Cover Reveal of KARRIN Warrior Woman

I know I don’t keep my readers as up-to-date as I should on my published books and the ones I’m working on here.  I’ve had several people ask me when Karrin: Warrior Woman would be available. 

  I had hoped to have the last book done in January 2019, but my real job gets crazy during November and December and it’s just now settling down.  Taking over 100 calls a day just sapped the energy right out of me and working on my books wasn’t in the picture.  But, I’m all gung-ho again, and with days off during the Holidays, I am really shooting to get KWW done in January and to my editor by February.  Maybe, sooner.  *crossing fingers*.

To tied you over, here’s the cover reveal for KARRIN: Warrior Woman.  What do you think?  Like? Dislike?  Does it make you want to read the book?

Karrin: Warrior Child left everyone on sort of a cliffhanger. Did Karrin survive her first winter?  What or who was Brownie?  Where did he come from?  What really happened to Lurga?  Unfortunately, you’ll have to read the book to get most of the questions answered.  BUT, I can share with you the unedited version of Chapter One.  It’s 2,662 words. Ready? Let me know what you think in the comments.  I really want your feedback.  Thank you.

Chapter One

“No, Brownie,” admonished a frustrated young woman as, once again, the monkey jerked his line out of the water.  “I told you, you have to wait.  You can’t keep pulling it out of the water.  You’ll never catch any fish that way.”

Brownie glared at her, chittering in anger as he threw his wooden pole to the ground.

Three years ago, the monkey showed up in the blinding snowstorm.  Brownie proved to be an intelligent creature, and Karrin taught him a lot of tricks.  However, he was plain stupid when it came to fishing. He just didn’t have the patience. 

She huffed as she ran her hand through her long, dark, auburn hair.  Spring finally got to her side of Switch.  All winter, Karrin looked forward to her first fishing trip, and now, Brownie was ruining her enjoyment.

Karrin fumed as she sat cross-legged along the bank of the stream, fiddling with her pole.  It was also three years since Lurga’s silver fighter showed up with another Ispepyein warrior flying it.  The third spring since she gave up all hope Lurga Pukani was alive.

In those three seasons, with her new friend/pet by her side, Karrin learned to adapt.  The cave she lived in when Brownie arrived, turned silver from all the Lear ore she kept stashed inside.  Always nervous around the silver metal, Brownie quit coming into the cavern, so she had to find a different one.  But, she had to admit, the recent one was bigger and warmer.

Over the years, Karrin also practiced with her limited powers.  She found that with her mind, she could cut cured furs into thin strips that ended up looking like tough string.  So, when Lurga’s heavy net rotted away, she replaced it with a lighter, easier one for her to use.

And, if she concentrated hard enough, she ‘sensed’ the other animals living around her.  She also figured out how to call them to her.  Instead of setting up snares, she would bring them to her, mentally paralyze them, and knock them on the head with a wooden bat. For some reason, though, that ability didn’t work on fish, so, here she sat, trying to catch dinner.

The young woman leaned back on her hands, eyes closed, face tipped to the bluish sun, savoring the warmth on her skin.  Birds twittered in the trees, and fish splashed in the water.  She smiled to herself.  The winter had been long and hard.  Thanks to Brownie, he’d shown her edible nuts and berries even Lurga didn’t know.  Between Brownie’s foraging and her hunting, they had enough food to live on.  She would never get fat living free off the land, but she wouldn’t starve either.

A shadow flickered across her eyelids.  Her eyes snapped open as she jerked to a standing position.  She ducked under a tree and shielded her eyes with a hand as she scanned the cloudless sky.  Shortly after Tatum took off with Lurga’s fighter, spacecraft started appearing around Switch.  Some of them Karrin identified as Ispepyein fighters, and a few were the round, domed Calen ships, but some she didn’t recognize. 

The Ispepyein and Calen ships frightened her, but the black giant-sized ones scared the hell out of her.  Every time one of those passed overhead, she became so weak, she could hardly breathe or move.  She was sure Tatum told someone about her, and one day, they would come for her.

You haven’t seen a spaceship in two years, she scolded herself. Why are you still so jumpy?  That was a good question.  The vessels may have disappeared, but every once in a while, she’d get these creepy sensations like someone was watching her, spying on her.  Every time, she would turn around, looking for something, but never found anything.  Brownie always looked at her like she was crazy.  Maybe she was. 

Karrin sighed as she swept back long strands of hair off her face, annoyed with herself she forgot to put it up this morning.  Seeing a thin twig on the ground, she wound her hair around it into a bun.  Good.  Now I don’t have to worry about it being in my face all day.

