When the State corrupts rule of law.

The Washington Post recently had an article about a State drug chemist (responsible for various drug tests) was not only a user of the drugs but had been falsifying drug test results which were instrumental in many peoples convictions and incarceration.

The article asks the question about whether the cases for which she provided evidence should be thrown out.

This shouldn’t even be a question.

(Bear with me for a minute, I’m going somewhere with this.) Some years back there was a column in one of the magazines for fans of comics “The Law is a Ass” by Bob Ingersoll, an attorney and public defender. In that column he dissected use of law in comics and along the way gave introductions to the history and reasons behind many of the things we take for granted in law now.

One of those things was exclusionary rules for evidence. This is actually of far more recent vintage than many people realize. As Bob Ingersoll wrote:

For well over one hundred years, the Fourth Amendment existed without the Exclusionary Rule, the rule which makes evidence taken during an unreasonable search and seizure inadmissible at trial. Basically, the amendment depended on the good faith of the government not to violate it for its enforcement. In much the same way–and with much of the same success–that Blanche DuBois depended on the kindness of strangers. Then, in 1914, the Supreme Court of the United States realized that not everyone scrupulously adhered to the Fourth Amendment. Abuses actually occurred. So did sunsets, but not as often.

The Supreme Court ruled that a right without a means to enforce it is no right at all. To remedy this, it enacted by judicial fiat the Exclusionary Rule, as a means of enforcing the Fourth Amendment.

The Exclusionary Rule says the government cannot be allowed to profit, when it breaks the rules with an unreasonable search, so any evidence seized can not be admitted. To use a somewhat simplistic analogy (I like simplistic analogies. If more law school professors used simplistic analogies, I might have passed a few more courses.), the Exclusionary Rule is like calling back a touchdown pass for a holding penalty. The scoring team would not have achieved its goal, but for the fact that it broke the rules. So, rather than allow it to prosper from cheating, the team is penalized by having the play nullified. The Exclusionary Rule was established to enforce compliance with the Fourth Amendment.

In 1961 the Supreme Court ruled that the Exclusionary Rule was applicable on the states through the Fourteenth Amendment of the Constitution. Now, when state or local police conduct unreasonable searches and seizures, the evidence is not admissible at trial.

And that’s where we are here. These cases need to be thrown out to send a loud and clear message of “don’t do that” to prosecutors. And, yes, prohibition against double jeopardy should fully apply.  they cannot be allowed to succeed, to “benefit” from using such poisonous tactics.

The thing many people forget is that the most important aspect of “rule of law” is not punishing the guilty, but protecting the innocent. When people stop believing that their innocence will protect them from the law, that’s when rule of law collapses. That’s why “proof beyond a reasonable doubt”. That’s why prohibition against double jeopardy. That’s why we have trial by jury in the first place, why we have rules on discovery (where the defense gets to see the prosecution’s evidence), why we have all the procedures in place to protect the accused against the vastly greater might of the State.

And that’s why things like this are so very troubling. What it does to society dwarfs even the horrible injustice to the individual falsely convicted on falsified evidence.  It undermines the very concept of rule of law.

Third Annual Indie Labor Day Sale

Thanks to Amie Gibbons for making this happen this year:

It’s that time of year again. The kiddies are back in school, vacations have been vacationed, the season of burned skin is over, and people are getting back into their usual routines.
And you know what that means.

The Third Annual Indie Author Labor Day Sale!

Whether you are eating pumpkin spice everything or counting the days until Halloween, as the nights cool, you’re going to want to check out the latest sales in Sci Fi, Fantasy and Mystery from your favorite indies.


gods defenseThe Gods Defense  
By Amie Gibbons
Sale price: $0.99 from 9/3 to 9/6; $2.99 from 9/6 to 9/9.
Blurb: In a world where the gods and magic have returned, enforcing justice just got a lot more hazardous!

Cassandra Berry is a prosecutor with a problem; the Defendant in her latest case is claiming Dionysus made him do it, and if he wins, defendants across the country will be pulling this excuse in every case. In order to get the god to answer a subpoena, she asks Apollo for help.

