I am currently reviewing the final version of OldEarth Georgios Encounter. I am just about ready to send it off to my editors, proofreaders, and designers. Always an exciting process.
Rueben gripped Gutun’s shoulder, claiming him. “He meant to kill me, so comes with me.”
Seanan tried to grab back control of the situation. “He must die!”
Rueben stared Seanan in the eye. “By the end, he may prefer death.” In silent understanding, Georgios and Rueben asked for rope, bound Gutun hand and foot, and led him away.
Seanan faced his eldest son. “What just happened?”
Pale, his eyes red-rimmed, Ian offered a weak smile. “Many think that the gods will seek vengeance if we kill their priest. This way, if he lives or dies, it’ll be the providence of the gods.”
Seanan pursed his lips in a petulant pout. “It won’t break my heart if he falls overboard during the journey. Let him off at the first barren island. He’ll survive. He’s the sort that always does.”
Historical Fiction & Science Fiction Blend
In ancient history, humanity struggled for survival and grappled with the purpose of our existence. One extended family traverses the course of history through ARAM, Ishtar, and Neb in a world of wild beasts, craven spirits, and noble souls. Generations later, in the first century AD, Aram’s descendant, Georgios must battle a world of dark secrets, deceptive promises, and hope renewed. Four hundred years later, Georgios’ descendant, Melchior, discovers that his vengeance is not as powerful as God’s plans in Melchior—Vengeance Is Mine.
Aram must lead his clan to safety, protect an innocent man, forgive his wayward wife, and challenge a curse that haunts his soul. As Aram encounters both good and evil, an alien world watches and waits for their part to play in humanity’s future hope or despair.
“I must bow to her writing skills because it was simply magic!” ~Charlotte
“The author has a wonderful talent for putting the reader in the midst of the story.” ~Ellen
“The author draws you in and keeps you there.” ~Michael
“The book was action-packed, not a dull page. Keen insight by the author.” ~Linda
“While set in the past, the human emotions and experiences speak to any generation…” ~Lindens
Peering back at Gem, Zuri shook his head. “They’re practically naked—without any techno-armor at all. Amazing they’ve survived! They must be brighter than they look.” After stepping back, he sent a low-power beam searing through the foliage near the stalking cat, frightening the beast into the thick woods.
Gem scowled. “What’d you do that for? Let the whole planet know we’re here, why don’t you.”
Zuri pointed the Dustbuster at Gem. “Is there anything left of you—on the inside, I mean? We were once naked and helpless too. If the Cresta’s hadn’t taught us—”
“They used us in their studies. They weren’t being generous.”
“But we learned from them! That’s what counts.”
Gem stared at the Dustbuster in Zuri’s hand. “So, what’s your point?”
Shoving the weapon into his armor holster, Zuri shrugged. “I’m just giving them a chance to live and learn.” He stalked back toward the ship. “It’s time we left. I’ve got enough data to make up for the time we’ve lost.” He grinned as he swiped a branch out of his way. “The Cresta will pay for both the cargo and the information.”
Gem marched behind. “And the Ingilium Supreme Command? What’ll they say?”
Forced to leave his clan and his children behind, Ishtar staggers into a vast wilderness and encounters a desert nomad who loves him as a son. When foreign raiders approach, Ishtar must discover if he can move beyond madness, protect his people, and reclaim his family. Eager to know the source of Ishtar’s strength, a watching Universe must learn if humanity can save them from a spreading darkness.
“Enjoyed the second book of the trilogy even more than the first.” ~Ellen
“The story was wonderful and well written.” ~Culver
“Five Stars.” ~David
“…its characters walk in the sort of uncertainty that characterizes real life and real people trying to make our way in a big, complex world.” ~Pam
“Frailey has once again done a splendid job of tying together mankind’s past with its future!” ~NickofTime
Teal peered into Sienna’s eyes as they lay on a grassy plain before a mighty cliff. A hot sun beat down on them from a clear sky. Propped on his arms and knees, he hovered over the length of her body.
