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February 29, 2020
Episode 4
Disclaimer: This is a free work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Copyright © 2020 Rhea V. May All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced… Read More »Episode 4
Episode 3
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Episode 2
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Episode 1
Disclaimer: This is a free work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Copyright © 2020 Rhea V. May All rights reserved. No part of this work may be… Read More »Episode 1
January 20, 2020
Interstellar Hereafter 4 Pre-order
Hey cosmic people! 😏
Revealing Evie, book 4 in the Interstellar Hereafter series is now available for 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝗮𝘁 $𝟬.𝟵𝟵
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08413GSRM/
What's it about?
𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡. 𝐇𝐞’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐧. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞—𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐦. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲.
Evie thinks the worst has already happened. Disaster struck and left her in ruins. First, she loses her family in a terrible accident. Then, aliens invade Earth and stop life as she knew it.
Survivors of the invasion start dropping and, in a matter of days, Evie finds herself all alone on a dying planet. Without knowing what else to do, she sets out to find the rest of her family.
As time passes, Evie stops worrying about having to fight for her life. For the apocalypse proves incredibly boring. No evil machines trying to wipe out humanity, and no brain-eating zombies. Just endless walking and solitude.
That all changes when she meets him. The alien that falls from the skies.
Vasktrosti, the Ancient One, is on the run. For the crimes he had committed, he received the death sentence. True death, with no hope for the resurrection reserved for Renditions.
So, what better place to hide from the Union of The Thirteen Races than on the dying planet of Earth?
But even a bionic is subjected to misfortunes, so each of Vask’s plans crumbles to dust when bad luck hits.
Though, as Evie finds him, Vask starts believing his bad luck is the best thing that ever happened. For himself, the great thousand years-old is brought to his knees by this frail human woman.
𝐀/𝐍: 𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬. 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞: 𝐜𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.
Revealing Evie, book 4 in the Interstellar Hereafter series is now available for 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝗮𝘁 $𝟬.𝟵𝟵
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08413GSRM/
What's it about?
𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡. 𝐇𝐞’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐧. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞—𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐦. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲.
Evie thinks the worst has already happened. Disaster struck and left her in ruins. First, she loses her family in a terrible accident. Then, aliens invade Earth and stop life as she knew it.
Survivors of the invasion start dropping and, in a matter of days, Evie finds herself all alone on a dying planet. Without knowing what else to do, she sets out to find the rest of her family.
As time passes, Evie stops worrying about having to fight for her life. For the apocalypse proves incredibly boring. No evil machines trying to wipe out humanity, and no brain-eating zombies. Just endless walking and solitude.
That all changes when she meets him. The alien that falls from the skies.
Vasktrosti, the Ancient One, is on the run. For the crimes he had committed, he received the death sentence. True death, with no hope for the resurrection reserved for Renditions.
So, what better place to hide from the Union of The Thirteen Races than on the dying planet of Earth?
But even a bionic is subjected to misfortunes, so each of Vask’s plans crumbles to dust when bad luck hits.
Though, as Evie finds him, Vask starts believing his bad luck is the best thing that ever happened. For himself, the great thousand years-old is brought to his knees by this frail human woman.
𝐀/𝐍: 𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬. 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞: 𝐜𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.
July 2, 2019
About the Interstellar Hereafter series and TITLE REVEAL for book 3
Hiya cosmic people!
So... what the heck's this series about? Well, like most fervid readers of space opera romance and sci-fi romance, I developed affinities for certain sub-genres/tropes.
As a whole, the series follows the story of four women as they struggle with their identities post-Earth. Thrust in various alien societies, they try to survive, carve out an existence, and even find happiness.
But, in particular:
- Reshaping Eliza is #marsneedswomen trope. I had to also weave into the story a bit of fantasy because I couldn't help myself. The settings just asked for it 😁
- Ensnaring Avery is clearly #cyborgromance. Even though, as a whole, Renditions are not entirely cyborg (they prefer the PC term of bionic beings), this is where fiction places them.
