Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Welcome Larraine Wills

Welcome to my blog, Larraine. So nice to have you here today. I hope you're all relaxed and comfy after the holiday.

So, hmm, you say you love science fiction. Tell us about it.

Who loves science fiction? Me!

If you’re with me, are we foolish for even considering the possibilities put forth in science fiction? Even 20 years ago, the idea of a phone small enough to fit into your shirt pocket was science fiction. A computer in your phone that connected you to literally millions—through the air? Home computers you could hold in your lap, or even one hand, and you could talk to and see someone thousands of miles away in real time? So why not space ships and worm holes, and light sabers, and best of all, aliens? Do any of you know the cell phone was a direct result of the communicator used in Star Trek as well as other advances? Honest. I watched a documentary on how the series inspired inventions. Here’s another example:

            "When I designed the UI (user interface) for the Palm OS back in '93,

my first sketches were influenced by the UI of the Enterprise bridge

panels,'' said Rob Haitani, product design architect for Palm-One Inc.,

the Milpitas firm that makes the popular handheld personal computers.

 Rather than continue, here’s a site to explore on technology advances written about by non-scientists in the Star Trek series before they happened in one of the best know examples of Science Fiction.

 Centuries ago many of the things Galileo wrote and drew pictures of would have been called science fiction, had the term existed then.  Helicopers? Really? Look at all the things Jules Vern wrote about: trips to outer space before they even had planes or Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea and his submarine.

To quote W. Clement Stone, Whatever the mind of man can conceive and believe, it can achieve,” He was a businessman and author, not a scientist, but the same thing applies.

Ralph Waldo Emerson said, Men love to wonder, and that is the seed of science,” and Science does not know its debt to imagination.”

What does a scientist like Albert Einstein think? The process of scientific discovery is, in effect, a continual flight from wonder.” Did Einstein read something, maybe Jules Vern, and then wonder? I have no idea, but such wondrous possibilities are out there, and I like wondering, imagining, and writing about it. When it comes right down to it, the story is the people (or aliens) and what they might be able to do. The science or science fiction, is the background, but it has to be believable. I won’t bore you with more Einstein theories. Think about what’s possible or plausible and how much the imagination of writers through the centuries has contributed to science by planting a seed of wonder. for more excerpts and info on all my books, fantasy, western and romance.