Sienna waited, grinning.
Teal lowered himself.
A flash of fear rippled over Sienna’s face.
With a groan, Teal tipped his head back and plopped onto the grass beside her, sprawling out like a broken toy. Sienna jerked up, pouting. “What’s wrong?”
Teal rubbed his eyes. “You still don’t trust me.” Yanking herself to her feet, Sienna brushed grass and dirt from her tan leggings. Her long-sleeved tunic rippled to the ground. “You don’t trust me—rather.”
Rolling to his side, Teal peered at her. “I’d like to. By all that is good and holy, I want to.” Rising, he slapped dry stems from his gray tunic.
Sienna’s lips quivered.
Exhaling a long breath, Teal stepped closer and caressed her arms. He tilted his head to meet her downturned gaze. “I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I want you.”
Swallowing and batting back tears, Sienna shook her head. “I’ve never been this—”
Raised in a world of wild beasts, craven spirits, and noble souls, Neb dominates everyone around him. His mother feeds his lies, his father falls before him, and his brothers flee. Only in love does he meet a force he cannot resist. His wife bears two sons who take opposite paths. Neb’s curse follows both. Heaven and hell await their answer. Through the eyes of three alien worlds, so does the watching universe.
“There are a multitude of interesting types of people in this series and I loved their life stories.” ~Nancy
“Neb… provides the background to the events in the first two books of the set. It does much more than just satisfy the curiosity, it gives depth and increased meaning to the thoughts and hearts of the characters. The characters become even more alive in this final installation.” ~Ann
“I loved the book. I found it very thought-provoking about the characters and how they deal with life around them.” ~Amazon Customer
After snorting a storm of bubbles through his breathing helm, Ark turned his attention to the Ingot and frowned. “We don’t want to be conspicuous, remember?” He grasped Zuri’s arm and led him into a busy intersection where a uniformed Uanyi traffic guard waved them across the street with a stoic I’ll-be-doing-this-forever expression.
His fingers flying, Zuri tapped another message and scowled. He halted in the middle of the street.
The guard blinked his huge eyes. His chest expanded as if preparing for a serious challenge to his pedestrian authority.
Croaking, Ark tugged Zuri safely across the busy intersection. “What? Trying to get us killed?”
Zuri’s attention stayed glued to his datapad. He tapped a third message. He waited and tapped again. Alarm zipped through his synapsis. “She cut me off right in the middle of—” He peered at Ark’s frowning face. “Something must’ve happened…or she’s—”
Ark shook his head. “You’re obsessed with that Bhuaci. Forget about that shapeshifter and focus on our mission. Think about Teal, Sterling, and all the humanoids who are counting on us—”
With a shake, Zuri pocketed his datapad and chewed his lip, irritation replacing his alarm. “First of all, Kelesta isn’t just a Bhuaci shapeshifter, second, Teal is meeting with Queen Tcesni right now, and third, humanity doesn’t even know—”
Britain in the fifth century was a land torn by war, while Melchior was a man torn by choice. His son is accused of murder, his daughter is forced to marry a brutal king, and his sister is driving him mad, but a prophetic vision saves him from despair. A father will endure great trials to keep his children safe.
“Murder, mayhem, and mystery make for the perfect Medieval tale. Stir in love, passion, compassion, and the story of the burgeoning Christian Church in ancient times, and you have a book that is hard to put down…transports you back to the days of kings, castles, and common folk.” ~Amanda Lauer
“If you’re a fan of Ann Frailey’s sweeping historical epics, her newest book Melchior, Vengeance is Mine, will not disappoint. The author has a rare talent of immersing readers in the past. With stunning description, realistic characters, and a humorous touch in just the right places…sure to inspire and entertain.” ~Susan Peek
“A.K. Frailey paints an elaborate tapestry of breathing, bleeding characters who show us both the work of God’s hand and the far-reaching consequences of our choices, despite our perceived limitations…a sweeping historical saga, beautifully-written.” ~Carolyn Astfalk
“Sucked into Black Holes During Sleep, They Share Their Darkest Secrets.”
