Book Promo And Vignettes By Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike

Book Promo

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FROM ALMA T. C. BOYKIN: City and Secrets: Shikari Book 7

Lost cities, ancient secrets, and rumors of treachery …

Auriga “Rigi” Bernardi-Prananda finds society—and trespassing wildlife—a trial. When Lieutenant Colonel Tomás Prananda suggests going to the wilderness on the tropics of the north coast in order to investigate a ruined city, she quickly agrees. After all, Shikhari’s native fauna only kill. They do not indulge in slander, gossip, and intrigue.

A storm sweeps the sea onto the land, and a military storm sweeps the Prananda family into greater danger. Failed energy shields and jammed communications are only the first hints of trouble. Soon, Rigi finds herself trying to support her family—both human and native Staré—as Tomás awaits trial for dereliction of duty. Yet the neglected duty was never his.

As predators native and human stalk closer, Rigi finds herself playing the Great Game once more. Could a slingball tournament and tail wrestler lead to the real culprit? It will take all of Rigi’s training, faith, and determination to meet the challenge.

Secrets and cities, storms and shadows, are no match for a determined mother and wife. The female of the species may well prove more deadly than the male!

FROM JOHN C. WRIGHT: Starquest: Scourge of the Spaceways

Athos, now Captain of a cutthroat pirate band, slays devil priests and burns slavers’ palaces! How long before the menace of Ahab, King of Pirates, lays him low?
Ansteel, exiled from life as a legionnaire, approaches the jeweled world where his destiny awaits. Will he hold to the Empire of his birth, or enter a strange, new life?
Nightshadow has lost a useful agent, but Napoleon has lost a lovely girl! What faceless force corrupts even men of sterling honesty in the senate?
Has Lyra lost all hope? Will her foster father be never found? Will her dead world be forgotten?
Where is Arcadia?

DIRE DEATH AND DARK DEEDS TO BE SEEN
IN OUR NEXT EXCITING INSTALLMENT:

STARQUEST: SCOURGE OF THE SPACEWAYS

FROM RICHARD PAOLINELLI: Of All The Gin Joints In The Universe

One detective. Two suspects. A conspiracy big enough to kill them all.

In the 25th Century, Galactic Justice upholds the law across the Milky Way.

They use the HALO to extract confessions from the guilty. For the most heinous of crimes, the guilty are erased and a new personality is uploaded in their place.

Samuel Archer Spade is a private detective on Space Station 1964 on the far edge of the galaxy. He’s a former GalJus Inspector whose conscious couldn’t square with using the HALO.
Spade is at his usual spot, his unofficial office on Norma, when a knockout blonde in a red dress, walks into The Galaxy’s Edge, the station’s bar. She’s on the run from an unwanted admirer.

But when the man arrives on the station, he’s looking to hire Spade himself. He’s claiming she has stolen something from him, As Spade tries to sort out who is telling the truth, GalJus arrives looking for both of his clients for a murder committed on another planet.

Trying to find the truth will lead Spade to discover a dark secret. Some elements within GalJus are using the HALO to frame innocent people. Even worse, they’re programming people to commit murder.

That’s a secret GalJus is willing to kill for and both Sam, and his clients, are right at the top of their list.

FROM JAMES Y. BARTLETT: The Song of Asaph: A Musical Mystery Featuring Johann Sebastian Bach (The Bach Musical Mystery series Book 3)

An ancient song composed by King David’s chief musician Asaph, discovered by the Teutonic Crusaders to the Holy Land, returned to Germany, then divided into four fragments and hidden to prevent the fearsome powers of God unleashed if the Song is ever played …
This is the legend pursued by the 15-year-old Johann Sebastian Bach and his schoolmate Georg Erdmann in 1700 as they walk the 250 miles from their small town of Ohrdruf to the northern city of Lüneburg to join the St. Michael’s School choir. Piecing together the song one fragment at a time, the boys find themselves pursued by the relentless Black Monk, Absalom, who is desperate to protect the Song’s powerful secrets. The Song of Asaph is a page-turning, musical thriller that will appeal to readers of all ages.

