Hellcats
At the beginning of the month, my friend, writer and editor extraordinaire Kate Pickford (she writes under pen names so you won't find much on Amazon) posted on her Facebook page that her brother's 79-year-old mother-in-law was being kicked out of her home by an unscrupulous cousin who owns 2/3 of the house. Her nephews (16-year-old twins) had started a GoFundMe page to help Grandma Erada buy out the cousin.
Kate was looking for ways to help raise funds. She offered editing services–which are totally worth the ticket price! But most authors are closer to the “barely scraping by” end of the financial spectrum. However, one thing we can do is write. Kate saw a book cover that spoke to her, and Hellcats was born.
I'll give you more details as they become available. We plan to publish on September 1, which is incredibly fast for a group of writers to get their act together! In the meantime, here's a snippet from my story Sashelle's Quest.
(If you haven't read Krimson Empire Three: Krimson Surge, there are some spoilers. )
What does a camp cook do? Sashelle asked.
The female–Sashelle was sure now–wrinkled her eyebrows. “I cook for the camp, of course.”
Cook? Sashelle asked. She could sense the meaning of some of the female’s thoughts. You mean the burned meat?
“I don’t burn the meat!” Lisbeth replied indignantly. “If meat was burned, it was that oaf Jarent. My food is good.”
We do not cook our food, Sashelle explained. Heating is a waste of time and good nutrition.
“Agree to disagree,” Lisbeth replied. “What are you doing here?”
I want you to leave our lands, Sashelle replied. This land is under the protection of the Lerrr Pride and you are ruining it.
“You mean the tree removal?” Lisbeth asked. “You’re right, they’re ruining it. But they want to plant more potatoes.”
Why are you here if you agree with me?
“A job’s a job,” Lisbeth answered with a shrug. “But I’m ready to go back to civilization. These loggers are animals.” Her eyes widened. “No offense.”
Sashelle’s eyes narrowed to slits. That is very offensive. They are humans, not animals. We are civilized.
“Fair enough.” Lisbeth held up both hands in surrender. “Do you have a plan?”
Why must I come up with all the plans? Sashelle grumbled. My plan was to tell you to leave and you would go.
“It’s not going to be that easy.”
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