Bruno read the headline twice, promptly running his cart into the store shelf. Stunned, he jerked his gaze off his phone.
“Hey, not supposed to read while driving.” A woman, fifties, blunt-cut, short hair, laughed with shining eyes.
Shocked, Bruno stashed his phone in his pocket and shoved his cart alongside the shelf, a guilty child trying to hide the evidence. He forced a grin. No words forthcoming.
She sidled up, her smile dimming by degrees. “Sorry. I tried to warn you. But you were so intent—”
He scratched his head. He didn’t want to have a conversation. A lie formed before his conscience could object. “I had to check a text—”
She lifted a hand. “Not my business. I was being stupid.” Her gaze took in the contents of his cart.
Dang, it. An extra-large bag of his dad’s Depends and a bright blue denture cleaner box bared the naked side of human misery. In revenge, he snuck a look at her cart. Red hair dye and blue nail polish. He glanced at her. Grey hair, fingers unadorned. He frowned.
She grimaced. “My mom’s dealing with that crap too. She was at Wayside, but with everything, I brought her home and got home healthcare. It’s better, but not really good, if you know what I mean.”
Relief, like a spring breeze, washed over Bruno. “Dad’s still on his own, sort of. Lives in the apartment above me. Neither of us can give up our independence. But…”
She snatched up the box of dye. “She gets bored and depressed. So, every couple of months I do a new treatment. This month—” Her lips flapped as she blew a puff of air. “Rad red! I’d like to take her out to eat or something—”
Bruno shrugged in compassionate understanding. “Hell trying to keep ’em on their feet.”
She snorted but a smile crept back into her eyes. “It was easier with a toddler. I could toss them into a cart and strap ‘em in.”
“My twins gave me weekly heart attacks, but they grew out of their hijinks.” Bruno tried not to let the next thought tear his heart out.
With a commander’s wave, she redirected her cart. “Well best of luck then, and keep an eye out for where you’re heading.”
“Ha. I’ll be more careful.” I’m not going anywhere.
Bruno flipped three grilled cheese sandwiches and then stirred a pot of creamy tomato soup. “Lunch is ready, Dad.”
His dad hobbled in. Using his cane with deft power, he nudged a kitchen chair aside and plunked down at the table with a long sigh. “Smells good. He stretched his neck, peering at the pot. “You add something extra?”
“Lots of garlic salt.” He slid one sandwich onto a plate and placed it on the table. Then he poured the soup into a wide bowl and set it alongside. He fixed his own meal, grabbed a couple of spoons, and dropped them into place. He plopped down on a chair across from his dad, folded his hands, and bowed his head.
Hurried sign of the cross, a quick prayer, and they started in.
Slurps and clanks of metal on glass accompanied their chewing and swallowing.
The old man glanced up, wiped his chin, and huffed. “Anything new in the big world?”
Bruno shrugged as he swallowed his last bite. “I ran into a shelf and some strange woman laughed at me.”
His eyes widening in horror, the old man spluttered. “The wretched—”
Bruno grinned. “I wasn’t looking where I was going, and she was nice enough.” He pulled out his phone. “I wanted to check something, and I got stopped by a headline—something about people falling into a black hole. Caught my attention at a weak moment. Smack. Hit the toothpaste shelf full speed.”
Grinning, the old man rested his spoon on his empty bowl and tucked the used napkin underneath. “Good thing you didn’t hit a middle aisle. You could’ve set off a cascade of cat food.” He frowned. “What were you checking?”
A blush burned Bruno’s face. “There was such a variety of adult diapers. I had no idea.”