Part of the reason for her grumpiness was IT started again, marking its arrival with the now familiar low cramps and blood on her legs.  Karrin sat down cross-legged and shifted around in discomfort.  The thick pads she wore to stop the blood from staining her clothes felt unyielding and awkward.  She still didn’t understand what IT was all about.  Maybe her body had too much blood and was trying to get rid of it.  IT had barely started when Lurga disappeared, so she had no one to talk to about her problem.  What she remembered from the Contruda was confusing and didn’t pertain to Humans.

Karrin also noticed when IT showed up, she got paranoid.  That’s when her abilities were the most powerful.  IT seemed to affect Brownie too as he would scamper off and hide when she bled.  Sometimes she wouldn’t see her friend for days.  Angry at her body and life in general, she picked up a rock and flung it into the water, venting her frustrations.

Brownie’s loud chattering brought her out of her misery.  He stood next to her, holding out his pole.  Karrin took it from him.  By the twitching of his tails and the wrinkling of his nose, she realized he was getting ready to take off again.

“Fine.  Go,” the irate woman said in a huff.  “Leave me alone.  I don’t care.  I won’t miss you either.”  However, she knew she was lying. 

When her friend did his monthly disappearing act, loneliness overwhelmed her, as if no one cared about her.  Her cave became bigger and empty, and she found it hard to get up in the mornings.  What did it matter?  I have nowhere to go?  Still, she managed to keep going until he returned. 

Her greatest fear was that one day Brownie wouldn’t come back. What would I do then? She didn’t like thinking about the possibility of being truly alone, so she pushed that fear to the back of her mind.  Sometimes it worked, most times it didn’t.

Brownie scampered off on four legs into the woods, in the same direction he went every time.  Karrin followed him once before but couldn’t catch up.  She ran, and walked, for several days.  She even spent a chilly night in a desert and then wound up in some steep hills.  It was from that advantage point she glimpsed a vast lake in the distance.  By the time she made it to the bottom of the first hill, Brownie had run past her, chittering and chattering, headed for home.  Exhausted and unprepared for the long trek, she gave up and followed him back.

However, she always wanted to know where Brownie went because sometimes, he carted or drug stuff back with him.  One time he came back carrying a thin, cloth blanket which reminded her of Lurga’s blankets.  Another time, her friend brought mesh clothing too big for her then but fit her perfectly now, and she wore daily.  Once he showed up with a belt and shiny knife.  The dagger wasn’t silver, but chrome, and never needed sharpening.  They became a permanent fixture of her attire.

Why not follow him today?  This time I’ll be better prepared, and I won’t give up until I find where Brownie’s going.

Suddenly having a purpose, she pulled in her line and leaned both poles against a nearby tree. Karrin picked up the few fish they already caught and ran the short distance back to the cave.  After cleaning them, she wrapped them and some other cured meat into a bundle with her blanket.  In the areas she was familiar with, she would forage berries and nuts along the way.  The parts of Switch she’d never seen before worried her, not knowing what food sources would be available.

She also needed water.  Grabbing a flask of water, Karrin slung it over her shoulder, followed by her bow and arrows.  She didn’t know how useful the bow would be as no matter how much she practiced, she couldn’t hit anything over twenty feet away.  Still, having it with her made her feel safe.  Hefting her wooden club on her shoulder, she stepped outside and briskly walked the way Brownie disappeared into the woods.

The first night Karrin spent in a rock cave, with a small silver fire to keep her warm.  The next day, she picked berries as she traveled until she crossed into the desert.  She journeyed uneventfully, then stopped for the night. Unable to find any shelter, she lit a small fire and curled up in her blanket, the cold air nipping at her nose.  She just fell into a weary sleep when she heard movement and scraping on the rocks.

Snatching her club, she sat up and peered around.  The grinding noise happened again, louder and nearer.  Tightening her grip on the handle, ready to smash whatever came into view, Brownie scampered from behind a boulder, dragging a heavy, long sword.

Karrin dropped her weapon, signing in relief.  “It’s only you.  You scared me, silly.  Come over here and show me what you have.”

Leaving deep gouges in the soft dirt, Brownie drug it over to her, and left it by her side.  He squatted and stared at her as he chittered away.  He was trying to tell her something, but Karrin never understood his gibberish.

“Why, this looks just like the knife you brought back.” Karrin ran her fingertips over the engravings on the sword.  “See, it has the same markings on the blade.  I wonder what they mean.”

Getting no answers from her friend, she got up and patrolled the perimeter of the camp, to make sure something else didn’t lurk in the dark.  Everything Brownie carried back so far indicated people lived on Switch somewhere, and he was stealing from them.  She would find them, no matter how long it took.  Confirming nothing menacing hung out in the darkness, she returned to the fire and lay down.  Excited about meeting people for the first time in several years, she fell asleep, curled around Brownie for warmth.

