Here’s a brand new excerpt, a peep into chapter four of my SF/Futuristic adventure novel, QUESTOR:
“Wirva has suggested he’d take you to our growing area and show you the variety of plants we produce. You could then decide what you might be interested in. Our elders have discussed your request and they are, in principle, in favor of supplying your needs. We do have surplus food supplies, and when your ship finally arrives, everything will be looked at in detail then.”
“An excellent idea,” Manny said. “But, as I think I mentioned, we’re also very much in need of other supplies, minerals or certain kinds of formed metals and alloys. Would it be possible for us to obtain such items from you? As I understand the information the captain gained from the Mideans, your planet is rich in minerals and you’re very technologically advanced. If I can study what you may have available, I could draw up a list of our requirements. Then, when Questor arrives, we’ll have a proposal prepared.”
“We’ve put aside what you would consider our technological advancement and have no wish to share such knowledge with others. As I explained, we believe each race should make its own journey. However, if all you require are raw materials for the repair of your own technology, then I see no problem. It would be best to discuss such matters with Sernov.”
“Thank you, I’ll do that.”
“What’s the specific purpose of this scouting mission?” Jon queried.
“It’s been suggested we take a look at your crash-site. It’s almost certain the Mideans tracked your craft through the atmosphere and they’ll probably send out a search party. They’ll reach the area soon; the nearest small outpost is about seven hours from here.”
“Is that wise? If you expect them to be at the site, why would you go there on purpose?”
“I’ll be able to learn something from closer contact. It’ll be perfectly safe. We can observe, yet keep hidden. Do you wish to accompany me?”
“Yes. How many others will be going?”
“Just the two of us. It’s safer that way.”
“Oh, I see.” He didn’t really see, but he didn’t want to admit it. Neither did he want to question it.
“I’m just going to talk to Sernov a moment. When I return we’ll leave,” Triena said.
Manny drew Jon to one side. “Be careful, Jon.”
“You heard what Triena said. It won’t be a problem. We can observe the Mideans without being seen ourselves. I’m not sure how, but I’ll try and find out.”
“I wasn’t suggesting you be careful of the Mideans. I was suggesting you be careful around Triena,” Manny warned.
“Come on, Jon. I know you well enough by now to understand when you are…interested. Triena is lovely. I get the impression you’re rather overwhelmed.”
“Manny!” He was about to protest, then suddenly, almost unbidden, he said. “I agree Triena is lovely, but I also think I’m a little afraid of her. There’s something about her I can’t put my finger on it. Sometimes, I feel as if she can see into my mind. In one way, she draws me like a magnet, and at the same time…” How do I explain to Manny when I can’t explain to myself?
“Oh, Jon, you really are in trouble,” Manny said with a groan. “Please be careful.”
Hope you enjoyed this short peak into the story and want to know more:)