama and Poppy. Her gaze darted to the little monster. He look up at his grandfather with an expression of hero-worship.
Cinnamon. That was the color of his hair. Not true red like hers. And his skin tone was a light olive green. His eyes … well, they were just weird. Kind of a reddish-purple color.
The weird eyes blinked, and in slow-motion they shifted to look directly into hers. A high-pitch buzz filled her ears turning into a roar like a waterfall. Her heart pounded hard, as though it might burst from her chest. All she could see was a narrowed view of the boy's now ashen face. Air, I need air. The blurred colors of the world spun around her, and she reached out for her mother.
“Flora!” Mama’s voice sounded distant, as if she were at the other end of a tunnel.
Mama, the little monster is trying to kill me!
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