But divine favors always come with strings attached…

By Sarah Hoyt


In Avalon, where the world runs on magic, the king of Britannia appoints a witchfinder to rescue unfortunates with magical power from lands where magic is a capital crime. Or he did. But after the royal princess was kidnapped from her cradle twenty years ago, all travel to other universes has been forbidden, and the position of witchfinder abolished. Seraphim Ainsling, Duke of Darkwater, son of the last witchfinder, breaks the edict. He can’t simply let people die for lack of rescue. His stubborn compassion will bring him trouble and disgrace, turmoil and danger — and maybe, just maybe, the greatest reward of all.

sword and bloodcoverfinalSword and Blood
by Sarah Hoyt

The France of the Musketeers has changed. Decades ago, someone opened a tomb in Eastern Europe, and from that tomb crawled an ancient horror, who in turn woke others of its kind.

Now Paris is beset by vampires, the countryside barren and abandoned. The Cardinal has become a vampire, the church is banned, the king too cowed to fight.

Until now, the three Musketeers, Athos, Porthos and Aramis have stood as a bulwark against the encroaching evil, their swords defending the innocent and helpless.

But last night, in a blood mass, Athos was turned into a Vampire. And a young vampire orphan has just arrived from Gascony: Monsieur D’Artagnan.

Things are about to get… complicated.

This book was originally published under the pen name Sarah Marques.

Sword of Arelionsword of arelion
By Amanda S. Green
Sale price: $$2.99

Blurb: War is coming. The peace and security of the Ardean Imperium is threatened from within and without. The members of the Order of Arelion are sworn to protect the Imperium and enforce the Codes. But the enemy operates in the shadows, corrupting where it can and killing when that fails.
Fallon Mevarel, knight of the Order of Arelion, carried information vital to prevent civil war from breaking out. Cait was nothing, or so she had been told. She was property, to be used and abused until her owner tired of her. What neither Cait nor Fallon knew was that the gods had plans for her, plans that required Fallon to delay his mission.

Plans within plans, plots put in motion long ago, all converge on Cait. She may be destined for greatness, but only if she can stay alive long enough.

Dagger of Elanna, Book 2 of Sword of the Gods, coming October 2016.

Yep! This one's mine. It will be coming out later in the month, and you'll see it again as a link. But the cover for this is a fractal starfield and nebula, bought elements of the spaceship and station. I painted the engine flames, the green element under the title, and that was it... So clean and pretty. For my next project, I'll be working on creating my own spaceships so I'm not stuck buying and altering them.
Jade Star
by Cedar Sanderson

Blurb: Jade is determined to die. She is old, and useless, when she points her tiny subspace craft at the cold stars. She wakes up in the care of others who refuse to grant her death, and instead give her a new mission in life.

Jade isn’t happy, and she only gets angrier when she learns that her mysterious new home hides a horrible secret. It’s time for this old lady to kick butt and take names. Aliens, death, destruction… nothing trumps the fierce old woman who is protecting her family.

Big BlueBig Blue 
by David L. Burkhead
Sale price: $2.99

Blurb: When an accidentally detonated nuke from a stolen submarine releases something never before seen, Sea Hawk pilot Lieutenant Steve Pomerantz is sent to investigate. He finds a blue-green monster ten times the size of the largest Tyrannosaurus Rex and seemingly impervious to every weapon in mankind’s arsenal.

Earthquakes in the South Pacific, at a location dubbed as the most remote spot on Earth, raise tsunamis all along the West Coast. Air Force Captain Jamal White, pilot of a C-130 Hercules is pulled off of search and rescue duties to ferry two scientists to investigate. What they find is a new continent arisen from the deep. And on that continent something stirs, bringing terror and madness in its wake.

Two monsters, one from the frozen North Atlantic, one from the remote South Pacific, on a collision course with the survival of mankind hanging in the balance.

Grey Man ChangesThe Grey Man- Changes
By JL Curtis
Sale price: $0.99 from 9/3 to 9/6; $2.99 from 9/6 to 9/9.

Blurb- When Texas Deputy Sheriff John Cronin thwarts the Cartel’s plan to get paid to smuggle Muslims across the border, he becomes the target of the Cartel once again. One try fails, but the cartel isn’t about to give up. With his granddaughter, Jesse, still recovering from her last run-in with the Cartel and now far away with her Marine husband on a military base, Cronin only has to worry about the innocents around him.