And now, book 3. The title is DECIPHERING ALYSSA, and it'll be a menage/reverse harem (#whychoose) with strong influences of a royal romance. I don't want to divulge more regarding the plot, just that it'll be a human/Tul-Khamin romance. And yes, you met Alyssa briefly in Ensnaring Avery.
Ha! Drum rolls and Rhea out. Have a marvelous week and...
...may the stars forever shine upon your path!
So... what the heck's this series about? Well, like most fervid readers of space opera romance and sci-fi romance, I developed affinities for certain sub-genres/tropes.
As a whole, the series follows the story of four women as they struggle with their identities post-Earth. Thrust in various alien societies, they try to survive, carve out an existence, and even find happiness.
But, in particular:
- Reshaping Eliza is #marsneedswomen trope. I had to also weave into the story a bit of fantasy because I couldn't help myself. The settings just asked for it 😁
- Ensnaring Avery is clearly #cyborgromance. Even though, as a whole, Renditions are not entirely cyborg (they prefer the PC term of bionic beings), this is where fiction places them.
And now, book 3. The title is DECIPHERING ALYSSA, and it'll be a menage/reverse harem (#whychoose) with strong influences of a royal romance. I don't want to divulge more regarding the plot, just that it'll be a human/Tul-Khamin romance. And yes, you met Alyssa briefly in Ensnaring Avery.
Ha! Drum rolls and Rhea out. Have a marvelous week and...
...may the stars forever shine upon your path!
June 4, 2019
Interstellar Hereafter 3 Sneak Peek
Interstellar Hereafter Book 3 Sneak Peek (Alyssa's story!!!). Well, part of the sneak peek. A peek of a sneak peek? IDK, but the rest will be in the Bonus Chapter at the end of Ensnaring Avery. In Pradan's words: my vow 😀
"So, I guess it’s my turn to give this thing a chance.
(Archivist note: the following paragraphs have been severely crossed out; reader discretion is advised.) Medical professionals used many labels to name what I’m going through. PTSD, anxiety disorder, depression. I call it being stuck. Not in the past, surprisingly. I was never one to dwell upon my hardest moments.
Truth be told, I can barely remember distant events and the more recent ones fade away with each passing day. How can you face your demons when the traumas are nothing but hazy memories and all is left to deal with are the broken pieces of your former self?
I feel stuck in the present for I can see no future, not for myself. Whenever I try to picture it, I fail and encounter only white noise.
Perhaps I have no future. Perhaps there’s only this present for me, with the irrational fears and constant anxiety. They are the worst at night. I try to calm them with my good-night ritual: check the lights -- leave one on in each room, check the door—lock it three times in succession, check the entire house again. And still, I can barely fall asleep (Archivist note: the rest of the sentence too faded to recover.)
No, this isn’t right. I’ll give it one more try before I deem it a botched attempt. I don’t even know why I’m trying. I guess everyone was doing it and I wanted to know what it feels like.
I read the previous pages, the previous stories from people I never knew and probably won’t ever meet and still I have no idea what to put in here. Who the hell cares? Is there someone actually reading this? Filing it carefully away for future generations?
Some people wrote about their pasts, but I don’t want to talk about it.
Some people talked about their time as slaves to the Arru’Thal, but I don’t have much to tell about it. Perhaps I’ll be lynched by an angry mob for saying this, but it wasn’t all that bad for me. I mean, I realize it was wrong, but it wasn’t distinctly different from my past life as an Earth dweller. As long as you obeyed, you were safe. When I didn’t (but that’s what my masters said, because I tried my best), I was sent to one of their outer strongholds as punishment. From there, like every other human being here, I was plucked by the Union Warriors and had the ‘Saved’ label slapped on.
Some of these pages are filled with dreams, ambitions, and hopes. This actually gave me pause. Doc Jones asked me the other day what it is that I want. I wanted to scoff at her question, yet it stuck with me. It’s what made me acknowledge I am in some kind of weird limbo.