FROM DALE COZORT: Wokuo Incursion

Invasion from an alternate timeline?
It’s December 1937 in a world exactly like ours except that it is about to veer wildly into alternate history. It’s less than two years before World War II broke out historically in Europe. War has already come to much of Asia, with Japan invading China. An isolationist US fears it will be drawn into that conflict, especially after the Japanese sink the US gunboat Panay. Just when President Franklin Roosevelt thinks he has that crisis under control, he faces a bigger issue. High tech descendants of the Wokuo, Japanese pirates and smugglers who should have vanished over three hundred years ago, flood into the Pacific coast off California.

The Wokuo are both refugees and invaders, fleeing from war in an alternate reality where they survived and grew strong, while looking for new conquests to replace their lost empire. They set their sights on California. President Roosevelt sends disgraced former Colonel Martin to California to organize resistance to the invaders, but the Colonel has his own issues, buried deep in his brain and waiting to cause disaster.

FROM RANDY BROWN: The Drop: Season One

Twelve people. Randomly dropped on an unexplored alien planet in the ultimate test of survival. Some will live, some will not. First one to the flag wins.

Embark on a survival contest like no other in the galaxy, where twelve contestants are thrust into the ultimate challenge on the uncharted planet Alpha. As they navigate treacherous terrains, from icy wastelands to arid deserts to thick jungles, and face unknown creatures, their every move is streamed to billions on Earth. With high stakes, unexpected dangers, and the constant threat of elimination, this gripping tale of adventure and human resilience will keep you on the edge of your seat. Will someone conquer the wilds of Alpha and claim victory, or will the planet’s mysteries prove too formidable? Dive into the suspense and discover who will rise to the top in this thrilling saga.

EDITED BY STEPHEN DIAMOND: Glitched Grimm: Twisted Fairy Tales with Terror (Raconteur Press Anthologies Book 62)

I’ve always been fascinated with fairy tales. No, not the sanitized versions with singing raccoons or whatever. I mean the cautionary tales. The ones where the point of the story is to warn. Don’t trust strangers. Elves and fairies want to eat you. Witches don’t sing showtunes just because they are “misunderstood.” Monsters are monsters. If they are sexy, it’s for the purpose of killing you easier.

And so we come to the point of this anthology.

The idea of taking fairy tales back to their dark roots—to the horror and dread in them—was one of the premier goals of the stories presented beyond this introduction. Twisting them in dark and imaginative ways. Another of my goals was to have a few stories that would make the reader chuckle as things go horrifically bad for the characters. Horror and humor are often found skipping arm-in-arm over the river and through the woods together, after all.

https://amzn.to/4pUNAJVFROM CEDAR SANDERSON: Days of No Ink: A Sketchbook

Every year I make art every day during the month of October. This book contains five years of selected art from those months, along with the prompts which guided my hands. Watch me grow, and hear me tell you that you can do this, with any kind of art you choose.

Black and white. No pen. No ink. Five years of artworks to amuse, spark a story, and hopefully inspire you, too, to take the prompt challenge with me. Come along and see what you can do!

BY HENRY KUTTNER, REVIVED BY D. JASON FLEMING: Elak of Atlantis (Annotated): The complete classic sword & sorcery tales

Join Elak on perilous quests across the ancient world! These four classic sword-and-sorcery tales by the masterful Henry Kuttner take us to realms of wonder and terror.

Across the mystical landscapes of lost Atlantis, Elak faces down ferocious monsters, cunning foes, and alien magical arts. With his unmatched skill with a sword and unyielding will to survive, Elak battles to protect the innocent and vanquish evil in this action-packed collection.

With their unique blend of swashbuckling adventure, fantastical world-building, and Lovecraftian horror, Kuttner’s Elak tales have captivated fans of fantasy and science fiction for generations.

