A novel by Amy Lee
U.S.: $14.95 U.S.
U.K.: £12 GBP
Fantasy/SciFi at it’s finest? Well, not exactly. Fantasy/SciFi at its most hilarious, snarky, smarmy, rollicking, smart-ass wildest? Definitely. Meet the crew of the short-jump cargo ship Moon Maid: Captain Flo, born from generations of Space Traders, former military Peacekeeper— and running away from both; first mate Rosie, who keeps Flo from killing all of them; engineer Donna, who can read people’s minds (which is why she prefers engines); and Flo’s unofficially adopted daughter, Martha: weapons expert, video star, and all-around dogsbody (just don’t call her that because she’s a cat-like humanoid who prefers her species name, Kit-Teh). Join them as they work to emancipate Pete, the beautiful, blue, plant-based Girl in the Golden Chair from the rich but shallow and loathsome King Horrible on a journey from the Outer Rim to the rich, snobby Inner Planets. Along the way, there are:
- run-ins with the Kurl, a species of talking, sentient, blood-sucking leeches whose bite leaves you happily buzzed and stoned;
- Piggles – awful creatures whose terrible farts can be used to fuel space stations (if only there was a way to collect them);
- the mysterious, dangerous Madam Nebulosa, queen of the Inner Planet fashion world and sponsor of the wildly popular “Galactic Fashion Runway Stars” show;
- bounty hunter Captain Clint Enormous of the ship the Testosterone Tank; and
- a cadre of characters with names like Booger, Lord Mungo the Merciless, Majordomo/Majordumbo, and Melliphant Murmur.
It’s a light-hearted, funny, escapist fantasy that keeps you reading with more twists and turns than a red licorice stick.
Coming soon: Kindle version and large-print edition
$14.95
Widowed 66-year-old lawyer Walter Tapley hires a high-priced Manhattan “escort” but not why you think. All he wants is to talk about What It All Means: life, love, sex, work. Before their weekend’s over, they’ll discuss Peekytoe crab, the 400-year history of Washington Square Park; Dylan’s Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan album cover; the Staten Island ferry; Realdo Colombo’s greatest discovery; the hotel room in Diamonds and Rust; what percentage of the 3.5 billion women on earth have decent sex; the Triangle Shirtwaist Fire; the Sexual Revolution (and What Went Wrong); Nathan’s Coney Island hotdogs; Cro-Magnon love; what Moses saw from Mt. Nebo and why that Promised Land deal might have given him Buyer’s Remorse; the two kinds of Ferris wheels; and more… just no sex scenes.
About the author: O. G. Salli is the pen name of a person who dislikes the “they” pronoun, and prefers to be described alternately and randomly sometimes as “he” and sometimes as “she.” Awkward as it may be grammatically, “he/she” believes his/her gender and orientation are not only irrelevant, but basically nobody’s business. So be it, then.