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FROM PAM UPHOFF: Vyatkin

Seventeen-year-old Afanasiy Vyatkin, orphaned when the Japanese attacked his world, has nowhere to go but the Vyatkin Family House in the capital city of the Alliance.He finds the Great House overwhelmed by refugees.A few nice refugees, an ambitious servant, some retired old men.Outnumbered by the rude, aggressive, bullying refugees, fighting to maintain their status after the disastrous war. Penniless, powerful . . .and dangerous in their desperation to scramble to the top of the ruble heap of their lives..Afanasiy has no trouble separating friends from enemies. And the enemies have underestimated him . . .
FROM MARY CATELLI: Writing and Reflections Volume 3: 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.
Magic and science. Talking birds and cats. Ideas and their origins. Magic, in schools, on the battlefield, and whether it is evil. Fairy tales. Exposition. Utopias. Wandering heroes in series. Wicked stepmothers and their motives. And more.
FROM CJ RUSSELL: The Shape of Home (Home, Retirement & Other Misadventures Book 1)

In a future where bringing home a dragon involves months of preparation, Kay and Terry thought they were ready.
They had survived four months of inspections, installed the required safety equipment, studied dragon development, and even convinced the authorities that their dachshund, Queenie, could be trusted around an egg.
Then the egg hatched.
Dimples grows from a tiny purple-and-turquoise hatchling into a full-grown Chinese dragon with strong opinions, a talent for circumventing household rules, and an unquestioned place in the family. Years pass. The household changes. New companions arrive, old routines settle in, and life becomes the comfortable collection of people, animals, arguments, habits, and cookie-related negotiations that Kay thinks of simply as home.
Until one day, home changes shape.
Faced with a future she never planned for, Kay must decide whether home is something you lose—or something you can build again somewhere entirely new.
The Shape of Home is a warm, gently funny science-fiction story about family, grief, dragons, dogs, and starting over when life refuses to follow the plan.
FROM DALE COZORT: Devouring Wind (Exchange Book 2)

“They’re coming for us, from the sky and emptiness.” Ten months ago, technology guru Sharon Mack and her autistic and strangely prescient daughter Bethany were trapped in the wild alternate version of Earth called Bear Country. They took refuge at Fort Eegan, an outpost built by a peculiar cult with mysterious ties to the US government. Now a new Exchange brings terrifying new consequences.
The new Exchange blocks Fort Eegan’s water supply, threatening deprivation now and catastrophic floods in the future. It also pits Fort Eegan against beings with superior technology, inhuman ruthlessness and a weapon capable of devouring everything in its path, including Fort Eegan.
In spite of the danger from the new Exchange, the humans of Bear Country are nearing a war with one another. Ruthless escaped convicts hold hundreds of women hostage. With supplies dwindling, they eye Fort Eegan’s already limited resources. Inside and outside the fort, conflicts fester among the isolated humans, including a deadly love triangle. Fort Eegan’s only hope is to unite before it is blown away by the devouring winds.
FROM HYEOK LIM: No Valid Mandate

Twenty thousand passengers sleep aboard the colony ship Continuance. Only 4,000 can reach the surface—and fifteen randomly chosen jurors must decide who gets those places.
Ethics auditor Mara Venn knows that a survival calculation is not permission. Before the landing window closes, the jurors must write one rule, see the names it selects, and decide whether they have the right to make that choice irreversible.
Then a competing survival list—prepared before the disaster—surfaces. Its authority is doubtful, and Mara’s own unfinished review is part of the evidence. As each new fact changes what the jury can justify, damage keeps shrinking what the ship can physically do. Principles become names. Every delay costs another option. And some of the people arguing hardest for fairness stand to benefit from the rules they defend.
No Valid Mandate is a closed-system science-fiction thriller and fair-play institutional mystery about survival, consent, and the terrifying question of whether anyone has the right to make such a choice.
FROM JOHN BAILEY: The Ambassador Missed the BBQ (The Aurigan Conflict)

A murdered diplomat. A locked room. A stolen corpse. A fraudulent treaty worth trillions.
And the best BBQ in the Quadrant.
Commander Art Bellamy expected a routine diplomatic assignment aboard the USS White House . Instead, he finds himself investigating a murder complicated by diplomatic immunity, manipulated security records, competing governments, corporate corruption, and a mysterious eleven-minute gap.
Someone aboard the ship killed Sir Reginald Percival-Smythe and staged the crime to look like an international assassination.
Then the body disappears.
As Bellamy digs deeper, he discovers that the murder is only one piece of a much larger conspiracy surrounding a treaty that could transfer control of strategic infrastructure worth trillions of credits.
Everyone aboard the White House has something to hide.
The question is which secret matters.
Bellamy isn’t a genius who solves crimes through miraculous flashes of inspiration. He’s a professional investigator who notices the details everyone else overlooks.
And one tiny detail may bring down an enormous conspiracy:
BBQ ash on a pair of diplomatic shoes.
FROM LEIGH KIMMEL: The Shadow over Leningrad