She said you can’t envision your future if you don’t know your desires. It’s what drives people to envision their time to come. Goals, expectations, prospects.
How do others know? Is it what normal people do? Do they wake up one morning and just know their destiny and what it needs to be done to fulfill it? Or is it, perhaps, something more akin to those New Year resolution lists? I, myself, think that wants and desires don’t do much except birth more of the same. Perhaps it’s like an addiction; if I’ll start wanting something, I’ll never stop."
"So, I guess it’s my turn to give this thing a chance.
(Archivist note: the following paragraphs have been severely crossed out; reader discretion is advised.) Medical professionals used many labels to name what I’m going through. PTSD, anxiety disorder, depression. I call it being stuck. Not in the past, surprisingly. I was never one to dwell upon my hardest moments.
Truth be told, I can barely remember distant events and the more recent ones fade away with each passing day. How can you face your demons when the traumas are nothing but hazy memories and all is left to deal with are the broken pieces of your former self?
I feel stuck in the present for I can see no future, not for myself. Whenever I try to picture it, I fail and encounter only white noise.
Perhaps I have no future. Perhaps there’s only this present for me, with the irrational fears and constant anxiety. They are the worst at night. I try to calm them with my good-night ritual: check the lights -- leave one on in each room, check the door—lock it three times in succession, check the entire house again. And still, I can barely fall asleep (Archivist note: the rest of the sentence too faded to recover.)
No, this isn’t right. I’ll give it one more try before I deem it a botched attempt. I don’t even know why I’m trying. I guess everyone was doing it and I wanted to know what it feels like.
I read the previous pages, the previous stories from people I never knew and probably won’t ever meet and still I have no idea what to put in here. Who the hell cares? Is there someone actually reading this? Filing it carefully away for future generations?
Some people wrote about their pasts, but I don’t want to talk about it.
Some people talked about their time as slaves to the Arru’Thal, but I don’t have much to tell about it. Perhaps I’ll be lynched by an angry mob for saying this, but it wasn’t all that bad for me. I mean, I realize it was wrong, but it wasn’t distinctly different from my past life as an Earth dweller. As long as you obeyed, you were safe. When I didn’t (but that’s what my masters said, because I tried my best), I was sent to one of their outer strongholds as punishment. From there, like every other human being here, I was plucked by the Union Warriors and had the ‘Saved’ label slapped on.
Some of these pages are filled with dreams, ambitions, and hopes. This actually gave me pause. Doc Jones asked me the other day what it is that I want. I wanted to scoff at her question, yet it stuck with me. It’s what made me acknowledge I am in some kind of weird limbo.
She said you can’t envision your future if you don’t know your desires. It’s what drives people to envision their time to come. Goals, expectations, prospects.
How do others know? Is it what normal people do? Do they wake up one morning and just know their destiny and what it needs to be done to fulfill it? Or is it, perhaps, something more akin to those New Year resolution lists? I, myself, think that wants and desires don’t do much except birth more of the same. Perhaps it’s like an addiction; if I’ll start wanting something, I’ll never stop."
January 7, 2019
Weekly Quote #5
His expression cleared at once.
"You will learn everything once you have the implant. All the information will become available then."
It was her turn to look perplexed.
"What implant?"
"An implant will be injected into your spinal fluid via the cervical region. Afterward, the data will join your neural pathways and provide you with any necessary knowledge. You'll be able to share all that we know that way."
"Instant knowledge, huh? Nifty trick." She gave an appreciative whistle. "Injected? Is it liquid? You use nanotech in this injection?" She fired off her string of questions, always ready to learn more.
Zev froze in that way he had, and she knew he was accessing the human language database.
"Nanotech? Nanites?" He asked for clarification. "No, that technology is obsolete. We use fluid data for storing now." He tapped his temple, indicating he benefited from this technological marvel himself.