One way or another, this old school law man plans to end this cat and mouse game for good. But, this time, the Cartel is playing for keeps; ending this war might just cost the old man his life.
Either way Cronin plans to go out on his feet, fighting tooth and nail.

Empire OneEmpire of the One
By Pam Uphoff
Sale price: $0.99

Blurb: They’d been attacked through a dimensional gate. Now they’ve located the attackers’ world and it’s time for Xen Wolfson to do some hands-on spying. Can he and his fellow spies learn enough to stop an all out war? As “Endi Dewulfe” he infiltrates the High Oner society from the bottom.

By Dave Freer
Sale price: 9/4 8am-7.59pm -99 cents
9/4 -9/5 8pm-7.59am -$1.99
9/5 8am-7.59pm -$2.99
9/5-9/6 8pm-7.59am $3.99

Blurb: Tom is a cat in trouble. The worst possible kind of trouble: he’s been turned into a human. Transformed by an irascible old magician in need of a famulus — a servant and an assistant, Tom is as good at being a servant as a cat ever is. The assistant part is more to Tom’s taste: he rather fancies impressing the girl cats and terrorizing the other toms by transforming himself into a tiger. But the world of magic, a vanished and cursed princess, and a haunted skull, and a demon in the chamber-pot, to say nothing of conspiring wizards and the wickedest witch in the west, all seem to be out to kill Tom. He is a cat coming to terms with being a boy, dealing with all this. He has a raven and a cheese as. sort of allies. And of course there is the princess.

If you were looking for ‘War and Peace’ this is the wrong book for you. It’s a light-hearted and gently satirical fantasy, full of terrible puns and… cats.

Unproven ConceptAn Unproven Concept
By James Young
Sale price: Countdown sale starts at $.99 on 9/5 and ends at $2.75 on 9/12. Concurrent sale on Amazon.co.uk

Blurb: In the year 3050, First Contact goes horribly wrong when the starliner Titanic is set upon by previously unknown aliens. Outnumbered, outgunned, and with their crippled vessel in a decaying orbit around a gas giant, the Titanic’s crew must choose between saving themselves… or saving Humanity.
“This is a space opera that plays out on a grand scale, and Young conducted it with aplomb.” – Pop Cults, the website of Geek and Alternative Culture.

fenrir rebornFenrir Reborn
By Anita C. Young
Sale price: Free from 9/4 to 9/8.

Blurb: Sindri Modulf has been tested many times throughout his long life, but for every feat he has faced, he has artfully dodged countless more with easy humour and a deadly axe. Those well-honed abilities will prove useless when he is faced with one of the greatest challenges of his life; he must bring back a grief-stricken Seer from the edge of catatonia. Unwilling to let the mind of the most powerful woman in 1000 years be ravaged by Empaths and Telepaths, Sindri does something he hasn’t done for centuries: bare his soul.

Feeding the Active Writer

I know, I’ve been horribly remiss in doing these.  The embarrassing truth is that I’ve got enough recipes that I tend to reuse them a lot rather than finding/coming up with new ones.  Just laziness on my part (but that’s part of that whole “active writer” thing).

Anyway, here’s a new one:

super easy slow cooker chili con carne.

I was going to make a meatloaf but turns out we were out of eggs and I just didn’t feel like running to the store. So I came up with this instead. No beans because it’s low carb. Of course, purists will say that beans have no business in chili anyway. 😉

  • 3-4 lbs of extra lean ground beef.
  • 1/2 cup chopped onion (about 1 medium)
  • 1 14 oz can of diced tomato–_undrained_
  • 2 16 Oz jars of medium salsa (hotter or milder to taste)
  • 1 Tbsp chipotle chili powder (again, to taste)
  • 1 Tbsp ground coriander.
  • 1/2 Tbsp oregano.

I would normally add about a Tbsp of ground cumin as well but, again, I was out.

Mix the ingredients in a large mixing bowl. I generally find it’s best to get in with your hands and squish it all together.  Rubber/plastic gloves keeps things cleaner.

Pour the mix in a 4 quart slow cooker.

Cook on low 6-8 hours.

Serve topped with cheese or just like it is.

