Ainadamar: Chapter Fourteen

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This is the fourteenth 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 Fourteen

To Parcleta

Leave taking was joyous and solemn. Tu Madre’s crew had lost Heino. The Gypsies had lost Manolín’s and Antonio’s cousin Luis. But there was also the sense that, although history was unlikely to record it, a great disaster had been avoided and they had been instrumental in that. The curse that had begun when the Spaniards dug up the box had been hi-jacked by the Glyphomancer. Stopping him had short-circuited the curse as well.Continue reading “Ainadamar: Chapter Fourteen”

Ainadamar: Chapter Thirteen

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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

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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. Continue reading “Ainadamar: Chapter Thirteen”

Ainadamar: Chapter Twelve

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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.Continue reading “Ainadamar: Chapter Twelve”

Ainadamar: Chapter Eleven

EscorialBibliotecaThis 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.”Continue reading “Ainadamar: Chapter Eleven”

Ainadamar: Chapter Ten

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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

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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.Continue reading “Ainadamar: Chapter Ten”

Ainadamar: Chapter Nine

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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.”Continue reading “Ainadamar: Chapter Nine”

Ainadamar: Chapter Eight

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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?”Continue reading “Ainadamar: Chapter Eight”

Ainadamar: Chapter Seven

 

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This is the seventh 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 Seven

Eridanus, The Dust Moon, Pandema & the Madrugada

Karl the Weasel stood before an enormous scrim, fifteen feet long by ten tall. He rode on a personal grav-sled, moving about to check various parts of the display that filled the scrim. On closer examination the picture turned out to actually be 18 separate monitors ranged around a circular navigation field. As Karl touched different screens, entering and re-entering information, the pattern of lines connecting them changed.Continue reading “Ainadamar: Chapter Seven”

Ainadamar: Chapter Six

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This is the sixth 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 Six

In a City on a Planet in the Perseus Arm

Stratsimir stood before the mirror, applying foaming Harris soap to his face with his ivory-handled Kent badger-bristle shaving brush. He wasn’t a particularly hairy Bulgarian vampire space captain, but he was Bulgarian.

He couldn’t see himself in the mirror, of course, but he thought it good form to shave in front of one. Plus, it was just over the sink. It had the additional benefit of a quicksilver monitor in the upper right-hand quadrant. So, when the knock came at his ready room door, he wiped off the steam with a squeak to see who had come calling. The monitor showed the entire crew standing massed at the door, shuffling their feet.Continue reading “Ainadamar: Chapter Six”

Ainadamar: Chapter Five

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This is the fifth 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 Five

At the College of the Exegetes on Pandema

Stratsimir pressed the intercom on his chair.

“Patches, everything ready for the carrier wave?”

“Yes, Cap. I’ve programmed it as part of the slip. It’ll cascade out of the slip before us and throw us out at the phase variance you requested,” replied the engineer.

“Dem, any notion of how the ride will be?” asked the captain.

The pilot hooked an arm around the back of his seat and turned to face the captain.Continue reading “Ainadamar: Chapter Five”