  • This iktaPOP Media edition includes a new introduction giving the stories genre and historical context.

FROM MARY CATELLI: Writing And Reflections: Essays on the writing process from world-building to words

Reflections on the many and far-flung fields that writing can touch upon, from original inspiration to the final work.

Wizards. Metaphysics. Verbs. Fairy tales in all their varied glory. Royalty. Time, how to measure it and how to talk about it. Elves. Piracy. The end of empires. The sword and the sorcery and how they might work together, or not. Past perfect voice. Blue curtains. And more.

FROM JOHN BAILEY: The Key to the Rift: A Fantasy Adventure Novel (The Fantasy Books)

The Rift is more than a wound upon the earth—it is a gateway to ruin.

When an aged and cursed traveler delivers a dying warning, Paladin Eldric and his companions are thrust into a perilous quest. The barbarian hordes march toward the kingdom, seeking relics of ancient power—an unbreakable shield, a staff of sorcery, and a sword forged in light. Hidden deep within the ruins of a fallen palace and guarded by a red dragon, these relics are the last hope for the realm’s survival.

Eldric, Mira, Toren, Liora, and Garrick must risk everything to claim the relics before the barbarians arrive. But the Rift holds shadows older than memory, and even victory comes at a terrible cost.

Heroism, sacrifice, and cunning will decide their fate—yet the dragon’s fire is not so easily quenched, and the storm of war is only beginning.

The Key to the Rift is a fast-paced, classic-inspired fantasy adventure filled with danger, ancient magic, and the courage of unlikely heroes.

COMING OUT ON THE 7TH FROM SARAH A. HOYT: This volume completes the saga: No Man’s Land: Volume 3 (Chronicles of Lost Elly)

No Man’s Land

Sufficiently advanced science is indistinguishable from magic.
On a lost colony world, mad geneticists thought they could eliminate inequality by making everyone hermaphrodite. They were wrong. Catastrophically wrong.
Now technology indistinguishable from magic courses through the veins of the inhabitants, making their barbaric civilization survivable—and Publius Cornelius Scipio Africanus Kayel Hayden, Viscount Webson, Envoy of the Star Empire—Skip to his friends— has just crash-landed through a time-space rift into the middle of it all.
Dodging assassins and plummeting from high windows was just the beginning. With a desperate king and an archmagician as his only allies, Scipio must outrun death itself while battling beasts, traitors, and infiltrators bent on finishing what the founders started: total destruction.
Two worlds. One chance. No time to lose.


Volume 3
Skip’s idea of crisis management?
Stress baking. While he’s kneading away his anxiety, Eerlen Troz is fighting for his life—and his unborn child’s—in an ancient and familiar battle.
When saving Eerlen’s life requires forging an unexpected blood brotherhood, it creates something neither person anticipated: a memory bond between two worlds.
Through shared consciousness, they uncover a conspiracy that threatens not just Elly, but the entire Star Empire.
The plot runs deeper than anyone imagined. Lives, fortunes, and freedom itself hang in the balance. But exposing the truth means surviving long enough to tell it—and their enemies have other plans. Two minds. One mission. A galaxy-spanning conspiracy that someone will kill to protect.
When the fate of worlds rests on an unlikely brotherhood forged in blood and baked goods.

FROM ANNA FERREIRA: The Root of All Evil

When murder comes to Stockton, it brings long-buried secrets in its wake…

Kate Bereton leads a busy but unexciting life as the clergyman’s only daughter in a small Dorsetshire village. She’s grateful for the break in routine heralded by the arrival of her stepmother’s latest guests, but when Kate discovers a dead body in the parsonage one morning, she finds herself in much more danger than she could have ever anticipated. Terrified and desperate, she turns to the local magistrate for help. Mr. Reddington is eager to aid his dear friend Miss Bereton, but can they discover the murderer before it’s too late, and the secrets of the past are forgotten forever?