Big Blue now available for sale.

Two monsters on a collision course with the fate of mankind hanging in the balance.

 Big Blue

A stolen submarine and an accidentally detonated nuke in Baffin Bay releases something never seen before, a monster ten times the size of Tyrannosaurus Rex, seemingly impervious to every weapon in mankind’s arsenal.

Dread Shev’kha

Undersea Earthquakes in the remote South Pacific of ever increasing magnitude, generating massive tsunamis. A new continent arises and on that continent something stirs, bringing madness in its wake.

From the novel:

“Hey, Doc,” Hadfield shouted at him when Damjan arrived. “Soon as we crest this ridge we should see it.”

“Okay,” Damjan said. He looked out through the windshield. Mud covered the ridge in front of them, just like it covered everything else.

The helicopter rose. The crest of the ridge dropped below them. The valley on the far side came into view. On the far slope, leading up to the ridge, something moved.

Damjan’s breath caught in his throat. His mind refused to believe what his eyes told him. The thing, the creature, was immense. A heavy carapace, almost two hundred feet across. Eight long, jointed legs protruded from the sides, like those of some giant spider, stretching another hundred feet to each side. At the front tentacles squirmed from the bottom of a bulbous head. Membranous wings extending from the back of the carapace completed the picture.

Wings? Nothing that big could fly. And even if it could it would need far bigger wings than that. Maybe they helped thermoregulation, like the sail on a Dimetrodon?

“That can’t be real,” Damjan said. “It’s impossible. It should be crushed under its own weight.” He bit down an overwhelming urge to giggle.

The helicopter plummeted, jerking a scream out of Damjan’s throat.

“What the hell?” Hadfield fought the controls. He glanced sideways. “Alex, what the fuck?”

Damjan stumbled in the bucking helicopter. In an instant of calm, he looked at the copilot in the left seat. Alex Keller, the helicopter’s copilot, was shoving hard at the stick, a look of unholy glee on his face.

“Alex, what are you doing?” Hadfield screamed.

“The Dread Lord!” Keller said. He heaved at the stick, causing the helicopter to buck despite Hadfield’s best efforts to keep them stable. “Doom has come. Better. Better to…”

Click on the cover image to get it.

Big Blue Snippet Ten

Story starts here

Damjan woke with a groan. “Who designed these seats? I thought torture was illegal.” He sat up. “Professor?”

Albertson was not in his seat, nor anywhere visible in the aircraft cargo bay. One of the aircraft crew was sitting slumped over a small table, fast asleep.

“Professor?” Damjan called.

No answer.

Damjan stood up and walked to the front of the Aircraft. The door in the side of the aicraft was open, the air-stair extended.

“He couldn’t have,” Damjan said.

Damjan tapped the sleeping crewman, Andoniewicz, on the shoulder. “Hey. Excuse me.”

The crewman opened his eyes and sat up. “Huh? What?”

Damjan waved at the open door. “I think Doctor Albertson has gone loco.”

Antoniewicz scowled for a moment at the open door. “Shit. All right. Let me tell the Captain.”

A few minutes later the two of them crowded into the flight deck along with the two pilots.

“You’re telling me he just wandered off,” White said. “He just opened up the hatch and wandered off.”

Antoniewicz spread his hands. “Sorry, Captain. Article Fifteen me if you want, but I was sitting going over supplies and the next I knew Bankovich was tapping me on the shoulder. I guess I fell asleep.”

“You fell asleep.” White said. “A civvie, with no previous experience in military aircraft, let alone the C-130, gets up, opens the front hatch, lowers the air stair, and wanders into the night because you fell asleep.”

“No excuse, sir.”

White pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. “All right. We’ll deal with that later. As tempted as I am to just leave him out there, Washington would have my ass. So you, Sergeant, are going to take our young friend here and go look for him. You will stay within sight of the airplane at all times. You will take extreme care. You will not get yourself or your companion killed or lost. Am I clear?”

“Yes, sir,” Antoniewicz said.


“Yes, sir.”

Antoniewicz turned and motioned for Damjan to precede him through the door.

“This is just lovely,” White said softly behind Damjan as he left. “Just lovely.”

Antoniewicz followed Damjan out of the flight deck and closed the door. At the open exit to the aircraft. he said, “Wait here.”