How about we tell the readers about your book? Wow! A Sci-fi romance. Intriguing.
What a great cover Larraine. I love it.
How about a blurb
From the atrocities of war a decision was made to save their race and their world. Protection of those of paramount value must be assured by any means. Ships orbiting their planet were built. Only when their planet would not support even war, the last and lowest, the military, were sent to the ships.
From the age of seven when his training began, Jaylon knew only military. Guard duty in the Paramount lounge should have been easy duty though he was warned by his peers to never trust the Paramounts, especially the woman. Many played a game, flirt with military, and report them for punishment for breaches of protocol. His secret assignment, discover the trickster and the method behind the self-moving, sometimes attacking objects.
From the first night, Tieanna caught his attention. She didn’t flirt. She tormented, using a formidable weapon, the truth. Hidden behind the lies, corruption, and betrayal of all but the chosen few, was the Paramounts’ fear, resurrection of the Bastards of Ran. Surely they and their powers were no more than legend. Who could believe in powers of the telepathic mind to healing with the touch of their hands? Jaylon did not. Still, if the belief of the Bastards, and their belief all were equal, revived then too would revolt and treason?
Wow, tempting blurb. Sounds exciting.  How about giving us a little more with an exerept? Love to read it. Don't tell anyone, but I love Sci-fi, too. Here's a space picture for you.
“Meeting closed, dismissed,” the governor said. He quickly amended the order when Jaylon was the first to turn to go. “You stay, trooper.”
Governor Edwrin loosened his collar as he leaned back in his chair. The man was not nearly as pompously formal in private. The change didn’t mean Jaylon cared for or trusted him more. Even informal, he was offensively condescending.
“At rest, trooper.” He waited while Jaylon spread his feet and clasped his hands behind his back. “I want to know what you’re seeing, in your words.”
“I don’t know what you mean…sir.”
“The people, damn it, what do you see in their faces?”
“Fear and curiosity primarily while it’s happening,” Jaylon answered truthfully. “A restlessness when it isn’t. Some of your people appear to have difficulty sleeping. There’s a lot of movement during the night, although much of it does not reach into the lounge, and they exhibit shortness with one another.”
“Go on,” he urged when Jaylon paused.
“I don’t see anything malicious in the incidents. Only two were directed at a specific person, without intent to injure.”
“Didn’t you say you saw fear in some of the faces?”
“From not knowing what’s doing it, not of injury, a condition which would disappear as soon as you release the information on how it’s being done,” he stated, baiting the man.
The governor’s eyes dropped. “Such a disclosure would alert the culprit to the fact we do know.”
Certain they didn’t, Jaylon baited further and said, “Surely knowing how gives you a clue as to who it is by the knowledge they’d need to accomplish it.”
“We have some of the most brilliant minds in the universe on this ship. I can name you ten who are as good in one field as they are in another.”
Jaylon could say the same for more than ten in the trooper’s section. He held the thought and asked, “Why is it being done?”
“Have you ever heard of the Air Dancers?”
One corner of Jaylon’s mouth lifted in reaction. “The Wane King was centuries ago and a fairy tale,” he commented dryly, holding back his opinion of a mythical race of people with the power of making things dance in the air with their thoughts.
“Horror story,” he corrected.
On the verge of saying if any of it was true, the horror was in what was done to those people, Jaylon wisely held his tongue yet again.
“They were the essence of evil,” the governor went on, “using charades and theatrics to control ignorant peasants. If they had not been destroyed, our world would have been far different than it is.”
As far as Jaylon was concerned not much could be worse. Their world didn’t exist anymore. What survivors there were lived on ships with a rigid caste system, the lower classes being controlled by the higher, with fear between castes and within castes, with little to see in the future. Even if they were going to another planet, as Tieann’s words implied, not orbiting their own war devastated one, he didn’t see the Wane King could have done any more damage.
“From the marker you left in the book, I could see you hadn’t gotten far enough to read of the atrocities those witches committed.”
The comment let Jaylon know what had happened to the book they’d never returned to him. He finished the second Tri Ed Tieann sent to him, the one he suspected the governor didn’t have knowledge of since it was delivered during one of the times the guard-eye was out. From it he knew more of the history of the Wane King followers. They had been accused of some atrocities, while the real horrors had been committed against them, not by them.
“Sacrifices and torture,” the governor went on.
The Wanes did not make or advocate sacrifices, human or animal, and the only torture had been done to them. Jaylon, however, did not argue the points made by the governor.
“When they attempted their revolution, any who opposed them were murdered by the thousands, men, women, and children.”
They were murdered by the thousands, again a correction Jaylon did not bother to make. He asked instead, “What do fables have to do with what happened in the lounge?”
“We believe an attempt to revive the Wane King cult is being made, using the sciences to produce false claims of supernatural powers.”
The corner of Jaylon’s mouth twitched again. They didn’t know how it was being done any more than they knew who.
“Greed, trooper, and a desire for power are behind this. We must stop it before whoever it is gets a foothold and more lives are lost because of an ancient religion based on fear and superstition.”
According to the legends he’d read, and heard all his life, it wasn’t a religion. In the simplest terms, it was a race. Though there were many who had adopted their philosophy, they had not possessed the special abilities legend attributed to the Wanes.
“We cannot have this spread to the lower classes; why you have been ordered not to discuss anything you see and why I confiscated the book Tri Ed Tieann so carelessly gave to you. Why she chose that particular volume for a trooper is beyond me. I can think of any number of subjects more appropriate.”
Jaylon didn’t ask appropriate in what way. He knew he wouldn’t like the answer. “She didn’t choose it,” he told him. “It happened to be the nearest to hand when the subject of a trade came up.” Not a lie, it was the top book when she insisted he take at least one of the two.
“Have you made any other trades?”
“No, sir,” he said, not a lie, either. The others had traded; he had not, and the second book had been a gift.
“Good. I believe it’s better if the classes do not inter-relate on any level. They are simply incapable of understanding one another. Any contact can only lead to problems such as occurred on your second night.”
While the problem had been occurring, Jaylon would have agreed without a second thought. He would have believed a Paramount could not have anything in common with anyone in the military, or any other lower class, or have any degree of regard for anyone they considered inferior. Since the assignment he saw things differently. Them, as individuals.
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I'm impressed, Larraine. Thanks so much for joining me today to tell the readers about your book. Leave a comment folks. Do you love Sci-fi as much as we do? And a romance? lol. I certainly do.



  1. Welcome again Larraine, this one is on my TBB list. I do love a good sci-fi. Yummy!

  2. ah, thank you Lorrie. thank you for having me. I love my science fiction. My first book published was a fantasy, so close to science fiction. my second was science fiction. I veered off after that for about five years, but my last two took me back to the genre. thnak you for helping me spread the word.