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October 20, 2024

Campfire Stories - Seed Time Part 6 - Set in the Hidden Fires Universe - Ghosties

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October 14, 2024

Humans are Weird - Twist

Picture Humans are Weird - Twist  Sift came slowly awake to the sensation of being deliciously warm. She blinked lazily and yawned, luxuriating in the sensation of warmth and compression. The idle thought that she had not packed a compression blanket for this trip filtered through her sleep haze, followed by the thought that this one had gotten oddly tangled over the course of the cold night on the alien world. It seemed to have rolled and bunched up over her shoulders and the base of her tail, and yet somehow it was still bathing her in an even warmth. She cracked on set of eyelids open just far enough to gauge the light levels and determined that it was much to early to wake, but the puzzle of how the compression blanket had fallen in two thick rolls like that itched at her paws. As her mind woke more the thought that modern compression blankets used elastic strength and not weight and would not have rolled like that at all bubbled up and she flared her nostrils to draw in a long frustrated breath, filling her lungs with the warm musk of mammal.
Sift gave an amused gurgle as memory reasserted itself and she snuggled closer to her sleeping companion. Mary’s internal parts, probably her mass of intestines, gave a gurgle as they processed yesterday’s meal of raw greens, such an odd human indulgence, and Mary’s arms tightened comfortingly around Sift. Sift felt a vague sense of superiority to the Shatar as the compression of the thick, mammalian limbs closed around her. Apparently this ‘cuddle’ reflex was the main reason that Shatar did not sleep-share with humans, their fragile limb-joints could not stand the affectionate embrace. Sift gave a yawn and decided that she would not try to go back to sleep. It would be delicious to just enjoy the warmth and the compression until Mary woke.
However that dream faded quickly to condensate as Mary suddenly began to shift, and then gave a pained groan, pulling herself, and the insulating blankets off of Sift.
“Mary, are you okay?” Sift demanded, wriggling around to place a paw on Mary’s bulging belly. “Is this those ‘contractions’?”
Mary stared down at her through bleary eyes, propping her mass up on one bent arm, before shaking her head. The human’s face was contorted with pain however and she lurched out of the nest of blankets, first to her knees, and then to her feet, making sure at least to drop the still warm blankets over Sift.
Sift poked her head out of the blankets and watched with lessening concern but growing confusion as Mary began to swing her limbs around in those giant circles that were so unnerving. Forelimbs should not be able to reach that far behind your spine. However Sift has seen this movement pattern many times before and was familiar enough with how it should proceed that she was able to tell where it was going wrong now. Sift squirmed over to where her note pad lay beside the sleeping nest and began scribbling in observations. Mary clearly had stiffness and pain in her left shoulder and hip that had not been there when they went to bed. The human was cycling her body through movements meant to loosen her muscles and tendons, but from the way she flinched each time she reached a particular point on one arc showed that this was more than the usual nighttime coolness.
Mary suddenly gave a gasp of pain and staggered to the side.
“Do you need help?” Sift called out. “Should I contact Martha?”
Mary’s young cousin, who had been sent to assist her through the stressful mammalian gestation period, was sleeping in the next room. Sift had felt a little uncomfortable taking the prefered shared sleeping position but Martha had explained that regardless of Sift’s presence she refused to share a bed because Mary was ‘grabby’.
“No,” Mary grunted out, clutching her shoulder as she staggered towards the skinny human cupboard that coated the walls. “I just need a pain killer.”
“What is causing this pain?” Sift demanded, abandoning the warm nest to follow Mary across the room.
Mary glanced down at her with a rueful smile as she selected the container of analgesic and staggered towards the kitchen.
“I just slept wrong,” Mary explained. “This,” she patted her belly, “has thrown off my center of mass like strapping an iron or asteroid to a mining tug, and as nice as it is to have you here, you are not nearly as good a body pillow as my Snookums. I really need to get a proper body pillow for when he’s gone...”
Sift processed that as Mary got water, drank down the analgesic and staggered back to bed. Apparently, humans required their mates as sleeping partners in order to keep their complex and lanky skeletons properly balanced, and if they did not have one, they had artificial replacements. Sift scurried after Mary as the human lumbered back towards the sleeping nest.
“Might I procure one for you as a ‘baby shower gift’?” Sift asked.
“You already got me a gift,” Mary pointed out with a yawn as she folded her body back down into the bed.
“That is true,” Sift agreed hesitantly.
Mary gave a soft laugh as Sift snuggled back up to her.
“But if I say yes you get to use me for research into human gestational bio-mechanics?” the human hazarded.
Sift licked her teeth in amusement.
“Nothing wrong with that,” she said.
“Sure,” Mary said with a yawn, “you can help me shop for one.”
Sift adjusted the blankets around them with a happy hum as the human drifted back to sleep.  
Hidden Fires - A Novel
From ghoulies, and ghosties, and long-leggedy beasties, and things that go boomp in the night; Good Lord deliver us.
Traditional Scottish Prayer