Damjan waited. Antoniewicz spun the knob on a locker quickly and soon had it open. He pulled out a vest, which he tugged over his shoulders. He removed several long, curved magazines from the locker and stuck them into pouches on the vest. Finally, he removed a short machine gun, An M4 or M16, Damjan was not sure how to tell them apart, from the locker, snicked a final magazine into the gun, and slung it over his shoulder.

“There’s never a damn Seal around when you want one,” Antoniewicz said as he reached Damjan. “Look, kid, I’m not special forces or anything. They issued this gear after Sheberghan but–” He reached up and patted the wall of the plane. “–I’m just the guy who takes care of this bird. But, I’m the guy who’s here and since I figure the two pilots have to stay with the plane, that means I’m the guy who has to go looking for your boss.” He frowned. “You’re not under the UCMJ, but I think you’ll find in an emergency like this he’s got a lot of authority. Still, there’s limits on what we can order you to do so…”

“I’ll go,” Damjan said. “I’ll do whatever you say. He’s not just my boss. He’s my friend.”

“Good.” Antoniewicz nodded. “Shouldn’t be any problems. We haven’t seen sign of anything living near here. Still, just because we haven’t seen anything doesn’t mean it isn’t there. We’ll take it carefully. I’ve got the carbine, so I’ll lead.” He pulled his helmet onto his head. A light mounted on the right side of the helmet, just above eye level. “Stay close behind me, but not to close. Couple steps maybe. And if you could keep an eye behind us and shout if you see anything, that would be good.”

“I’ll do my best,” Damjan said.

Damjan followed Antoniewicz out of the plane. The heat hit at him like running into a wall. Damjan scowled and looked back at the plane. With the engines shut down since they landed, and thus no air conditioning, the interior of the plane should have been as hot, if not hotter. It was almost as if the heat was in his mind, not his body. He shook the idea off as nonsense. It was hot. Of course it was hot. They had flown probably more than a thousand miles south of Los Angeles. That put them into the tropics. The same clouds that would keep it cooler during the day would hold heat in during the night, keeping it warmer.

The plane had just somehow remained cool in this tropic location. Good insulation? Maybe.

“Any,” he whispered then stopped and swore at himself. He continued in a normal voice. “Any idea where to start first?”

Before Antoniewicz could answer, a scream split the night.


A rap at the door woke Cunningham. He sat up in his bed. “Come.”

Kruger opened the door and stepped into the room. “Sorry to wake you, Admiral, but we just got a report from the Gonzalez.”

Cunningham nodded. The Indiana remained missing, contact long overdue. Wider searches still showed no sign of the Boise. Cunningham believed that Kruger was right; the nuke had destroyed the Boise. But Washington insisted they continue the search.

With the tsunami disaster in the Pacific, the Navy had no other assets to assign him. His battle group, the handful of other vessels he had acquired previously, and the aircraft flying from Thule were all he had to pursue the search.

“All right.” Cunningham held out a hand.

Kruger hesitated a moment. “You’re not going to believe this, sir.”

“After everything we’ve already been through?” Cunningham said. “I think you’d be amazed at what I can believe.”

Kruger shrugged and handed the notepad over. “They sent in Morse, on an odd frequency. One of the intercept techs picked it up.”

Cunningham nodded. He fumbled for a moment for his glasses, then slid them onto his face and looked down at the notepad.



Cunningham looked over the top of his glasses at Kruger. “So we’re faced with semi-aquatic fire-breathing dragons now?”

“Sounds more like a Japanese giant monster to me.”

“I’d like to believe that Commander Smith has lost his mind,” Cunningham stood and reached for his uniform shirt. “But I know Chris. He’s entirely too sane and too mindful of his career to even consider something like this as a joke.” He pulled the shirt on over his arms and began buttoning it. “All right, send out a Hawkeye to locate them. Follow up with someone to pick them up, render aid as needed, and keep an eye on that thing if they can. Have them keep their distance from the creature until we know more, or get orders.”

He sat on the bunk to pull on his trousers. “EMP, huh? We need to see if they have any surviving video because, frankly, when I report this to Higher, they’re going to think I’ve lost my mind.”


