*Chapter 1 The Starting Gun* The Merge decade was characterized by frenetic activity in a number of fields including space exploration, as the magic of
What’s a breeder male to do when his hive is invaded by the evil Marauders?
What’s a breeder female to do when, because of those same Marauders, no one wants to buy the artists she prefers to lay?
What’s a worker to do when his Duchess insists that she’s not going to rupture herself laying fighters?
And what are solders to do when their hive spends their time as larva teaching them about art and music? And no one in all of the Trade Group thinks artistic fighters are worth squat?
Kick ass! That’s what they are going to do. But it’s not going to be easy. There aren’t a lot of them and there are a whole lot of Marauders. It will take every trick they learned in art class and a willingness to think about war in whole new ways.
Find out what life is like for a eight-limbed intelligent aliens who live in hives and have all the instincts that we would focus on our own survival and reproduction focused instead on the hive’s welfare. Learn how they think and feel and walk a mile in their carapaces. All while you enjoy a rip-roaring adventure with eight-legged, egg-laying romance no less.
Here is where I put the stuff that has some chance of getting me put on someone’s hit list. Heretical religious views. Social commentary and analysis that might be seen as politically incorrect depending on what flavor of political correctness you happen to hold dear. For instance I have somewhere in the lumber yard of my mind an article defending political correctness. What I ask you could be more politically incorrect than that?
I am still working out the functionality of this site. What I can and can’t do what’s easy and what’s hard. There is a fair