Reshaping Eliza
"You will learn everything once you have the implant. All the information will become available then."
It was her turn to look perplexed.
"What implant?"
"An implant will be injected into your spinal fluid via the cervical region. Afterward, the data will join your neural pathways and provide you with any necessary knowledge. You'll be able to share all that we know that way."
"Instant knowledge, huh? Nifty trick." She gave an appreciative whistle. "Injected? Is it liquid? You use nanotech in this injection?" She fired off her string of questions, always ready to learn more.
Zev froze in that way he had, and she knew he was accessing the human language database.
"Nanotech? Nanites?" He asked for clarification. "No, that technology is obsolete. We use fluid data for storing now." He tapped his temple, indicating he benefited from this technological marvel himself.
Reshaping Eliza
December 23, 2018
Weekly Quote #4
Zev relented, but with a reluctant expression.
“I am not human, true. There is not a single part of myself that is human. I am Rendition.” He said, strongly punctuating every word of the last sentence.
Eliza blinked. Then blinked again.
“What is a Rendition?” She asked, feeling herself slide down the hole further and further into this bizarre, surreal place she called her life now. She stopped checking long ago if it was, somehow, a dream.
Read Eliza's story, and find out how a simple young woman can stand against the greatest forces of the Universe and still preserve her humanity.
Reshaping Eliza
“I am not human, true. There is not a single part of myself that is human. I am Rendition.” He said, strongly punctuating every word of the last sentence.
Eliza blinked. Then blinked again.
“What is a Rendition?” She asked, feeling herself slide down the hole further and further into this bizarre, surreal place she called her life now. She stopped checking long ago if it was, somehow, a dream.
Read Eliza's story, and find out how a simple young woman can stand against the greatest forces of the Universe and still preserve her humanity.
Reshaping Eliza
December 16, 2018
Weekly Quote #3
The lab was filled with various machines, some with purposes she could not possibly imagine, some with purposes she could barely guess at, all seated and maintained by Zev in an orderly fashion.
Upon arriving, she was promptly escorted by Zev, who she dared say looked downright excited underneath his stoic visage, to a chair facing a desk with an alien version of a monitor on it.
She had no idea what her reactions had been to the first set of pictures and worried she might have botched the test until Zev assured her otherwise because she has been too busy ogling and marveling at the damn monitor. She knew her behavior must have appeared silly to Zev, but she couldn’t stop herself. To Eliza, this alien tech seemed formidable, particularly since her aunt’s tight budget caused her to grow up surrounded by old pieces of it, even by human standards.
At first, she couldn’t tell that this was even supposed to be a screen, as it was just a thin wired rectangle hovering in the air when powered down. With the first picture though, the rectangular frame lit up and the empty air between its sides filled with the representation of a modern dancer.
And that was not all. The monitor was completely responsive to the size of every picture, shrinking or expanding to perfectly fit every image. It even complied with the type of each image, showing bidimensional photos or tridimensional holographic representations.
Reshaping Eliza
Upon arriving, she was promptly escorted by Zev, who she dared say looked downright excited underneath his stoic visage, to a chair facing a desk with an alien version of a monitor on it.
She had no idea what her reactions had been to the first set of pictures and worried she might have botched the test until Zev assured her otherwise because she has been too busy ogling and marveling at the damn monitor. She knew her behavior must have appeared silly to Zev, but she couldn’t stop herself. To Eliza, this alien tech seemed formidable, particularly since her aunt’s tight budget caused her to grow up surrounded by old pieces of it, even by human standards.
At first, she couldn’t tell that this was even supposed to be a screen, as it was just a thin wired rectangle hovering in the air when powered down. With the first picture though, the rectangular frame lit up and the empty air between its sides filled with the representation of a modern dancer.
And that was not all. The monitor was completely responsive to the size of every picture, shrinking or expanding to perfectly fit every image. It even complied with the type of each image, showing bidimensional photos or tridimensional holographic representations.
Reshaping Eliza
