Release date: May 12, 2016
Subgenre: Space opera, space exploration
About Carl Sagan's Hunt for Intelligent Life in the Universe:
Sometimes intelligent life is right in front of your whiskers.
Hsissh is a member of The One. There are some newcomers to The One's homeplanet. They call themselves "humans," and they are, frankly, mentally deficient--they can't warp the quantum world with their minds. However, Hsissh is becoming attached to one of them, a Miss Noa Sato.
When The One decide they will wipe out the humans and Noa's life is on the line, Hsissh is forced to take sides ... he might find intelligent life where The One least expect it.
Hsissh is a member of The One. There are some newcomers to The One's homeplanet. They call themselves "humans," and they are, frankly, mentally deficient--they can't warp the quantum world with their minds. However, Hsissh is becoming attached to one of them, a Miss Noa Sato.
When The One decide they will wipe out the humans and Noa's life is on the line, Hsissh is forced to take sides ... he might find intelligent life where The One least expect it.
Excerpt:
Chapter
1: What Little Werfles are Made Of
“ … cells
are made of proteins, proteins are made of molecules, molecules are made of
atoms, atoms are made of particles … And do you remember what those are made
of?”
“Waves,
Third One!”
“Yes, you
are waves manifest as matter. You can become waves again at any time.”
Sliding
down the embankment, his ten legs not able to lift him, Hsissh reprimanded
himself, Next body, no sleeping in a field frequented by lizzar. He knew
better, but the rock had been sunny and wonderfully warm. And then one of the
clumsy, wave-ignorant oafs had whacked him with its tail. Now this body was
beyond reasonable repair and he had to move on. Finding a dry spot, he curled
into a ball. Tucking his nose to his tail, he closed his eyes and … hesitated. He
blinked. He didn’t want to let this form go … Shissh, his blood kin in her last
life, had been urging him for years to give up this shell and the pain that was
tied to it; to let his memories of their third parent become a dream.
“What’s
that?”
His ears
perked. It was the vocal utterance of a wave-ignorant Newcomer. Ish, one of the
more scholarly members of Hsissh’s kind, had decoded most of the language and
shared it in the waves. Hsissh hadn’t thought the Newcomers had spread this far
north. He wondered what they’d found.
A sharp
pain in his side made his body uncoil with a startled squeak. “Is it some sort
of albino-mutant-ten-legged weasel?”
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About C. Gockel:
C. Gockel got her start writing fanfiction, and she is not
ashamed! Much. She received emails, messages and reviews from her fans
telling her she should 'do this professionally'. She didn't; because
she is a coward and life as a digital designer, copywriter and coder is
more dependable. But in the end, her husband's nagging wore her down:
"You could be the next '50 Shades of Gray' and I could retire!"
Unfortunately, the author isn't much for writing smut. She is sad about
this; she'd love for her husband to be able to retire and just work for
her so she could nag him.
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