Dropping his gaze, a flush darkened his dad’s cheeks. “Aw, hell. I wish—”
“Don’t, dad. It’s not so bad. Everyone has stuff to deal with. That woman’s mom is depressed and needs a new perm every month.” He leaned in and dropped his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “And likes to have her nails done. I’ll take a bag of Depends over that any day.”
The old man’s hand shook as he reached across the table and pressed his son’s fingers.
Though dark clouds scuttled in from the north and the temperature was dropping, there was still enough time to get in one more lap around the park. Bruno shook the last vestiges of tension from his shoulders and focused on a pair of squirrels chasing each other around a tree.
He promptly bumped shoulders with a woman jogging by on his left.
Huffing, she scowled and stopped. “Hey! Look where—”
She looked strangely familiar. Embarrassment and dripping sweat sent an uncomfortable chill down Bruno’s back. “Sorry. I was—”
“Oh, you again.” A smile quirked her lips. “But you’re not texting and driving, at least. Thank God for that.”
A park bench behind the central swing set beckoned.
“I’m ready for a break. You?”
She nodded. “Sure. Mom’s napping, so I sneak out on the weekends to get in a little R & R.”
Trudging across the dead winter grass, he puffed a laugh. “You call running rest and relaxation?”
She plodded alongside. “Don’t you?”
He waited while she brushed broken twigs aside and plopped down.
They breathed freely for a few moments, gazing at the quiet park.
A trio of squirrels scampered past.
Bruno wagged his finger. “It was their fault, really. I got caught up in their drama.”
Laughter filled the park. A happy sound. She settled into a giggle. “Yeah, it’s always something, isn’t it?”
He turned. “How’s your mom doing?”
She blinked and swallowed. “Okay. Not really thrilled with the red. She wants to go back to being a blond, but with her wispy threads, it wouldn’t be pretty. Need something to distract the eye, if you know what I mean.” Changing course, she clapped one mittened hand over the other and focused on him. “And your dad. How’s he?”
“Scarfs down my grilled cheese and tomato soup like it’s going out of style.”
A fresh laugh, softer, but honest and appreciative.
Two plump robins hopped nearby.
He nudged her and signaled with his eyes.
She smiled. “Wish I brought something. Breadcrumbs…”
She cleared her throat. “You ever bring your dad out to eat? Like to your kids’ place or—”
He tipped his head. “I would, but they live in California. An airport would be a nightmare.” He cut his glance aside. “Yours?”
“Naw. They’re not very patient with her. Nice enough when I do everything, but they’re mostly eat-outers.”
Like a bobblehead, he just nodded a bit.
The clouds parted, and a ray of sunshine illuminated the park, bathing the playground in golden light.
“I have a ramp up to the kitchen door. A neighbor helped with it. Got treads and everything.”
Two of the squirrels perched on a branch, sitting amiably. The third bounded toward the swings.
“Your mom likes grilled cheese?”
Though her head stayed down, a smile lit her face brighter than sunshine. “She loves it.” She looked over, shifting in her seat, getting a firmer position. “I make a fantastic beef stew. Really easy to chew but nutritious as all get out.”
“Really?” He pulled out his phone. “You know, I read that black holes have been catching people while they sleep. Thought maybe you’d like to help me keep watch out for ‘em.” He cleared his throat, scrounging up his courage. “Maybe we could have dinner together sometime—your mom, my dad—us.”
A glimmer entered her eyes as her smile widened. “Oh, yeah. Got to keep our eye out for those pesky black holes. They swallow people alive, I hear, unless we help each other out.”
He stood and pointed across the park. “My place is just there. Dad’s got his own ideas about things—but he’s feisty enough to keep black holes at bay. Care to meet him?”
She stood and squared her shoulders. “Only if you’re willing to meet my mom. God knows what color her hair will be.”
He laughed as he nudged her forward. “Long as she hasn’t been swallowed whole—she’ll be all right with me.”