Coming soon in Paperback and Kindle.

In the meantime, you might take a look at my recently released fantasy novel, The Hordes of Chanakra:

Click on the cover image to get the book

Big Blue Snippet Nine

Story starts here


One swift slash of the knife in the dim glow of a single lamp. Blood sprayed from the severed carotid artery.

“Sh’fath dulakh k’lathna vah. Djebdu methakha vektha K’t’rahl,” the acolytes of the Dread Lord chanted as Crncevic held up a bowl to catch the spurting blood.

The spurting stopped along with the heart of the sacrifice. The flow of blood slowed to a trickle, then a drip. Crncevic turned to face the wall, holding the bowl of blood before him. A fresh-dried coat of whitewash covered the wall. Gouges through the whitewash at each of the corner formed letters in the script of the Old Ones.

The acolytes continued their chant. “Shev’kha ezekhadja tredzkhan’th. Sh’fath dulakh k’lathna…”

Crncevic lifted the bowl high and stepped toward the wall.
The lamp blinked. Crncevic frowned. The lamp continued to blink. Crncevic turned to the acolyte at the front of the group and held out the bowl. “Continue the ritual.”

The acolyte bowed and took the bowl. Crncevic strode to the door of the small room, sparing a glance for the corpses, each with their throats slashed, piled in the corner.

In the hallway outside the room, Crncevic removed the hood and mask that covered his head. He stripped off the polyethylene rain suit and nitrile gloves. A quick glance showed no trace of blood on his priest’s garb.

With a sigh, he opened the door to the stairwell and climbed from the basement where the Order’s work proceeded to the ground floor where their public face waited.

“Father!” another acolyte, who had remained here to tend the lost and wounded that came to them, called as he entered the main foyer of the abandoned building in which they had set up housekeeping, “I was just about to call you.”

Crncevic looked from the acolyte to the two police officers who stood in the doorway.

“I’m sorry, Father,” one of the policemen said, “but could you come with us, please?”

“Is there a problem?”

The officer shook his head. “One of the search teams found someone and, well, he asked for a priest. I remembered you setting up an aid station here and…”

“Of course, Officer. Let me get my things.”

“Thank you, Father,” the officer said. “Truth is, I don’t think that guy’s going to make it.”

Crncevic forced a friendly smile to his face. “Then we had best hurry.”

Crncevic collected his bag, which contained the things a priest would have in ministering to the sick and dying. He pulled on a jacket against the chill outside then extended his hand toward the door. “Shall we?”

A big SUV with police insignia stood in the street, its engine running. One of the officers opened the back door for Crncevic and he climbed in. The two officers got into the front seats. “Shouldn’t take long, Father.”

Crncevic said nothing as the police officers pulled out. He ran his hand over his bag while affecting a serene expression while inside he wanted to scream. Two days. The pause before the final rise of K’t’rahl had continued for two days. It was time to receive the Dread Lord’s word. He should have been there to complete the ritual. Instead, the charade forced upon the order required he be here instead.

Very well, he would give that doomed fool his Last Rites, but in his heart he would dedicate his soul to Dread Shev’kha, one more to prepare for the rise.


“Negative,” White said. “Procedure is to stay with the plane.”

The white strip was as smooth as it looked, a perfect runway. The only difficulty on the landing had been the crosswind.

“But how are we going to find where we are without a search?” That scientist, Albertson, had been the loudest voice insisting on going out “exploring.” White would have expected the younger one, Damjan, to be the reckless one.

“We stay with the plane,” White said. “The Air Force, Coast Guard, Navy, whoever, will be looking for us when we don’t come back. And the plane is a much easier target to spot than a few people wandering around. We…stay…here.”

“Captain’s right,” Damjan said. “Here we’ve got shelter, food–we do have food, right?”

White nodded.

“Water,” Damjan continued, “everything we need to stay safe. Safe is good. And this plateau is high enough that if another tsunami comes through….”

“All right, all right,” Albertson said. “I still think we should go take a look.” He stabbed a finger down at his laptop computer. “I’ve searched. I drew a circle that marked as far as we could possibly have gone. There’s nothing like this island in it anywhere.” He stopped, then pointed at White. “Have you ever been to Hawaii?”

