This is the fifteenth chapter of my novel, “Ainadamar, or The Fountain of Tears: The First Flight of the Madrugada.” It details the adventures of a spaceship called the Madrugada, crewed by a Bulgarian space vampire, a lady barbarian, a 17th century French mountebank, a shape-shifting chef, a giant kitty, an empath, Morgan La Fey, an octopus surgeon, a cowboy, and the early 20th century Spanish Republican poet and martyr, Federico Garcia Lorca. 

I published a new chapter each week for the past few months, but will not post any more. To read the previous chapters, click on the category Ainadamar. To read the entire novel, contact me and I will send you a copy. 

Chapter Fifteen

Lambena

Nimue and Weekiebye made their way through the vegetable and fruit markets and into a narrow, deep-eaved side street. The passageway led to a long plaza surrounded by bays. Here the city’s butchers provided meat, poultry, fish, reptile and…whatnot to the inhabitants of the hungry city and the visitors who used the nearby intersecting space routes. Read the rest of this entry »

This is the thirteenth chapter of my novel, “Ainadamar, or The Fountain of Tears: The First Flight of the Madrugada.” It details the adventures of a spaceship called the Madrugada, crewed by a Bulgarian space vampire, a lady barbarian, a 17th century French mountebank, a shape-shifting chef, a giant kitty, an empath, Morgan La Fey, an octopus surgeon, a cowboy, and the early 20th century Spanish Republican poet and martyr, Federico Garcia Lorca. I publish a new chapter each week. To read other chapters, click on the category Ainadamar.

Chapter Thirteen

Madrugada

The juerga was starting to pick up speed as the night descended through the trees, followed by the warm, indistinct stars of a southern Spanish summer night. As the day became night, became less light, as the night grew darker, the juerga too shifted imperceptibly from light to dark, the standard Gypsy progression. The water turned to wine, the wine to sangria and someone added whisky. Alegrias, light and celebratory, was replaced by soleá and soleá by bulerias. Read the rest of this entry »

This is the twelfth chapter of my novel, “Ainadamar, or The Fountain of Tears: The First Flight of the Madrugada.” It details the adventures of a spaceship called the Madrugada, crewed by a Bulgarian space vampire, a lady barbarian, a 17th century French mountebank, a shape-shifting chef, a giant kitty, an empath, Morgan La Fey, an octopus surgeon, a cowboy, and the early 20th century Spanish Republican poet and martyr, Federico Garcia Lorca. I publish a new chapter each week. To read other chapters, click on the category Ainadamar.

Chapter Twelve

To Santa María de Alfacar & the Sacromonte

“I have to concentrate, a lot more than before,” whispered Slim. “Maybe when there are more of us together it’s easier.”

“It feels like…interference, though,” said Stratsimir.

“Quiet you two,” barked the sergeant. He shoved them from behind and they staggered forward a step or two up the path to La Colonia. At the steps to the building they halted. Read the rest of this entry »

This is the eleventh chapter of my novel, “Ainadamar, or The Fountain of Tears: The First Flight of the Madrugada.” It details the adventures of a spaceship called the Madrugada, crewed by a Bulgarian space vampire, a lady barbarian, a 17th century French mountebank, a shape-shifting chef, a giant kitty, an empath, Morgan La Fey, an octopus surgeon, a cowboy, and the early 20th century Spanish Republican poet and martyr, Federico Garcia Lorca. I publish a new chapter each week. To read other chapters, click on the category Ainadamar.

Chapter Eleven

The Sacromonte, La Colonia, The Dust Moon

“The signal bounced, but the buffer caught it,” said a breathless Patches. He had called Dded and Dem to Nimue’s communications console on the bridge.

“When we received the Crown Prince?” asked Dem.

“Right before that.” Read the rest of this entry »

This is the tenth chapter of my novel, “Ainadamar, or The Fountain of Tears: The First Flight of the Madrugada.” It details the adventures of a spaceship called the Madrugada, crewed by a Bulgarian space vampire, a lady barbarian, a 17th century French mountebank, a shape-shifting chef, a giant kitty, an empath, Morgan La Fey, an octopus surgeon, a cowboy, and the early 20th century Spanish Republican poet and martyr, Federico Garcia Lorca. I publish a new chapter each week. To read other chapters, click on the category Ainadamar.

Chapter Ten

Ainadamar

José Maria Ormaetxea-Ametxazurra, erstwhile captain of the GDI ship Tu Madre, the most feared space bandito in eight superclusters, paced his makeshift prison like a lion in a cage. His crewmates had huddled up in one corner to allow the great man room. They were used to his musk, so none of them evinced any nausea, but an occasional retching sound came from the alcove that contained the Crown Prince. Read the rest of this entry »

This is the ninth chapter of my novel, “Ainadamar, or The Fountain of Tears: The First Flight of the Madrugada.” It details the adventures of a spaceship called the Madrugada, crewed by a Bulgarian space vampire, a lady barbarian, a 17th century French mountebank, a shape-shifting chef, a giant kitty, an empath, Morgan La Fey, an octopus surgeon, a cowboy, and the early 20th century Spanish Republican poet and martyr, Federico Garcia Lorca. I publish a new chapter each week. To read other chapters, click on the category Ainadamar.

Chapter Nine

From the Sacromonte to Víznar

 “Are you sure you are sufficiently recovered?” Weekiebye asked, back on the bridge.

“I’m fine, Mr. Weekiebye.”

“Because, you know, we can easily delay one day.”

“We cannot,” he disagreed. “The Order has found us even here.” Read the rest of this entry »

This is the eighth chapter of my novel, “Ainadamar, or The Fountain of Tears: The First Flight of the Madrugada.” It details the adventures of a spaceship called the Madrugada, crewed by a Bulgarian space vampire, a lady barbarian, a 17th century French mountebank, a shape-shifting chef, a giant kitty, an empath, Morgan La Fey, an octopus surgeon, a cowboy, and the early 20th century Spanish Republican poet and martyr, Federico Garcia Lorca. I publish a new chapter each week. To read other chapters, click on the category Ainadamar.

Chapter Eight

To Earth

“That priestess on Pandema said the book’s other volume was destroyed hundreds of years ago,” said the doctor, clinging to the railing by Mona’s station. “If that is so, why travel to Earth at all?”

“Time,” said the captain. He laughed. “We, of all people in the universe, know time as others only dream of it.”

“True,” said Slim. “But whatever happened to us, however it happened, the thing that brought us together, I didn’t control it. Did you?” Read the rest of this entry »