In Stalin’s Soviet Union, Tikhon Grigoriev lives a precarious life. He knows too much. He’s seen too much. A single misstep could destroy him, and if he stumbles, he will take his family down with him. With Leningrad besieged by Nazi armies, the danger has only increased.
He’s not a man who wants to come to the notice of those in high places. But when he solved a murder that seemed supernatural, impossible, he attracted the attention of Leningrad’s First Party Secretary.
So when a plot of land grows vegetables of unusual size and vigor, and anyone who eats them goes mad, who should be called upon to solve the mystery but Tikhon Grigoriev. However, these secrets could get him far worse than a bullet in the head. For during the White Nights the boundaries between worlds grow thin, and in some of those worlds humanity can have no place.
FROM NATHAN C. BRINDLE: The Lion and the Darkness (Timelines Book 4)

The Long-Awaited Sequel to The Lion in Paradise
At long last, Ariela Rivers Wolff begins her mission to the Simulated Worlds.
As the Martyr of Sardristra, she finds herself in the position of a Joan of Arc, burned at the stake for preaching a sermon of love to a very violent race of . . . blue, four-legged, four-armed, sort-of-horse analogs. Five hundred years later in their history, she finds a totally-reversed welcome as “Saint Ardreyelya” in the country in which she first appeared. Will she be able to prevent the rest of the world from destroying “her” people before she can convert them, too?
As the Goddess of Mahoukai, she finds herself the deity of a world religion in a world governed by magic. And like all worlds with magic, inevitably there is a Demon Lord. She’ll have to deal with that Demon Lord before the world of Mahoukai can be realized into the True Universe . . . but in the event, the Demon Lord is an infiltrated agent of the very enemies she is sworn to fight in the real world. Can The Lion of God take on a Darkness, single-handed? If not, it may spell doom for the inhabitants of Mahoukai – and for herself.
FROM ELISE HYATT: Dipped, Stripped and Dead (Daring Finds)

DEAD MAN’S REFINISH Some people find antiques. Dyce Dare finds trouble.
Ever tried fishing a Victorian sideboard out of a dumpster only to hook a dead body instead? Welcome to Dyce Dare’s life, where nothing goes according to plan—and never has.
At six, she wanted to be a ballerina (until gravity repeatedly suggested otherwise). At ten, she dreamed of lion taming (until Fluffy the cat staged a mutiny). Now at twenty-nine, she’s just trying to keep her furniture refinishing business afloat so she can upgrade her son’s diet from “pancakes” to “anything else, please.”
But when her latest dumpster dive yields a half-melted corpse instead of salvageable furniture, Dyce reluctantly adds “amateur detective” to her lengthy resume of career failures. Because nothing says “responsible single mom” like poking around a murder investigation, right?
Between dodging danger, dealing with her quirky neighbors, and trying not to embarrass herself in front of a certain handsome police officer, Dyce is about to discover that her talent for refinishing furniture might just extend to refinishing crime scenes.
Dipped, Stripped and Dead – Sometimes the best way to clean up your life is to solve a murder.
(Warning: May contain splinters, sarcasm, and one very determined single mom who definitely didn’t plan on any of this.)
FROM STEPHEN KRUEGER: Law Future

The anthology has 25 original legal science-fiction stories: 3 short-short stories, 18 short stories, 2 novelettes, and 2 novellas. Plus 1 original preface, 1 original essay, and 1 original Post Scriptum.“Science fiction” intends a recital, the foundation of which is a yet-to-be technology. Usual yet-to-be technologies are space travel, time travel, and terraforming.
“Legal” intends that a substantive law matter is central to a recital.
The target audiences are lawyers and sci-fi readers. To that end, excellent writing prevails. There is not a single blasphemous, scatological, or reproductive word in the anthology. An aficionado or aficionada of quality legal fiction and of first-rate science fiction will be happy with the anthology.
FROM ROSS HATHAWAY: Grimm’s Anatomy : Stay, Don’t Stare

Welcome to Mercy General. Please state your name, your symptoms, and whether your condition is currently metaphorical.
Dr. Tessa Ward thought she was leaving trauma surgery for something quieter.
She was wrong.
Mercy General’s East Annex is home to Supernatural Pathology, the department where medicine meets the things ordinary hospitals prefer not to put on the billing form. Its waiting room may contain a werewolf with sinusitis, a vampire arguing with Insurance, a haunted umbrella, or someone whose curse has become visible on an X-ray.
Under the watchful eye of veteran nurse Hattie Boone, Tessa learns quickly that supernatural medicine has rules of its own.
A diagnosis can change a patient.
Observation can become pressure.
A story recognized too confidently can turn into a cage.
And sometimes the most dangerous thing a doctor can do is decide she already knows what role the patient is supposed to play.
When a series of narrative injuries begins overwhelming the East Annex, Tessa and her increasingly improbable team must invent a new kind of medicine on the fly. Their patients include people being rewritten by fairy tales, transformed by other people’s expectations, trapped inside identities they never chose, and treated as symbols when what they desperately need is to be treated as people.
FROM LEE ECKHARDT: SHADOWS of the FUTURE: A Science Fiction Novel