Karrin traveled at a fast pace for five days before starting up a long, steep slope she knew laid between her and the lake.  That night when she camped, she smelt a hint of water on the breeze. But, it didn’t remind her of lake water. She sniffed the air again.  Saltwater like an ocean, but still different somehow.  Whatever it was, she would find out in the morning.

When Karrin awoke on the sixth day, Brownie was gone.  Frantic with worry, she searched around until she found his tracks in the fresh dew lying on the long grass.  His footprints headed toward the reservoir.  Putting out the fire, and then gathering her stuff, she followed them.  By mid-day, after scrambling up a steep, sandy hill, she stood on the top catching her breath.  She froze in place as her heart jumped into her throat.

The vertical bluff led down to an enormous lake where massive waves crashed ashore.  Close to the shoreline, partially buried in the sand, sat one of the fearful, giant-sized, black ships.

Karrin dropped to her belly.  Lurga’s teachings echoed in her head about being highlighted against the skyline from an opponent’s lower position.  She crawled to the edge, hid behind some thin weeds, and peered down.  As she studied the lay of the land, she realized a high-velocity impact caused the steep hill she’d climbed. The alien ship stuck like an arrow in the middle.  If only I were that accurate with my bow, she mused.

She watched for several minutes.  All she saw were the numerous tracks from her wayward friend, coming and going, and birds wheeling and diving overhead.  A slight movement caused her to shift her gaze to the right.  A slight figure came from around the lake-side of the ship.  It was Brownie, dragging something behind him.

Shaking her head at his penchant for thievery and apparent lack of security, Karrin proceeded down the sheer cliff, sliding on her butt most of the way.  She was making too much noise as sand, and small rocks tumbled down the slope with her.  Unfortunately, she had no choice.  Not being as nimble as her four-legged friend.

Once she came to a dusty stop at the bottom, Karrin notched an arrow in her bow and scanned the area for any trouble.  Seeing none, she advanced toward Brownie and the half-buried spacecraft.  The closer she got, the more the immense size overwhelmed her.

“Wow,” she mumbled as she craned her neck to look up at the black alien ship.  Scorch marks marred most of the hull, some with large, ragged, round holes in the middle.  “I wonder what happened.”

Brownie chirped at her, dropped his prize, and clambered up her legs and body until he was sitting on her shoulder, his tails curled around her neck.  “What did you steal this time, you little thief?” Karrin scolded.  Next to her feet sat a brown and chrome rifle with a glass barrel and a plastic shoulder strap. 

Karrin picked it up, avoiding the buttons on the sides.  Unlike the sword, it was unexpectedly heavy, and she almost dropped it.  Even though she didn’t know how to use the weapon, she didn’t want to leave such a prized possession behind, so she slung it on her unoccupied shoulder.

Firmly gripping her bow, she crept along the side of the ship, following Brownie’s footprints.  The sun glared down on her, the rays bounced off the ebony-colored vessel, making her break out in sweat.  She wiped dripping perspiration from her brow, wishing for a headband.  Constantly scanning the area before and behind her, all she saw were the small tracks left by Brownie in the soft sand which disappeared in the waves washing ashore.

Taking a few more steps, Karrin paused when a ten-foot wide, jagged, hole loomed in front of her.  She squatted and peered around more.  Seeing nothing amiss, she laid down the heavy rifle, dropped her pack, the sword, and her bow.  Tightly gripping the knife, she peeked inside.  Inside was gloomy and stunk of mildew and rotting seaweed from the incoming tides.  Karrin wrinkled her nose at the unpleasant smell.

Brownie chittered in her ear, pointed inside, and rubbed his furry cheek against hers, while he purred.  “I guess that means you want me to go inside.”  He nodded, grinning at her.  “Not yet, okay?”  Eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, a metal grate she took as a floor, ran at a steep angle into the darkness.

She squatted by her pack and rummaged in it until she found a small piece of silver ore.  Taking it out, she dropped it into the deep, black hole.  The rock pinked and clunked as it bounced off objects she couldn’t see.  After a few seconds, the noise stopped with a sharp, echoing thunk.   Jabbering away with excitement, Brownie leaped off her shoulder, landed on a metal beam, and scampered into the dark pit.  His chittering and chattering faded as he raced toward the bottom of the ship then grew louder as he popped up next to her, holding out the silver nugget.

Karrin took it from him and rubbed his soft, furry head.  She peered into the void again.  “What’s down there, Brownie?  Is there anyone alive or any dead bodies lying around?”

Brownie stared at her with his glittering black eyes, quivered his nose at her, jumped back into the spacecraft, and disappeared.  Karrin sighed as she stood gazing apprehensively down the hole.  She was curious to see what the ship contained but didn’t look forward to running across any gory remains.  Clutching her knife tighter, she followed her companion inside.