Effing Feline sleeps
Fart-Fueled Flying Feline, Effing for short, writes the Weekend Writing Warrior / Sunday Snippet posts on Mr. V’s behalf. Click the pic for info.
I, Effing Feline, enjoyed a vacation this week. No typing. No fighting with my editors. You see, Ed was in hospital for five days, and without my hard taskmaster, I did what cats do best.
I slept.
Today, another selection from The Trial of Tompa Lee. Navy policeman Dante Roussel has turned Tompa Lee over to the Shons for trial for mass murder. Suspecting she’s been framed, Dante is horrified to discover that her trial is a trial-by-combat, with Tompa facing her accusers — all 300 of them. As she is led away, the leader of the Navy contingent orders her people to turn away, leaving Tompa to her fate.
But Dante turned and dashed down the steps, toward Tompa Lee.
Shouts arose even before he reached the powdery dust of the arena. He kept running, expecting with every step a sudden, burning agony to terminate his dash. He’d ignored a Code Magenta. That was an act of mutiny. If he were still in command of the guards, who’d kept their weapons, he’d order them to fire.
Yet he didn’t dodge or weave. He owed the Navy a clear shot at his back even more than he owed Tompa Lee her safety—or, to be more realistic, the small grace of not dying alone.
Effing Feline here again. Be sure to visit the other Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday posts.
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Trial of Tompa Lee
[image error]Tompa Lee thinks joining the Space Navy is a dream come true, but it turns into a nightmare when she’s framed for murder on an alien planet. To prove her innocence, she’ll have to trust the policeman who betrayed her to cruel alien justice—and defeat 300 aliens who want to slaughter her.
Edward Hoornaert’s science fiction saga begins The Trilogy of Tompa Lee, though each book in the series stands alone. If you enjoy seeing lowly underdogs overcoming awe-inspiring odds, you’ll love The Trial of Tompa Lee.
