From "ORBITAL SPAM" - BOOK 3 in the New-Classic Sci-Fi Series In the dark. In bed, thinking about Madelya, beside me... In the dark. In bed, thinking about Madelya, beside me, so warm and silky soft and smooth. I lightly stroke. The darkness hides her smile. Or maybe she isn’t smiling; perhaps she frowns, or regrets. And me? What do I think? Well, there’s a first time for everything. Or first few  times, I suppose. A couple – at least – last evening in the euphoria. Certainly

The remarkably astute organizer of the The Literary Circle Book Club, Maryland, USA, wrote to me... From Geosynchronous Orbit to Maryland, it's not so far... "I recently had the pleasure of reading Cetacean Refrain, and I was truly impressed by the brilliance and originality of your work. The way you blend humor, cosmic curiosity, and inventive storytelling,  from courtroom aliens and philosophical whales to mischievous mind-swappers, makes this collection a refreshing stando

Even on planets a trilli-light years away in the T-Space Continuum, they like their funerals to go with style. ‘Yamiking, the billionaire Great Lady, always wanted to be buried on her birth planet, Morzel.’ So the twin Administrata Regala  of Kalclinn, Inc. told me. ‘As a full-blooded Yuman, she was most determined to have her last wish come true,’ said the one with a blue rinse on her pseudo eye-facets. Fascinating, the way her antennae writhed. Sinuous-sexy sort of rhythm,