It’s All In The Timing

For the record this was written and posted December 9th 2012, hopefully you’ve been in time to visit MuseItUp Publishing and take advantage of our Purchase Inspector of the Cross and get 2 Free eBooks.

Sometimes writing is all about the timing. Meaning, no one ever knows what the next big book will be and everyone rushes to write what’s selling today. There’s no guarantee.

With science fiction, writers explore the shifting of time, time travel, and how much time it takes to travel the infinite space. While using our current knowledge writers are able to shift to our future and expand the logic to a realistic belief. We’ve sent a robot to Mars, how far away till we send people? This has been written about for years, now we’re closing in on a reality.

It’s been document that a certain television show lead the way to today’s tablets, cell phones, and more. What’s next?

Author John Rosenman explores the universe in his Inspector of the Cross and timing is everything.

Across four millenna, Turtan, our greatest hero, battles to save all humanity from invincible aliens.

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Thanks to suspended animation, Turtan is over 3500 years old and travels on freeze ships to distant worlds. His mission is to investigate weapons to help humanity turn the tide against their ancient nemesis…the Cenknife. Vicious aliens, the Cenknife seek to conquer the universe and enslave humanity.

When Turtan discovers just such a weapon, a beautiful, seductive woman stands in his way. He must use all his skills, abilities, and courage to meet the crisis and save untold billions of lives.

Excerpt:


“Here.” Yori placed a glass of rare Zontenian wine in his hand. “Drink this and maybe you can get some rest. So tomorrow…”

“So tomorrow I’ll be in shape to resume my Flying Dutchman chase amid the stars?” he finished. “You think getting drunk is what I need?”

“What do you need, Tan?” Her dark eyes implored him. “Tell me.”

He raised the glass, his throat tight with terror. “Make me young again, Yori. As when I started.” He managed to find his mouth with the glass, only he was shaking so hard, half of the wine sloshed down his body. He dropped the glass.

“Oh, Tan, I’ll make you young again. Take away all your pain.” She dropped wet-eyed to her knees and kissed the wine from his belly, licking him dry. Gradually she worked lower and despite the way he was shaking, he felt himself respond. Respond as he always did with her. He closed his eyes as she clasped him in a frenzy, hearing her words muffled by his flesh. “I’ll make you new again, Tan. Take away all your pain.” She rose and led him to bed, where he knew she would bring him love and warmth but no youth or Lethe of forgetfulness. All he knew was for this moment, he must try to find them.