With a dash of romance and a generous helping of mystery, The Root of All Evil is a charming whodunit that will delight fans of Jane Austen and Agatha Christie alike.

FROM HOLLY CHISM: The Schrödinger Paradox

To save the future, sometimes you have to reach to the past to change it. And in the face of extinction, you do what you must, regardless of who stands in the way.


Cataclysm

Unlucky jerk Tom Beadle was on watch at NASA when the collision alert sounded: a new asteroid, bigger than the dino-killer, headed for Earth. Big problem, but that’s why we have NASA, right? Except, after decades of budget cuts, NASA has no way to shove it off course. That job has to be contracted out. Will the private sector company his best friend from college works at succeed where the government option failed? Might be best to have a backup plan, just in case…

Heisenberg’s Point of Observation

Thomas Sutton was not your average fourteen year old, not even in an Ark City. Born in one of the three refuges of the last remnants of life on earth, deep underground, he knows his history. A century after an asteroid shattered and struck the earth, they have been trapped below by volcanic eruptions, toxic gasses, and radioactive dust. But what if he could…change things? What if he could reach the past, to prevent the asteroid’s impact?

Entanglement

Tom Beadle only volunteered for NASA’s neighborhood watch program when his department said it would maybe help him get tenure.None of them counted on the Neighborhood Watch becoming a mortifying political liability when a malfunctioning probe accidently reveals an asteroid hiding behind the larger outer planets, setting off impact alarms– and politicians looking for blame. When their answer is to defund the Watch program and fire all involved, Tom’s only chance to save the earth is to lie through his teeth and try to deflect the asteroid under cover of harvesting rare not-of-this-earth elements. And even that may not work.

FROM C. CHANCY: The Words of the Night (Colors of Another Sky Book 1)

It’s 1618. Do you know where your historian is?

Retirement wasn’t supposed to have dragons….

Historian Jason Finn crossed the planet to escape the Black Dog of depression – and almost got there. Over the mountains of Korea, a monster out of nightmares tore his plane from the sky… and into another world.

Hunting down ravenous shapeshifting pirates, Night Magistrate Lee Cheong found survivors from elsewhere. Survivors who say pirates are not the only threat. Over twenty years ago Hanyang burned in dragon flames… and that monster still lives.

Now the young magistrate must lead demon-hunters on a desperate chase, aided by a bandit sharpshooter, a seafolk medic, a Heavenly cultivator on the run for her life… and a time-lost historian.

Jason’s willing to help, but he’s cursed, fighting to survive, and struggling to understand a land of magic and monsters. All the while doing his best to keep a teenage girl alive.

Upside? Jason’s definitely not depressed….

FROM LEIGH KIMMEL: Perfect Darkness

When Pavlik becomes obsessed with the idea of seeing perfect darkness, it becomes a distraction from the pod’s duty as asteroid miners. Little does he know that danger lies in opening one’s mind to the things that lurk in perfect darkness. Things that endanger his pod-brothers, even all of Briar’s Children.

Vignettes by Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike.

So what’s a vignette? You might know them as flash fiction, or even just sketches. We will provide a prompt each Sunday that you can use directly (including it in your work) or just as an inspiration. You, in turn, will write about 50 words (yes, we are going for short shorts! Not even a Drabble 100 words, just half that!). Then post it! For an additional challenge, you can aim to make it exactly 50 words, if you like.

We recommend that if you have an original vignette, you post that as a new reply. If you are commenting on someone’s vignette, then post that as a reply to the vignette. Comments — this is writing practice, so comments should be aimed at helping someone be a better writer, not at crushing them. And since these are likely to be drafts, don’t jump up and down too hard on typos and grammar.

If you have questions, feel free to ask.

Your writing prompt this week is: DIVISION

24 thoughts on “Book Promo And Vignettes By Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike

  1. Lord Magnus laughed, deep in his chest. "It might be found at any time by any soul." He lifted his glass. "The more reason to let it be known and profit from having done so. On top of the division sown by keeping such spells secret." He nodded to Augustus.

