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win this swell book! [Aug. 12th, 2009|08:07 am]
kyle cassidy
[mood |accomplishedaccomplished]
[music |roswell eating tiny little sea warriors]

I was on a panel at Worldcon with Chris Howard, author of Seaborn. Chris wanted to give me a copy of his new book, and I, of course, wanted to buy one, but heck, this one would be autographed -- so I told him I'd take the copy but I'd buy one and gift it and spread the win to three people.

So now's your chance to get a brand spanking new copy of Seaborn delivered right to your door!

Seaborn is the story of Kassandra, 19 year old princess of the sub-oceanic world. Though she has strange powers, she's trying to lead the life of an ordinary college student in California. Wait, why is a seaborn princess walking around on dry land? Well, she's been hidden there by her father because her grandfather the evil king wants to kill her to cement his power base and perform Great Evil. Kassandra has power over water, she can form an ice sword or ice armor in an instant, or compel drops of water to hurl themselves at a foe at incredible speeds. She fights spear-throwing humanoids from the deep and always manages to get her homework in on time (so far anyway, I'm about 1/4th of the way through it).

It reads very visually, as though you're watching a movie packed with mer-people action.

Enough of this! How do you get it? How do you get it?

Well, just write a story (350 words max) that includes Roswell and mer-people with underwater action (how does Roswell breathe underwater? I'll leave that to you), post it here, best one posted by Friday gets a copy of Seaborn delivered to them from amazon.com.

Roswell on the lookout for underwater warriors trying to attack the porch.


[User Picture]From: circle23
2009-08-12 04:49 pm (UTC)

350 words in mer world = how ever many i wrote

King Wafford slowly parted the kelp leaves with his trident. He surveyed the vast underwater valley before him, his eyes narrowed and his gills pulsed when the sleek submarine sped into view. His long black striped Mer-body coiled as he prepared his attack.

Ocean explorer Cyle Kassidy and his adventure loving cat, Roswell both gazed intently through the glass of their arrowhead shaped vessel as it nimbly darted through a coral arch. "Okay Ros, go ahead deploy the sonar droid and lets see what's down here." "aye aye cap" Roswell replied snidely . This was no ordinary housecat. Years before Cyle and a group of surly cat activists, who called themselves Citykittyies, had rescued Roswell from a secret govt, lab. Through advanced gene splicing and manipulation Roswell had high cerebral motor skills and vocal cords, clearly the brains of this duo.
Roswell reached forward and pressed an green oval button. a loud hiss and eruption of bubbles escaped from the stern of the "SS Hennepin". A deathstar looking globe shot away from the vessel and started scanning the sea floor.

Cyle was analyzing the incoming data as Roswell proceeded to guide the sub through the coral and giant kelp that sprang from the sea floor in grand clumps.

Suddenly a shadow struck across the Hennepin and the control board flashed and screamed warnings at the to adventurers. A green and black striped mer-man with a coral crown and silver trident swooped down in front of the bow. With a large webbed hand he clasped the sub and raised his trident for attack.

"Evasive Maneuvers"! Yowled Roswell. Paws furiously worked the controls as the sub bucked and rolled trying to ditch the the new passenger. Cyle frozen in amazement stared into the steeley gaze of King Wafford. " Wake up you fool"! Hissed Roswell who lashed out a claw slapping Cyle across the cheek. King Wafford roared a silent stream of bubble and brought his trident down onto the hood of the vehicle. a black cloud of oil billowed out and behind as the sub sped chaotically along the seabed.
The Hennepin's nose started to dip and slow down. King Wafford released his grip and backed away from the sub never taking his eyes off the inhabitants of the Hennepin. Cyle snapped alert and brought his hand down on a large red glowing button. "Nooo" Shrieked Roswell but it was too late. Unaware of his mistake, Cyle Shouted " Live hard , Die Free bitch!" A slender torpedo shot from its tube past King Wafford as he was too close for a direct hit. Roswell's eyes tracked the torpedo as started to gracefully arc back around towards the Hennepin. " You Fool" he whispered. King Wafford craned his neck and watched the torpedo make the turn and head back torwards him and the sub . His body coiled as he prepared to dart away, but obviously waiting for the right moment.
The torpedo zipped forward as it locked in on its target whistling its siren song from the propeller.
Cyle and Roswell furiously worked the control board, desparately trying to make the Hennepin respond. As the torpedo neared them King Wafford with a flip of his muscled fin shot from in front of the sub leaving only mere meters between the Hennepin and the torpedo.............
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[User Picture]From: kylecassidy
2009-08-12 05:29 pm (UTC)

Re: 350 words in mer world = how ever many i wrote

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[User Picture]From: circle23
2009-08-12 05:36 pm (UTC)

Re: 350 words in mer world = how ever many i wrote

is that a good or bad term?
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