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Playlist: Music for a King – What You Are (Audioslave) #Playlist #SciFi #PietasFans

Kayelle Allen 08/08/2021 Music to Write By

Playlist: Music for a King — What You Are

I play What You Are on repeat. It fits the character Wulf as well as Pietas. When I was writing Jawk (the third book in my Tales of the Chosen series) I must have played What You Are about 300 times. I dedicated the original version of the book to Audioslave in thanks for the music. But it fits Pietas because of the line “Now I’m free from what you are.” Listen and you’ll see the progression of freedom in the song.

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Six gazed out at the lake. “I love this place. It’s peaceful here.”

“You say you love it here, but my senses tell me you’re homesick.”

“Well, sure. I miss my family. Don’t you?”

How to answer without a lie? Pietas brushed hair out of his eyes. “I miss what made me sad.”

Six squinted one eye. “How’s that again?”

“When you’re with someone you love, they break your heart. Annoy you. Make you sad. But when you’re away from them, it’s those things that you miss.”

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Bringer of Chaos: the Origin of Pietas
Immortal. Warrior. Outcasts. Traitors took everything. Except their honor.
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What You Are – Audioslave

Song: What You Are
Artist: Audioslave
Album: Audioslave
Copyright: 2002 Audioslave

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Download and print three PDF Bookmarks. The first features Six, the human warrior. The second is Pietas, the immortal warrior. The third is the two, back to back. This drawing is to scale: Six is 6′ (1.8m) tall.
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Oh no. This is going to be trouble. Excerpt from Lights Out #SciFi #MFRWhooks #FreeBook

Kayelle Allen 07/28/2021 Character Insights 6 Comments

From across the bar, Ravenstongue sauntered toward him. "Why you here?"

Tornahdo kicked back in his chair. After stretching out his legs, he crossed his ankles. "Why do you care?"

"Big ops tomorrow. Lights out in ten. Time for you to go home and go to bed."

Behind the bar, the keeper closed up shelves and battened down doors.

"Yeah?" Tornahdo flicked a hand toward the door. "I'll follow you out."

"I'm not leavin'. Didn't you hear? We passed inspection with the highest scores. Got a free night out." Ravenstongue jabbed a finger toward Tornahdo. "But you gotta go home like a good boy."

In no kingdom in the galaxy would that happen.

Ravenstongue lifted two fingers, signaling his cohorts.

The keeper ducked behind the bar while the goons flanked their wannabe boss, imbecilic grins in place.

A pair of demons usually sat on Tornahdo's shoulders. The bad demon laid out strategy while the good demon discouraged action. Tonight, the good demon flipped a middle finger toward Ravenstongue with a not-so-subtle suggestion to kick his ass.

Tornahdo took his time rising, slid his chair under the table. "What did you say?"

"I said, 'You gotta go home like a good boy.'"

Hanging his thumbs in his belt, Tornahdo gave him a slow smile. "Go back to the bar, finish your drink and we'll pretend we're all friends and leave together. This is your last chance for a peaceful end."

"Peaceful." With a scoff, Ravenstongue jerked his head toward Short Goon. "You hear that?"

"Yeah. Maybe we oughta do what--"

Ravenstongue jabbed him with an elbow.

"I mean, yeah! I heard that." He leaned closer to his boss. "We gonna?"

"No, you idiot. Shut your face and back me up."

How did these hotheads enlist? Ghost Corps must have been desperate for bodies. Literally. A fighter's corpse they could reanimate. Which was a sobering thought.

Was that what the corps thought of him?

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My characters may be found in multiple books in my story universe. Pietas images Nik Nitsvetov as Pietas cosplay.

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All Sci-Fi Books Giveaway #Cyberpunk #Dystopian #SciFi #PostApocalypse #Aliens

Kayelle Allen 06/27/2021 Science Fiction Books

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Enjoy some coffee while freaking out the enemy #SciFi #PietasFans #Giveaway

Kayelle Allen 05/14/2021 Sci-Fi Art

Here's an excerpt where Pietas's father has just argued with him about attending peace talks. Pietas is dead set against it.

"You're a storm of ice, Son." The empathic ability of an Ultra generated physical sensations in response to emotions. Some pleasant, others not. Pietas's father shivered as he strolled further into the room. "Opening your shields would convince others you're as deluded as they thought. A shame to be impeached so soon after being elected. Do yourself a favor, and confine your opinions to verbal sharing. Not that you were ever much of a telepath."

How like his father to offer insults as advice. "Why? No one listens. You don't. One wonders how you led our people."

"I listened to the people, not you." Mahikos swung open the carved wooden doors of a tall bar. "You listen only to yourself." No doubt he would soon harp on his favorite topic, peace at any cost.

All it took for Pietas to remember why that was unwise was to see that bar. The finely carved wooden cabinet took up most of one wall, an anachronism, archaic among the sleek and modern lines of the ship. Its beauty evoked the past, a time when Ultra artisans crafted fine designs and took pride in their work.

Before war and human avarice devastated whole planets.