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The Backworlds is here!

The first story in the Backworlds series by M. Pax. A vision of how humanity might colonize the galaxy some day in the distant future.

The Backworlds

After the war with Earth, bioengineered humans scatter across the Backworlds. Competition is fierce and pickings are scant. Scant enough that Craze’s father decides to hoard his fortune by destroying his son. Cut off from family and friends, with little money, and even less knowledge of the worlds beyond his own, Craze heads into an uncertain future. Boarding the transport to Elstwhere, he vows to make his father regret this day.

Available from: Amazon / AmazonUK / Smashwords / Feedbooks

Other links to more outlets can be found at either Wistful Nebulae or MPax

The Backworlds is an ebook and a free read. All formats can be found at Smashwords and Feedbooks.

It’ll take a few weeks to work its way down to free on Amazon Kindle. It will also be available on B&N and iTunes. Sign up for M. Pax’s mailing list to be notified the day it does go free on Amazon, and when the book becomes available at other outlets. You’ll also receive coupons for discounts on future publications. NEWSLETTER

M. Pax’s inspiration comes from the wilds of Oregon, especially the high desert where she shares her home with two cats and a husband unit. Creative sparks also come from Pine Mountain Observatory where she spend her summers working as a star guide. She writes mostly science fiction and fantasy, but confesses to an obsession with Jane Austen. She blogs at her website, www.mpaxauthor.com and at Wistful Nebuae. You’ll find links there to connect on Twitter, Goodread, FB and other sites.

The sequel, Stopover at the Backworlds’ Edge, will be released in July 2012. It will be available in all ebook formats and paperback.

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Photo courtesy of Mary Shipman.

Here’s the photo prompt for #Friday Fictioneers. Thanks Madison, for starting and continuing this wonderful writing prompt. Please visit her site and check out all the other Friday Fictioneers. Here’s my 100 word take on the photo:

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They swirl through me, relentless in their quest. Shutting them out is not an option.

They know what I am.

I glance at the gap in the wall. Ten sets of small human bones, and they call me a monster. Sometimes I hate this gig. “Anybody know an Abbey?” A sharp pain in my temple. “Not Abbey, Abigail?”

“Yes, that’s my daughter’s name. Is she…here?”

“Yes. She says she’s sorry she skipped school that day. She loves you.”

Closure, now she can move on. I extend my black wings against the light of ascension, the young always go up.

The guard jerks my chain. “None of that Demon. I like to see you burn.”

Like I said, I hate this gig.

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Here’s the photo prompt for #Friday Fictioneers courtesy of Madison Woods. Thanks Madison, for starting and continuing this wonderful writing prompt. Please visit her site and check out all the other Friday Fictioneers. Here’s my 100 word take on the photo:

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It turns, a constant twisting, sharp spikes protruding. Whatever draws near, it injures, indiscriminate in its actions, equality in pain., not a goal but a result.

“Keep your distance.” It shouts, barbs glistening for all to see. A warning advertised, not hidden away.

Subterfuge all.

Look hard, beyond the defenses, see truth peering out; blue-eyed and blonde. A rough gemstone, previously injured, secured behind prison walls of her own making.

She is dear and precious. Reach beyond her barbed defenses, set her free with your love.

She waits.

Are you willing?

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Here’s the photo prompt for #Friday Fictioneers courtesy of Madison Woods. Thanks Madison, for starting and continuing this wonderful writing prompt. Please visit her site and check out all the other Friday Fictioneers. Here’s my 100 word take on the photo:

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“It’s happening! Grab the cup.” The Priestess said, knowing The Tears of Aramaya only flow once a cycle, renewal and rebirth.

The acolyte, head bowed, lowered the chalice beneath the sacred root bulb.

“Plunk, Plunk, Plunk.”

He collected them until the flow stopped, turning to her, cup upraised. “Drink my mistress, and let us renew the world.”

She gripped the chalice, her hands over his, and drank the waters of life.

Once drained, she drew him near, for she held the water, he the seed. Looking at the youth of his body, she thanked the Goddess old Germaine had died two months back. She took her duties seriously, but some tasks proved harder than others.

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Here’s the photo prompt for #Friday Fictioneers courtesy of Madison Woods. Thanks Madison, for starting and continuing this wonderful writing prompt. Please visit her site and check out all the other #Friday Fictioneers. Here’s my 100 word take on the photo:

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“That’s where it lives.”

Gran’s words echo through my head as I stare at the decrepit old truck down the hill.

“It’s the ‘tween times you needs to worry ’bout, evenin’ and mornin’. That’s when it comes out.”

I glance over my shoulder, the sun just a glow on the horizon.

I step toward the truck and place my hand on the pitted metal hood. Gran’s locket laced through my fingers. cool like her body’d been this morning.

I close my eyes and bow my head. Ready to meet the other half of the family, ready to make the Changeling’s Choice.

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Here’s the photo prompt  for #Friday Fictioneers courtesy of Madison Woods. Thanks Madison, for starting and continuing this wonderful writing prompt. Please visit her site and check out all the other #Friday Fictioneers. Here’s my 100 word take on the photo:

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The scouts had been correct. The new world was hospitable.

They chopped, clearing a swath of land for the homestead, the tuberous trees falling easily to the warm ground.

In other areas, they cordoned off sites for drilling. The life blood of this new world, waiting to sustain them, within reach just below the surface.

Soon, the colony would be established, procreation initiated, population exploding. Such was the way of their parasitical existence, always moving, searching out strange new worlds to colonize and use.

Canine base Bobby-Sue-One would be up and operational within minutes.

“That’s one small step for a flea, one giant leap for flea-kind.”

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Here’s the photo prompt  for #Friday Fictioneers courtesy of Madison Woods. Thanks Madison, for starting and continuing this wonderful writing prompt. Please visit her site and check out all the other #Friday Fictioneers. Here’s my 100 word take on the photo:

Pads raw, nails pulled back and bleeding, she stooped peering out at the world beyond. A small hole, a gap really, yet her everything. She inhaled the air, fresh and flowing, revelling in the wonder of it.

Simple things appreciated anew.

With a final snort of fresh air, she went back to work, enlarging.

Dirt flew faster and faster. She must hurry. He’d be back soon.

The stick caught her unaware, a sharp poke in the neck. She jerked back , curling for protection, licking the wound.

Meanwhile her tormentor, the human boy, laughed.

Nose twitching, she plotted her revenge.

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