J.S. Fields has a new FF sci fi book out: Tales From Ardulum.
One year after saving the Neek homeworld and redefining the peopleās religion, the crew of the Scarlet Lucidity returns to the Charted Systems for a much-needed break. For Nicholas and Yorden, the Systems will always be home, but for Emn and Atalant, too many memories compound with Emnās strange new illness to provide much relaxation.
TALES FROM ARDULUM continues the journey of Atalant, Emn, Yorden, Nicholas, and Salice as they try to define their place in a galaxy that no longer needs them while battling the artifacts of Ardulan colonization. Other stories include Yordenās acquisition of the Mercyās Pledge (and his grudge against the galaxy), Atalantās exile from her homeworld, Ekimet and Savathās romance, and many others.
Series Blurb:
The ARDULUM series blends space opera and hard science into a story about two women persistently bound to their past, and a sentient planet determined to shape their future.
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Giveaway
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Excerpt
āShe is nothing, anymore,ā the president responded. āShe is Exile.ā
āYou canāt!ā Neek burst towards the door just as it slammed closed. She rebounded and fell back to the floor, her tailbone taking the brunt of the fall. The shipās engines began to whine, and the floor jostled as the craft left the surface.
Neek ran to the controls and slammed her hands on the stuk interface. Through the viewscreen, she saw capital buildings, the Ardulan Temple, and then treetops as the skiff left the city and moved to the suburbs. She tapped command after command into the computer, but each try brought an angry beep and no change in course. The ship was on autopilot and password locked. She had no control.
Neek swallowed, trying to ease the ache in her throat. Wherever they stashed her, she would find a comm. She would smuggle out handwritten messages if she had to. She wasnāt going to give up. That she had lost the robes, lost the Guardā¦she could mourn that in time. Saving the forests, that was her job. Helping her people move beyond Ardulum so they could truly participate in the Charted Systems, that was why she did all this, right? That she loved piloting was just a bonus.
Right?
A low tremble went through the ship. Neek had never felt a skiff do that before. Had she lucked out? Was it malfunctioning? Neek sent another query to the computer. The ship wasā¦
Neek blinked. It couldnāt be.
The ship was going up.
Neek frantically queried the computer. The viewscreen still showed treetops, but that silo in the distanceā¦that had been there the first time sheād looked. It had seemed closer for a while, but now, she realized as she squinted, it was far away again. She was watching a prerecorded loop!
āNo!ā The skiff was clearly going up. Neekās ears were popping, and there was a funny feeling in her gut. Her planetās skiffs were not designed to leave even the lower atmosphere. Only settees could do that, and this was no settee. Whatever the presidentās engineers had done to make it spaceworthy, it hadnāt been nearly enough.
Neek threw commands at the computer. Land. Coast. Glide. STOP.Each returned with a ping and the perpetual image of treetops. He couldnāt do this. He had no right to do this! What in Ardulumās name was the president thinking? Neek pounded at the controls, and the recorded loop fuzzed out to reveal space. Endless space.
Text scrolled across the computer screen:
Hours of air left: 233
Gallons of water remaining: 2
Food rations available: none
Communication systems: disabled
Destination: high orbit around planet Neek
Entertainment options: one video available of Heaven Guard airshow #4194, highlighting the double barrel rolls of Guard Four; all Neek holy texts available
Neek screamed. She kicked the console, her boot denting the cheap biometal. The Neek did not leave their planet. They did not live on space stations or strange worlds. They stayed put, to wait for Ardulumās return. And sheā¦she was meant to rotup here, in Neek spaceārot while watching a planet she could see but never again touch. Rot while the Heaven Guard executed flawless formations in Neekās upper atmosphere, ignoring her gold coffin spinning by. Rot while reading texts sheād had shoved down her throat since she was old enough to readātexts that were slowly destroying her planet.
Andā¦andā¦
She would never get her settee.
She was only nineteen years old, and she was going to die, alone, in space.
And there was nothing she could do.
Author Bio
J.S. Fields (@Galactoglucoman) is a scientist who has perhaps spent too much time around organic solvents. They enjoy roller derby, woodturning, making chainmail by hand, and cultivating fungi in the backs of minivans. Nonbinary, and yes, it matters.
Fields has lived in Thailand, Ireland, Canada, USA, and spent extensive time in many more places. Their current research takes them to the Peruvian Amazon rainforest each summer, where they traumatizes students with machetes and tangarana ants while looking for rare pigmenting fungi. They live with their partner and child, and a very fabulous lionhead rabbit named Merlin.
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