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  2. “Division? I prefer multiplication.”

    “Considering how many children you’ve fathered out-of-wedlock, that’s obvious.”

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  3. “… And then he sneered and demanded to know how many divisions the Pope had.” Brother-Sergeant Heinrichs shook his head a little as he recounted events.

    Father Ignatius O’Donnal looked around the remains of the necromancer’s lair. “One, but it is sufficient, I do believe.”

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  4. She lay still and found sleep harder than her exhaustion should have made it. The already crimson sunset deepened to purple, the air cooled, stars glinted, and the division between forest and sky slowly blurred.

    She closed her eyes to rest, at least. Off in the forest, an owl hooted.

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  5. In this time of division, we have many fundamental disputes on essential questions.

    I propose that the nation might be able to heal its wounds if we can come together on a consensus that an American nativist movement that is anti-colonialist would necessarily desire to expel the sorts of academics who write favorably of ‘anti-colonialism’ and ‘anti-imperialism’.

    Tell me, my academic brothers and sisters, would you really prefer that Americans change their customs and adopt an anti-colonialist policy?

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  6. I have multiple divisions in my work (Science Fiction, Fantasy, Mystery, Computer Programming, and Religion). But the task of buying and reading all the great books in the Promo threads is exponentially larger than my fraction of the monthly paycheck that is authorized for this task.

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  7. The CAG pointed at the display. “First division will cover orbital approaches polar north, second division will cover polar south. Deployment details, timing, AWACs and tanker orbits, freqs and encryption seeds are in your mission sticks. Questions?”

    Navy LTJG Sarah Freece smirked quickly to her right at Marine 1st Lt Kelley, then raised her hand. “Sir, you said ‘division’. I believe our Marine pilots were assured there would be no math.”

    Jim Kelley shot her a look as the room erupted in laughter, then raised his own hand. “Sir, the Navy pilots would like to know when tea and crumpets are scheduled during the expected fight.” More laughter.

    The CAG shook his head, smiling himself, but then as his forehead creased in a slight frown he turned to the display to hide his expression, switching the map off. They’d need their moral later today. His face under control again, he turned back to the ready room. ”All right, if there are no actual questions, go borrow your birds from your crew chiefs. Good luck and good hunting. Dismissed.”

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  8. With my pre-winter chores interrupted by minor(ish)* knee surgery, the projects were divided between the Gotta-do and the Wanna-do divisions.

    Gotta-do is proceeding apace; the sun-damaged siding on $SPOUSE’s shop is getting the fiber-cement lap board covering and should be painted by the end of the week. Burn piles (lost of last winter’s downed branches, plus tree-removal slash) are waiting for a) end of fire season, and b) me to be up to tending them.

    Wanna-do is considerably longer, but key portions are done for when I can resume work (roughly at the end of the month). The snow-damaged dog kennel had the old bits removed, and the key replacement posts are set in place. The rest will wait until I have the energy, or the desire to hire somebody (or both–some of the boards are heavy). The fire wood shelter had damage, but it’s Good Enough for this winter. Assuming I get shop time–no wood stoves in the house. The rest of the wood slash will wait.

    The entertainment options for post-op recovery just got greatly enhanced with today’s book feed. As of Tuesday, I have three books competing to be read first. I think the one I already started wins, and NML V1.3 right afterwards. V1.1 and V1.2 were excellent.

    (*) Arthroscopic cleanup. Assuming not much more damage than the other knee had last year, I’ll be walking fine a couple days post-op. Still, the comfy chair and I will be well acquainted for a few weeks. Didn’t expect to be able to tell the preop nursing staff that it’s not my first rodeo. Sigh.