Young Kenji Ansara desires, more than anything, two things in life: first to become an interstellar archeologist and second to study the enigmatic race humans call the Buiders. In all the galaxy there is only one sign of the Builders, on the frozen planet Eiskonig; there are no others. Where did the Builders come from, and why did they leave only a few small structures behind, structures made of a material human science has been unable to analyze? Do the Builders still exist, and, if so, where are they? These are mysteries Kenji aches to solve.
Then his chance comes. Another Builder site has been discovered on a world many light-years away; an exploration team is being formed and Kenji will be part of it. But others are racing Kenji’s expedition to the new planet, people who want the Builders advanced technology for themselves. People who are willing to kill to possess it…
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 to ask.
Your writing prompt this week is: FLAP
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“How like court.” Prince Aurelius’s voice was cold. “How their tongues flap, and how their honor is put aside for the silliest of tales.”
“They also tell tales that you have strange spellslingers that you found in strange parts,” said Lady Bertha, and looked aside.
“We twain are not even all that they have found,” said Diggory, his voice like ice.
Clara looked at her hands, folded in her lap.
“Good, good,” said Lord Sigmund. “They need all that they can have. If not, indeed, more. Because the other thing that rumors mostly agree on is that Ottokar killed Alphonse.”
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“The planet is named ‘Banner’,” said the Lieutenant, a junior Ethno-Geographer.
“You can see from the recording that the apparent land mass – which is no such thing, but I’ll get to that – is flexible; it rises and falls in time with the winds. The shapes of the ‘islands’ put out ragged streamers, following those winds.”
“Sir, isn’t that rather dangerous? Who would settle such a planet?”
“Challenging, and sometimes dangerous, yes. As to who would land here and stay? It was a fringe group, exiled from Earth in the 22nd Century – we know them as the Flap Earth Society.”
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Grimm’s Anatomy looks like fun! Bought that one.
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“I think we’re coming up on the place to turn.” My new flight student was a bundle of nerves, but that was typical for a first landing, even in something as easy to fly as this little Cessna.
“Then turn, don’t wait for me to tell you what to do. You’re in command of the aircraft.”
Tara made the adjustments to the flap position, then pursed her lips as she entered the turn. I watched as she kept her eyes moving between the window and the instruments. She reached over and pulled the throttle back. The airspeed indicator read a little high for approach, but I kept my mouth shut as she came out of the turn with the nose lined up perfectly on the centerline of the runway.
“Okay, Tara, you’re looking good,” I told her. “Aim for a point just beyond the runway numbers. We should pass over the threshold about 30 feet off the ground. At that point, pull the throttle back to idle and apply just enough back pressure on the yoke to lift the nose slightly. You want to touch down on the main gear first, then lower the nose after you slow down. Once the nose wheel makes contact, apply the brakes gently and evenly.”
“Yes, sir. We’re a couple hundred yards from the end of the runway. Am I too low? Do I need to add some power?”
“No, you’re doing fine. Airspeed is constant and we’re descending gently. This is where most new pilots panic and do something stupid. Trust your aircraft and trust yourself.”
“I trust my instructor more than myself,” she said nervously.
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The weirdest thing on my first solo was how fast that little airplane (Cessna 152 I think, though possibly one of the older 150s at that flight school) accelerated and climbed with just one person on board. It challenged my timing on my first few turns and then my power pull to hit my pattern altitude, which came up faster than I expected.
After I got it level things like flap setting on the way downhill worked as expected and I made a pretty good first solo landing, then I did two more that were fine before I rolled back to where my instructor was sitting, appearing to be totally bored and not watching at all.
First solo is one of those feelings that sticks with you.
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The wizard prepared to leave as the others attending the conference on Aynchient Magik stood at a distance.
“If I live to be 500 years old, I’ll never live this down,” he thought. “I don’t see why summoning the Kracken inside the Hall of Magik would cause such a flap.”
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Tenko looked at the door. “A cat flap, seriously?”
“You like coming here in fox form,” Jason shrugged. “And clothes don’t change when you change. I know you and Luxyn can do illusions as clothing, but you can’t carry a key with you…”
“No, no,” Tenko sighed and shook her head. “I understand the reasoning. I even agree with it. I just think that Luxyn is going to tease me about it and she already teases me far too much..”
Jason sighed and nodded carefully. “You could always wall-bang her again when she complains.”
“She enjoys it far too much, even when I go for every hole I can reach,” Tenko grumbled.
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Mike squinted at the instruction sheet to see the tiny writing: “Secure the inner left support (Part 43) to the rear panel (Part 2) using a 3/16-inch bolt (Part 116) prior to attaching the inner right support (Part 44) to the lower rail (Part 19).“
He threw the instruction sheet down in disgust. “Putting together a kid’s toy is too complicated these days. Whatever happened to ‘Fold flap A into slot B‘? We should have just gotten him puppy.”
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“What? Nobody ever raised any flap about it before. If you ain’t cheating, you ain’t trying.”
“Well, I suppose you should thus conclude that things have changed. It said fifty words and yours is more like 500, so you have been automatically added to the ‘bad’ list. Nobody knows what that does, but you are on it officially. Good luck, WordPress Delenda Est, and may God have mercy on your soul. Next!”
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