“Sure,” White said. “Took my wife there for our honeymoon.”

“This island is bigger than Lahaina, almost as big as Moloka’i.” He spread his arms, indicating the island around them. “Do you think we’d miss something like that? This is impossible, utterly and completely impossible, yet here it is. And you’re saying not to even go look at it?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” White reached forward and closed the cover of Albertson’s laptop. “We wait for rescue.”

Albertson threw his hands in the air then let them drop to his lap. “I’ve got to get out there.”

White shook his head. “Not going to happen.”


The Seahawk seemed determined to end up in the sea.

“Not gonna happen,” Pomerantz said as the Seahawk bucked. He picked up a bit more altitude then shouted, “Geoff? Our friend?”

“Still following us,” despite Torgersen’s shout, without the intercom Pomerantz could barely understand him over the noise of the helicopter. “We’ve put some distance between us but he’s still coming.”

Pomerantz swore. That glowing stuff the creature had shot or spit or breathed at them had done a number on the engine. The Seahawk was barely staying in the air. He should have simply zipped back to the ship leaving the lumbering beast far behind. Instead it was a race, a race they seemed to be winning at least.

The smoke trail behind them thickened. The Seahawk slowed and began dropping again.

“Damn.” Pomerantz could hear the rotor slow. He eased up on the collective to try to slow their descent.

“Charlie? Any ideas?” He waved at the dead instrument panel and muttered. All of the electrical displays were cold and blank. “Stupid glass cockpit. Stupid upgrade. Give me my instruments back.”

“I’m guessing oil,” Rodriguez said “She’s not going to last much longer.”

Pomerantz spared a glance backward. The creature was wading after them, waist deep now. Ahead? There was the Gonzalez, looking more beautiful than Pomerantz could ever remember.

“Trailing smoke, limping back, followed by a monster. Think they’ll know something’s wrong over on the Gonzalez?”

“They’d better,” Rodriguez shouted back.

Pomerantz adjusted the engine controls, trying to coax a little more power out of it and eased the collective a little farther upward. The Seahawk shuddered but climbed. He looked down at the waves, still closer than he liked. Hard to judge how fast they were going over water. Not very.

Ahead, the crew on the destroyer had apparently spotted them and began to turn in their direction.

“Looks like momma’s coming to get us,” Pomerantz said. The pitch of the engines’ whine increased. Pomerantz frowned and looked up. Rotor speed seemed to be about the same. He cursed. “Not the transmission too. Come on, baby, hold together just a little more.”

Next to Pomerantz, Rodriguez leaned forward. “Flags on the deck. I think someone’s trying to signal us.”

“Get the glasses,” Pomerantz said. “See what you can see.”

“On it.” Rodriquez opened the case that held a pair of binoculars, used for Search and Rescue, occasionally on recon missions. He peered through them at the destroyer. “That’s Baker waving the signal flags. He’s…he’s signaling us to port.”

“To port? Why?”

“I think he’s saying to get out of their line of fire.”
Pomerantz stared at the Gonzalez. The turret for the five inch gun swiveled in their direction. The barrel rose. “Oh shit!”

He pulled hard on collective and cyclic sticks while pressing on the left pedal, coaxing all the speed he could get out of the crippled helicopter in a hard left turn.

Seconds later, the helicopter lurched and dropped in response to the air sucked away by the passage of the five inch shell.

“Jesus! Fuck!” Geoff’s scream came from the rear of the helicopter even over the noise of rotor and engines. “God damn! What the fuck was that!”

“Incoming” Rodriguez shouted back. “Hang on.”

Pomerantz fought the helicopter’s controls, struggling to maintain altitude while running farther out of the way of the incoming shells.

The Gonzalez fired again. Again, the helicopter lurched, less strongly this time as they were farther from the projectile’s flight path.

“Geoff!” Pomerantz shouted. “How about our friend? Are they hitting? Is it doing anything?”

Two more shots. Two more lurches, the second little more than a bump. Torgersen stuck his head up from the rear. “They’re hitting. A monster that size? How could they miss. Doesn’t seem to be doing anything though.”

Another burst of the glowing vapor streaked past them, this one not directed at them. It splashed against the front of the Gonzalez. Flames broke out on the decks of the destroyer. Torgersen dropped back into the rear compartment of the helicopter.