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  9. I’m looking to buy volume iii tomorrow. Two comments: (1) volume ii does not suffer from “middle book of a trilogy” letdown, perhaps because this isn’t actually a trilogy; (2) I don’t know how all the plotlines are going to be resolved in just one more volume!

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    1. Well, one main plot line is resolved. The rest is why there are other books. Now, things I didn’t need to do was take a month out after mom’s death. And I don’t know why I did. But it’s the way my mind seems to be working or not. My brain seems back today. We’ll see if I can do something with it. (The fact my thyroid is off again, as my body defeats the medication , doesn’t help. Sigh.)

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  10. And, did not split comment of ~6.5 K chars; so, go direct to Moderation Purgatory, do not pass “Go” or collect Monopoly $200. Wanker Putz delenda est!

    Also finally remembering to take my own advice and invite our vignette-day Usual Suspects to be readers for some of my decidedly non-vignette stuff, from the country-urban fantasy in progress of some 40 K words on down. Basically looking for SF-literate reactions. So please reply below if interested…

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  11. “I suppose the Ghost Division is going to have some kind of super-stealth technology.”

    The suit from Marketing didn’t even bother to hide his annoyance as he said that. Levi could tell that if the man played any games at all, they’d be casual games, not RPG’s.

    Levi squelched the snarky response that came immediately to mind. How to explain without sounding condescending?

    He put on his best cheerful smile. “Thank you for pointing out how easily that name could be misunderstood by someone coming in from another genre of game, or especially someone who actually fought in the recent war. We’ll have to make it clearer that in this game, there are literal ghosts involved. It was inspired by the old Haunted Tank comics of the mid-Twentieth century, but that’s still under copyright, so we had to take a different angle on it.”

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  12. (repost, Part 1/2)

    The mild-looking man in the dapper tweed suit strolled through the outer reaches of the room, with a folded newspaper under his arm and a faint, fugitive smile intermittently on his face. One lapel of that suit bore a rarely overt declaration of his… nature, not merely office. A stylized outline of a fly, crossed by a bold, blood-red negation stroke. Actually the formal badge of his office, done in hot-enamel over electrum, for all its (very intentional) resemblance to a cheap novelty or campaign button.

    People sitting at desks nodded to him, smiled at him, and mostly he just returned their notice in kind. Sometimes he initiated the greeting, and rarely, received a thumbs-up or a deft but discreet wave forward. Soon enough, he’d crossed the open floor to the back of the large room, where fixed doors and walls marked out more individual, hierarchial space.

    “There is news,” he said, stopping at the open door of the Commissioner himself. He unfolded the paper, presented its headline like a showgirl at a boxing match presenting the card for the next round, and laid it on the broad desk of Commissioner for Public Safety Charles Macarthur. “And, as you’ll remember me anticipating for you lately, it’s almost all good.”

    The bold, large-type headline read: POPULAR FRONT FAILS TO BREAK 40% IN ALL RACES and next Constitutionalist-Freedom Coalition Advances.

    Macarthur leaned back in his swivel chair. “Not exactly the outcome I was asking for, and it’s not come as soon as I’d hoped. But better, even if later and far… odder. For which I really do have to thank you and your people, Tell, even if they’re not the division I expected. Thank God too.”

    “People never do expect the Division of Dirty Tricks, Charles. It’s one of our charms, which is to say one of our most useful operating modes. Fully a division of special riot-control troops from offworld is hardly a thing that can arrive without fanfare, and announcement, and pre-planning by the opposition forces. A gaggle of random-looking individuals and small groups of non-uniformed, non-uniform tacticians and operators and analysts? Some of ’em crippled, a few of ’em deaf or blind? Surely such are no threat to such a grand force as the Popular Front for the Liberation and Empowerment of the People, with all their cells and paras and rhetoric? Except…”

    He pointed to the pin on his lapel. Around its circle were visible, at least from close up, Division of Dirty Tricks and Ain’t No Flies on Us.

