TGIF! It gives me great pleasure to have Kayelle Allen back on my blog with her story, Forge In Fire, Bringer of Chaos. She's sharing with us a little incident that happened to her after adopting two little cats, and get this....I love their names! AC and DC! LOL She also shares a scene from her book, between the hero of her story and his pet panther, Kitty.
Thank you for the invitation to be on your site today, sharing with your readers. I want to share a favorite scene with my hero and his panther "kitty" and tell you about my own experience with a big black kitty.
My husband and I adopted two adorable little cats, a pair of brothers. They were mostly black with tips of white on their paws and nose. They were real livewires so we called them AC and DC.
One day while I was emptying the kitchen trashcan, one of them leaped on top of the can's rim. He was balancing there when I came in, peering down into the empty can. I thought it would be funny to sneak up and scare him.
I tiptoed up behind the cat - I never knew which one it was - and when I was directly behind him, touched him on the tail.
The next thing I knew, that cat had leaped straight up into the air, slipped into the trash can, and climbed his way out. Straight up my body.
He ran and hid. I ran and tended to my bleeding everything.
When I finally put myself together, I went looking for the cats. They were cuddled in a sunny corner and both of them stared at me with supreme indifference. Because I could not see anything but a blur, I never knew which of the little miscreants had clawed me. I know I had it coming. That was a dumb thing to do.
All of us learned a lesson. Theirs was that I would back down if they kept a united front. Afterward, I pictured them doing a kind of cat "high-five" and sharing an evil snicker. My lesson was never to sneak up on a cat.
Now, here's a story about my immortal king and his panther.
OMG, that is funny. I was surprise the kitty didn't hear you sneaking up on him. My cats have 'bionic' ears. LOL
Tell us a little about Bringer of Chaos: Forged In Fire.
About Bringer of Chaos: Forged in Fire
When the immortal Pietas is marooned on a barren world with no food and few survival tools, he knows it could be worse. He could be alone. But that's the problem. He's not.
Half a million of his people sleep in cryostasis, trapped inside their pods and it's up to Pietas to free them. He can't release one at a time. It's all or nothing. He's facing over five hundred thousand hungry, thirsty, homeless immortals who will call on him for rescue and he has no way to answer.
It's not all bad. The beautiful telepathic warrior he's loved for lifetimes is at his side. He's bonded with a sentient panther. He hates humans but the one dumped on this planet with him has become a trusted friend.
Before Pietas can build shelter, figure out how to grow food, or set up a government, he must take back command from a ruthless enemy he's fought for centuries. His brutal, merciless father.
Immortals may heal, but a wound of the heart lasts forever...
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I already have this book on my TBR list and each time I read a post from Kayelle about the book, it makes me want to skip all the other TBR books to this one and read it. Tell us the scene, Kayelle, between Pietas and Kitty.
Excerpt from Bringer of Chaos: Forged in Fire
In this scene, Pietas, the immortal king, is heading down a long hill to join his people. Only a day before, he'd formed a telepathic bond with Tiklaus, the alpha of a tribe of sentient panthers.
Halfway down the twisting trail to the pods, Pietas came upon a stubby, leafless tree. As he got closer, the thickest lower branch revealed a panther stretched out atop it, chin on paws. The majestic animal regarded him with supreme indifference, yet a clear challenge.
He halted, recognizing Tiklaus. As he would with any sentry, he maintained military protocol and kept his distance. The panther tribe deserved no less honor than any of his troops.
"Pietas, requesting permission to pass."
The cat gave him a serene blink and sniffed in his direction. The telepathic link they'd shared before re-engaged without effort. This time, a barrage of impressions flooded his mind.
Fight. Pain. Cage. Pain. Fight. Hunger. Thirst. Pain. Fight. Pain.
Pietas reeled under the psychic impact. He stumbled back and bent at the waist, sickened. These immortal animals had endured cruelty beyond measure even before they'd been caged and shipped away as unwanted cargo. Their captors hadn't put them in stasis during transit. They'd been caged. Tormented. Ignored. Starved.
"Keep them hungry," echoed through his mind. One human had fed and watered them too little, too late. When he ventured too close to the cages, they took him down together, tore out the man's throat to silence him, ripped him apart, then dragged chunks of him through the bars of their cages and feasted. The connection was so strong between himself and the cat, Pietas smelled the blood, tasted the flesh.
He choked back bile. He, who had once bitten chunks off a hated, vile enemy.
For killing the human, the tribe had been punished the rest of the trip.
Pietas could count the means of death he feared on one hand. Being eaten by panthers went straight to the top. Not even an Ultra could come back from that. Perhaps consuming Ultras was what the tribe had been created to do.
Once on Sempervia, the panthers had been scattered, abandoned, each dropped in a different location and left to fend for itself. Tiklaus had been released in a forest near Pietas.
The panther had watched him. Waited. The entire tribe had made its way here, to this place.
No. Not just here.
Why? How? He hadn't known he'd be here himself.
Through their connection, Tiklaus revealed an image of Pietas in a clearing, head back, arms outstretched, mouth open in a silent scream.
It had happened the night he'd learned the truth of how Ghost Corps made ghosts. Needing time alone, he'd stormed off into the trees and released a howl of empathic rage.
Unintentionally, he'd alerted his people he was near. Alive. One confessed later, "It woke us all up. Even across a mountain range. I think the whole world felt that."
The morning after, he'd encountered Tiklaus and they'd touched each other's minds for the first time. Panther and Ultra bonded.
That howl had alerted the other panthers as well.
Tiklaus, was the tribe sent here to eat Ultras? Or...me?
The connection shut. The panther rested one front paw over the other, somber and silent. It half-closed its green eyes.
Wow, what a powerful descriptive scene! I love it. Thanks for sharing with us. Now, let's find out a little more about Kayelle.
Kayelle Allen writes Sci Fi with misbehaving robots, mythic heroes, role playing immortal gamers, and warriors who purr. She's a US Navy veteran who's been married so long she's tenured.
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Thanks so much, Kayelle, for stopping by. As always, I enjoy reading your excerpts from this book and look forward to reading it. I wish you great success with the book.
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