Cold clutched at Pomerantz’ gut. “Shit.”

The captain on the Gonzalez was clearly thinking fast. The ship launched a Tomahawk which streaked past them toward the monster.

“That gave him pause!” Torgersen shouted from the rear. “He’s stopped.” A moment later he stuck his head forward again. “He’s swimming south. I guess he didn’t like that last one.”

Pomerantz shook his head, looking at the burning destroyer. “Or maybe he just didn’t care.”

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Big Blue Snippet Eight

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“I do not believe this,” Lieutenant Junior Grade Steve Pomerantz brought the Seahawk around for another pass at the giant, dinosaur creature. He loved reading about dinosaurs as a kid but this thing? This thing was ten times the size of a T Rex. It walked mostly upright, like the kids’ books had shown and not with the stretched out posture scientists later decided T Rex and similar theropods used.

“You’ve said that,” his copilot, Ensign Charlie Rodriguez, said.

The creature ignored them as it continued to stride through the Canadian countryside. Every few steps it would stop, turn one way, then another, almost as if it were searching for something.

So far, the creature ignored them.

“That’s a big sucker.” Pomerantz turned the helicopter sideways, giving Geoffrey Torgersen, the sensor operator, a good look with the extra cameras installed on the bird.

“That, too, you have said.” Rodriguez laughed.

“Getting a good look, Geoff?”

“Good enough that we should be collecting a check from Toho.”

“Toho?” Pomerantz asked.

“Make all those giant monster movies,” Torgersen said. “Although we really need to be in Tokyo for this.”

Pomerantz laughed again. “All right. I’m going to see if I can get in closer for the next one.”

“Recommend you maintain distance,” came in over the radio from the Gonzalez.

“I think we’re good,” Pomerantz replied. “That creature isn’t fast. Can’t be at that size, I expect. I’ll stay well out of reach.”

“Understood. Be careful.”

Pomerantz turned sideways to the creature then, with deft motions of cyclic and collective stick, edged closer to the creature.

“Damn, that thing is huge!” Torgersen said as the helicopter approached to within two hundred meters of the creature.

Pomerantz made another adjustment to the controls, bringing the helicopter to a stop relative to the creature. He hovered in front of it, just edging away as it stepped forward.

“It’s looking at us,” Torgersen said.

The creature lumbered toward them, picking up speed. Pomerantz danced the helicopter away, keeping a steady distance.

“Um, Lieutenant?” Torgersen said. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this. Think we’ve got enough pictures maybe? I’ve got a gig’s worth of video back here.”

“Charlie?” Pomerantz said.

“I agree, Steve. Time to boogie.”

The creature opened its mouth, emitting a roar that, from that distance struck like a wall of sound. Then, from the creature’s mouth streamed a jet of glowing vapor. The jet passed just in front of the helicopter.

Pomerantz felt a wash of heat as the jet passed. A shockwave caught the helicopter and tossed it up and back. the instrument panel lit up with warning lights and alarms.

“Fire! Fire! Fire!” Torgersen cried.

“Charlie!” Pomerantz cried as he fought to regain control of the helicopter. Oil pressure was all over the place just before the display winked out Sensor, or…? Rotor speed? No way. They’d be falling like a rock. He glanced up. The rotor seemed to be spinning at a normal pace. The sound seemed to be right. Sensors then.

Other displays started to shut down.

“Gonzalez,” Pomerantz shouted into the radio, “That thing shot, or spat, or something at us. Electrical systems…” He glanced at the radio. No lights. No indicators. Nothing. Turned off? He punched the switch. Still nothing. “Fuck.”

“Charlie? He shouted.

“I’m good,” Rodriguez responded, his voice muffled despite his shouting over the noise of the damaged helicopter. No intercom. “Fire suppression system out. Geoff got it with the handheld.”

“Right,” Pomerantz shouted back. “We are so out of here.”

What had just happened? Pomerantz wanted to believe it was not real, was a hallucination. But a crippled Seahawk told a different story.

Next Installment


Coming soon in Paperback and Kindle.

In the meantime, you might take a look at my recently released fantasy novel, The Hordes of Chanakra:

Click on the cover image to get the book