    “The DDT is the poison they cannot begin to fight. We’re always inside their guard, not only because it’s our work and our business to be, but because we’re contagious. Our habits of critical thought and analysis are the immune system of any stable, healthy society; and they do spread. And most of all, our sense of humor. ‘Our dire situation is critical but not serious’ and all. You’ve surely had enough contact with front-line troops in military or policing roles, Commissioner, to know that even gallows humor is a necessary combat-role skill; and it goes over seamlessly to a more civilian mode of conflict as well. Your whole society came through the Crash pretty well, considering the alien Volume Denial Weapons that took down much of our techbase for several parsecs around here; but there are inherent and learned failure modes that… need to be suppressed.”

    Macarthur smiled a less-uncomfortable smile. (A Commissioner who ever got quite cozy and comfortable in his hot-seat likely needed retiring.) “So, do you and your people move on, now? I doubt the Pops will be recovering anytime soon from you and your outfit making them such a laughingstock, and yet an evilly nasty-bad joke.”

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  13. (Part 2/2)

    “By your leave, we’ll continue as we’ve been doing a few more months. You now have a popular, electoral mandate to do as your Constitution requires and break up your outlaw wanna-be-overlords, and as much as our operators and operations can work hand-in-glove with that, our underlying mission is broader and deeper. People need to be reminded how the difference between being ‘pebbles in a landslide’ for whom it’s too late to vote (clearly not a problem in our case anyway), and ‘snowflakes participating merrily in the avalanche’ against whatever’s downhill, is mostly perspective. Social and civic responsibility, refusal to be played, willingness to play right.

    “Newspapers, valuable as they are, work top-down. Pamphlets, which are as old or even older, historically speaking, work everywhere-out. That sort of knowledge needs to be refreshed, energized, normalized to habit. It’s not really an ‘official’ responsibility like yours, and it usually simply fails if an organization like yours tries to teach it — it’s not top down so you basically can’t, it’s like ordering someone to take initiative.”

    Macarthur smiled, again, and broadly as his desk or his waistline. “You do really never stop, do you? It’s like speaking to an inexhaustible, eternal fount of no-nonsense, down-to-earth, this-is-how-you-do-it. Notice that I am not criticizing in any way, you stopped the Popular Front power grab in its tracks for us, with far fewer casualties than I’d ever have expected.”

    Telemachus Magee looked at him levelly. “Think, of all the people who’ve got swept up in that same old Marxist, Gramsci-ist, flatulent nonsense. Of all the things that their hands and minds could’ve done, with all the time and energy and creativity that really does belong to some of them, maybe even most of them. Over all the long centuries humanity has been burdened by the same old virus programs of the mind — that’s an old-tech reference but just substitute ‘plague’ and you’ll have it right, Charles.” Shook his head. “Or of ‘nothing without the state’ and all the rest of that. Or of any of the remainder of all such… evil pernicious sheep-futtering cack.”

    Charles Macarthur blinked. Tell was the sort of man who very rarely came even close to swearing. (And when he did, to make the point as it must be made, his audience of one or a hundred not only saw the light clearly, but were most uncomfortably aware of looking straight into the sun.)

    “Multiple hundred megadeaths on Old Earth alone and pre-starflight. Never yet even counting all that’s cost us all since. Also leaving aside all the lesser costs, of lives blighted or simply wasted of looking back over your shoulder in fear, not looking forward and moving on. That’s what drives me when you get down to it, Charles; that’s the coal in the boiler, burning nonstop across the continent from coast to coast in the night. What drives most of my people, not hotly but well, all the time we’re on the job.”

    “Do you think you’ll ever be done? I mean, not just us or even your DDT?”

    Tell smiled. “Likely not as long as we’re all still human, Commissioner. Best to settle in, for a very long and very awesomely strange far ride.”

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  14. (And good ol’ Willie Pete really, truly didn’t like that story, double-moderated even as re-posted in halves. Maybe the Division of Dirty Tricks is a little too… effective.)

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