A cavern bathed in fire.
A world of the cusp of change.
A threat from beyond the stars.

Bard has led his pool of outcast warriors across the stars to this strange new planet with its cold, nearly dead surface. For years they clung to each other in the magma caverns only going to the surface to humor the curiosity of their hosts,until the day a young alien wandered into Bard’s song and resonated with him, and gave his pool a hope of something more.
Now a dark threat from Bard’s homeworld threatens the fragile connection he has formed with this alien family, and the stars sing of war.

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October 13, 2024

Campfire Stories - Seed Time Part 3 - Set in the Hidden Fires Universe - Ghosties

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October 11, 2024

Campfire Stories - Seed Time Part 2 - Set in the Hidden Fires Universe - Ghosties

Campfire Stories - Seed Time Part 2 - Set in the Hidden Fires Universe – Ghosties
​https://youtu.be/zMnf_8vTcyU?si=V8qw_PuYEmopj_xp

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https://igg.me/at/HiddenFiresBook/x/20737048
Hidden Fires”
Science Fantasy Novel
85K Words
When his sister finds herself stranded in a hostile city, Drake McCarty must leave the retaliative safety of his wilderness home to rescue her. The mysterious alien Bard accompanies him as whispers of ancient enemies drift down from the stars. Drake can feel his bond with this ancient warrior growing every hour, but will it be strong enough to withstand the revelations that await them in the crowded city, or will it shatter under Drakes own weakness.
https://youtu.be/zMnf_8vTcyU?si=V8qw_PuYEmopj_xp
Hidden Fires - A Novel
From ghoulies, and ghosties, and long-leggedy beasties, and things that go boomp in the night; Good Lord deliver us.
Traditional Scottish Prayer



A cavern bathed in fire.
A world of the cusp of change.
A threat from beyond the stars.

Bard has led his pool of outcast warriors across the stars to this strange new planet with its cold, nearly dead surface. For years they clung to each other in the magma caverns only going to the surface to humor the curiosity of their hosts,until the day a young alien wandered into Bard’s song and resonated with him, and gave his pool a hope of something more.
Now a dark threat from Bard’s homeworld threatens the fragile connection he has formed with this alien family, and the stars sing of war.

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October 9, 2024

October 8, 2024

The Stars Sing of War in - Hidden Fires - 85K Words of Science Fantasy Adventure

The Stars Sing of War in - Hidden Fires - 85K Words of Science Fantasy Adventure
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Hidden Fires”
Science Fantasy Novel
85K Words
Drake McCarty races to save his sister.
Aliens creep down from the stars.
Dragons creep through the forest.
Things go boomp in the night.
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Published on October 08, 2024 12:47

