Book Cover Reveal: Peregrine’s Flight

I’m still working hard on Peregrine’s Flight, trying to finish my first draft. I hope to have it done, and into the hands of my editor in a week or two. In the meantime, I had a cover designed by my friend and fellow author, Rachael Ritchey. I think she did a great job with it. Comments and opinions are welcome.


Interview: Luther Wylde

Me: Hello everyone, and welcome to Since today is Talk Like a Pirate Day, I thought I would sit down with the pirate Luther Wylde, the protagonist of my upcoming book, “Peregrine’s Flight.” So now, let’s welcome Luther Wylde.

Luther Wylde: Thank you so much for having me here.

Me: You’re welcome. It’s a pleasure to have you here. Now I’m sure our audience is curious. How long have you been a pirate?

Luther Wylde: I first entered piracy about fifteen years ago. I started my career as a crew member on the Peregrine with Captain Clara Blackwell. Seven years ago, I assume command of the Peregrine, and became quite successful. Between then and now, I also added the Kestrel and the Storm Rider to my pirate fleet.

Me: Impressive. To what do you attribute your success as a pirate?

Luther Wylde: Well, part of that would be that I don’t kill people unless necessary. I hold my crew to that standard as well. Because we have a reputation for mercy, quite a few of the crew members of the ships that we capture come over and join my crew. The rest that don’t join me are ransomed back to their families or employers. Another key to my success is a network of informants who keep me apprised of the shipping in the region, and where the richest treasures will be located.

Me: Very commendable, minimizing bloodshed. Why did you become a pirate in the first place?

Luther Wylde: Oh, several reasons really. I grew up in Storm Haven, watching the ships coming in and leaving our port. I love the sea. And, I have to admit… I fell I love with Captain Blackwell when I met her. Tell me something, have you every done something because of a woman?

Me: Yes, I have. At a local theme park, I went on one of those spinning rides, even knowing it would make me sick. I did it because a woman asked me to.

Luther Wylde: You see, women can have a strong influence on us. That’s the effect that Clara Blackwell had on me. I turned to piracy because I loved her, I love ships, I love the sea, and I love my freedom. As a pirate, I have all of that. I didn’t before.

Me: What did you do before?

Luther Wylde: I manned one of the guns defending Storm Haven.

Me: If they were to make a movie of “Peregrine’s Flight”, who do you see playing yourself.

Luther Wylde: That’s a tough question. I guess Johnny Depp has already played Captain Jack Sparrow, so probably not him. Perhaps Benedict Cumberbatch.

Me: I think that would be a good choice. Okay, one last questions, this is Talk Like A Pirate Day. Are you going to be talking like a pirate?

Luther Wylde: What do you mean?

Me: Don’t pirates normally talk like, “Arrr me mateys.”

Luther Wylde: I don’t know what books you’ve been reading, or what movies you watch, but pirates talk like normal people. Take me for example, I’m a pirate, and I’m talking, and I don’t sound a bit like that.

Me: Okay, fair enough. I’d like to thank you for taking the time to chat.

Luther Wylde: You’re quite welcome. When do you plan on releasing “Peregrine’s Flight?”

Me: I am shooting for early October. Thank you everyone for stopping by to read this post. I’ll be doing a cover reveal for “Peregrine’s Flight” later this week, so be sure to come by then to see it. Thank you all, and good night.


Flash Fiction Friday: We 7 Go On

This will be a new, and hopefully regular feature on this blog. Flash Fiction Friday. Every Friday, I’ll be posting a short story or poem. This week, I’m posting a short story called “We 7 Go On”. Enjoy.

The door wouldn’t open for some time, and I was scared. I wasn’t necessarily scared of what I would find outside this room. I just didn’t know if I was prepared for it.

Nervously, I paced back and forth while my new bride sat on the couch watching. I cast a glance towards the door. I imagined how our ancestors had once looked anxiously towards the door of the spaceship Cronus, as they landed on the surface of this world that they had named “Hestia”. It had not been an easy trip, and those that made it had been glad to find a home.

On the voyage here, a computer malfunction had shut down almost all of the life support. Hundreds of the people chosen to settle this planet had died within hours. Around one hundred settlers remained. They were woken from suspended animation to make a decision about the remainder of the voyage.

The report on the remaining life support was that the system could only sustain twenty people for the rest of the trip. The one hundred had to make a decision as to which twenty would go on. After removing the bodies of those who had died instantly, and placing them in the biorecycler, twenty were chosen to go back into suspended animation for the rest of the trip; the remaining settlers sacrificed themselves so that the twenty could go on.

Another disaster occurred when a meteorite impact struck the ship, destroying most of the cargo, including vital terraforming supplies. The ship limped on with the twenty colonists sleeping away for the rest of the journey.

Finally, the Cronus arrived at its destination. The ship landed on a dry, barren plain. The colonists were brought out of suspended animation, and discovered what had happened to the cargo. Very few supplies remained to them. They had only enough food for a few months and very few resources for transforming the hostile landscape into something more habitable.

They activated some of the robots that had survived the trip and sent them out to explore the land. The ones that returned reported that there was no sign of plants or animals for many miles in all directions. A decision had to be made.

With no terraforming supplies, no resources, and food running low, it was decided that some of the remaining colonists would have to sacrifice themselves in the biorecycling unit to produce enough supplies for at least a few to establish a home, and to survive.

Seven of the colonists were chosen to go on, while the other thirteen walked into the biorecycler, their bodies rendered into their component elements, and reconstituted as resources for growing food, and for making a habitable colony.

Parts of the ship were dismantled, and used to create shelter and tools. The seven remaining settlers set about creating a place to live and establishing themselves on this planet.

I looked out the window, looking out over the park. Across the park were the remains of the Cronus. The ship and the biorecyler had been turned into a memorial and shrine, honoring those who had sacrificed themselves so that the colony could survive.

A crowd had started to gather in the park. Some milled about nervously. Others stood by themselves, lost in thought. A bell tolled from a nearby tower. Many of the citizens in the park below turned towards the remains of the Cronus. As they made their way towards the memorial, the window turned opaque.

My wife started weeping, so I went across the room and sat down next to her, putting my arm around her. I felt some fear myself, but at the same time, a sense of hope. I imagined that the other two couples sequestered in rooms on either side of ours were going through the same thing.

After a while, my wife drifted off to sleep. I got up and paced the room, waiting. After a couple of hours, it seemed like days, the bell rang again. The room flooded with light as the window became clear again and the door opened. A robot stepped inside. “It’s time, sir.”

I took my wife’s hand as she rose from the couch and walked out the door. On either side, two other couples emerged from their rooms. A single male emerged from his room down the hall.

Silently the seven of us walked towards the building’s exit. The door opened, and we emerged into bright sunlight. The park and the streets were now deserted except for a few robots going about their duties.

I looked across the park towards the Cronus. Just as many of this world’s original colonists had done, thousands of people had walked into the biorecycling unit of the ship, sacrificing themselves in honor of those had gone before. They gave up their lives so that we 7 could go on.

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