Maow and *squee*! WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS was #3 today on Siren-BookStrand's top seller's list. Moi only discovered this happy event because of a Google Alert, which linked to ~ Moi's little tiptoe secret...she doesn't check sales, the bad news being too devastating, if it is bad news...better to simply keep paw-penning on the next story whatever the current results. Too much depression is not good the Kougar's writing brain and sensibilities.
Just for the Big Cats eyes ~ from one of the Kougar's wip's ~
The Ken Doll Murders Weren’t Kinky
Heroine: Detective Sorza Krysty Wandcorp
Hero: Leader One Zyec Draiden of the Votroque
Earth Year 2051
Pluto Colony City, Morbbeus
The Ken Doll Murders Weren’t Kinky
Heroine: Detective Sorza Krysty Wandcorp
Hero: Leader One Zyec Draiden of the Votroque
Earth Year 2051
Pluto Colony City, Morbbeus
Someone was removing the genitalia of men, Earth humans. So far it was no great loss – except to the men, of course.
Alone, Detective Sorza Wandcorp assessed the scene. Remaining still, she used her physical senses and her notorious sixth sense. First.
Three of them lay like corpses, sprawled on the cobblestone courtyard, completely nude. They had been loosely placed in a triangle behind the intimate jazz club – the area currently lit by the full brilliance of their one sun satellite.
On Pluto that meant the constant darkness was now illuminated as if strong streetlights shone – like the ones surviving in the remnants of New York City, Earth. Only here there was a red jewel tint to the darkness.
A gut hunch had brought Sorza to this part of the metropolis. Then the connect-in, anonymous – probably from inside the artsy slick jazz club – had appeared on her palm mobile – just as she stepped out of her low-flight, regulation vehicle. Not thirty steps from this eerie curious scene.
"Damn on Hades," she muttered, scowling. He’s on his way. Moving closer she scanned the scene slowly with the CSI wand – a high tech recording of evidence, a vid of sight, smell, sounds. Nothing much registered.
"Sterilized?" Junior Detective Illy Merlincorp asked, stealth moving beside her superior
"New method, I think," Sorza answered, pulse-aware of Illy’s panther scent. "Sniff around. It won’t ruin any evidence now."
"They look like dolls. Life size dolls. You know like life size Ken dolls." Illy moved toward the inanimate bodies, her investigative senses on fierce.
"Ken dolls?" Sorza heard the EMT truck whirr to a quick stop, the footsteps toward them.
"Neutered plastic doll popular mid to turn of the century Earth. Barbie’s boyfriend." Illy trilled a short giggle then knelt down, x-ray exploring one body.
"Barbie was a nun?" Sorza asked, having not a clue – but the Junior Detective wasn’t going to answer. She was huntress absorbed. Neutered. That’s what I need done to him. Surgically polished to smoothness...
I heard that! Sweetheart.
Sorza refused him an answer. "Captain, I want every particle collected before you attempt reanimation. – Not here. No use traumatizing them further."
"Aye, aye, Detective Wandcorp," Captain Rhandy called back. "You think they want to be reanimated without their dicks?" He chuckled at himself.
"The shock alone would kill me again," one of his men agreed.
"Yeah, except their weiner dicks are worthless. Peein’s about all they can get done."
Alone, Detective Sorza Wandcorp assessed the scene. Remaining still, she used her physical senses and her notorious sixth sense. First.
Three of them lay like corpses, sprawled on the cobblestone courtyard, completely nude. They had been loosely placed in a triangle behind the intimate jazz club – the area currently lit by the full brilliance of their one sun satellite.
On Pluto that meant the constant darkness was now illuminated as if strong streetlights shone – like the ones surviving in the remnants of New York City, Earth. Only here there was a red jewel tint to the darkness.
A gut hunch had brought Sorza to this part of the metropolis. Then the connect-in, anonymous – probably from inside the artsy slick jazz club – had appeared on her palm mobile – just as she stepped out of her low-flight, regulation vehicle. Not thirty steps from this eerie curious scene.
"Damn on Hades," she muttered, scowling. He’s on his way. Moving closer she scanned the scene slowly with the CSI wand – a high tech recording of evidence, a vid of sight, smell, sounds. Nothing much registered.
"Sterilized?" Junior Detective Illy Merlincorp asked, stealth moving beside her superior
"New method, I think," Sorza answered, pulse-aware of Illy’s panther scent. "Sniff around. It won’t ruin any evidence now."
"They look like dolls. Life size dolls. You know like life size Ken dolls." Illy moved toward the inanimate bodies, her investigative senses on fierce.
"Ken dolls?" Sorza heard the EMT truck whirr to a quick stop, the footsteps toward them.
"Neutered plastic doll popular mid to turn of the century Earth. Barbie’s boyfriend." Illy trilled a short giggle then knelt down, x-ray exploring one body.
"Barbie was a nun?" Sorza asked, having not a clue – but the Junior Detective wasn’t going to answer. She was huntress absorbed. Neutered. That’s what I need done to him. Surgically polished to smoothness...
I heard that! Sweetheart.
Sorza refused him an answer. "Captain, I want every particle collected before you attempt reanimation. – Not here. No use traumatizing them further."
"Aye, aye, Detective Wandcorp," Captain Rhandy called back. "You think they want to be reanimated without their dicks?" He chuckled at himself.
"The shock alone would kill me again," one of his men agreed.
"Yeah, except their weiner dicks are worthless. Peein’s about all they can get done."
Three angel kisses from the Kougar...
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