October 7, 2024

Humans are Weird - Five Seconds

Picture Humans are Weird - Five Seconds Third Trill let his jaws open wide as he hopped away from his sleeping perch. He vigorously rubbed his winghooks over his horns and paused as he felt a tell-tale soreness behind the last pair. He idly probed at the twin tender spots, making a half-a-wing-beat’s worth of effort to count up the time since his last pair had grown in. Giving a full body shake to fluff out his fur he hopped out onto the balcony and drank in the morning air.
The smell of cargo crates, and stale chemical spills filled his nostrils and he drank it in eagerly. Already the heavy thumps of human movement were vibrating up the walls as the morning shift prepared their vehicles for the hard work of transporting the heavy structural materials building on this world required. Third Trill had spent more than a little time on newly settled worlds, where the sapient population could be counted on your spread wings and the structures were nearly all small and temporary. He found he preferred this, worlds where the population was growing, building, where spaceports and storage facilities required supports that could hold the combined weight of a mining ship and four times its weight in asteroid ore.
He leaned his chin on the safety rail and watched the humans in the far end of the massive hanger pass in and out of his focus range. One stopped well within and leaned against a wall eating chunks of something that were skewered on a stick. The human was easing each bite off the stick and popping it into his mouth. Something soft and chewy by the look of how his massive jaws worked the food. The warm scent finally reached Third Trill and he identified seasoned meat along with the sting of roast tuber vegetables. The massive mammal, the food, sourced from plants or animals so much larger than even the bulkiest Winged, and the casual way the jaws just crushed matter a Winged chef would need industrial level tools to liquefy, added to the sense of the nearly awful power of the place. Even the way the human reacted to one of the chunks of meat dropping to the floor, the casual acceptance of the loss and waste of so much prepared food matter as it rolled across the far from sterile hanger floor, fit the slowly drifting thermals of the place.
Third Trill gave another idle probe at the tender spots on his head as he wondered if he could smooth Fifteen Click’s fur enough to get him to sound out a decent poem about it. Maybe if he offered him a cutting from the fruit plant his parents grew? It was both rare and productive and the ship form their homeworld was timed so that it could be brought soon. Fifteen Click would appreciate the chance to grow, to eventually taste such a rare-
His thought thermal abruptly stilled as the human he was watching suddenly turned his head from side to side, those strange bifocal eyes flicking suspiciously around the hanger. In a moment Third Trill’s sleepy mood evaporated as the human began behaving quite suspiciously really. Clearly the giant mammal was compensating for his sonar blindness by using those sharp eyes to look for something, probably other sapients who might observe whatever he was about to do next. Third Trill felt himself ‘put on his commander face’ as the old medic who served their wing called it with amused chitters and prepared himself to intervene if the young human ranger, his morning snack complete, was about to perpetrate some mischief.
With that wide, satisfied ‘grin’ that indicated the human considered the coast clear, he bent down, and before the now very awake Commander Third Trill could even think if he should intervene, snatched up the fallen chunk of meat and popped it in his mouth. The human gave a final suspicious look around the hanger, only at human head height, seemed content his breech of sanitation and health protocols had gone unnoticed and wandered off chewing the meat contentedly.
Commander Third Trill stared after him, his fur quite fluffed now. Then he turned and hopped back to the sleeping quarters where, to his distinct relief, Doctor Eighth Flap was already up and busy at a work station. Commander Third Trill must have been broadcasting his unease because the rest of the wing eased away from him in the way that lower ranks only did when they sensed someone was in trouble but hadn’t figured out who had caught the unlucky downdraft yet. Doctor Eighth Flap looked up from his work and clicked his teeth at him questioningly. Commander Third Trill paused to get his thoughts going in a generally useful direction.
“I need to understand the severity of a breach of health and safety protocol,” he began, and sensed the rest of the slowly waking wing ease further away from him uneasily.
Doctor Eighth Flap grunted and pulled up a holo-display of his medical library.
“How dangerous is it for a human to eat food that has been dropped on the floor of a hanger?” He articulated his question carefully.
Instantly the flow of the wing’s energy changed and they crowded forward, eager to keep at least one ear on a conversation that didn’t apparently involve any of them and Commander Third Flap saw the balding old doctor’s snout make a gesture that indicated a snort of amusement too quiet to be heard.
“Let me,” the doctor said with a grunt as he arranged the holo-display, “familiarize you with an infamous human logical fallacy before I answer your question. Have you ever heard, of the five second rule?”
Picture Hidden Fires - A Novel
From ghoulies, and ghosties, and long-leggedy beasties, and things that go boomp in the night; Good Lord deliver us.
Traditional Scottish Prayer



A cavern bathed in fire.
A world of the cusp of change.
A threat from beyond the stars.

Bard has led his pool of outcast warriors across the stars to this strange new planet with its cold, nearly dead surface. For years they clung to each other in the magma caverns only going to the surface to humor the curiosity of their hosts,until the day a young alien wandered into Bard’s song and resonated with him, and gave his pool a hope of something more.
Now a dark threat from Bard’s homeworld threatens the fragile connection he has formed with this alien family, and the stars sing of war.

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Author Betty Adams Books
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