The Spacebinder and the Thousand and One Nights

By M. Garnet

Here there was the threat of the Spacebinder who with his diamond eyes could destroy anything, but a woman with blue eyes and interesting stories might live a lot longer than anyone else around him.

For Zada life got strange as she found that there was life beyond Earth. But what kind of life was it? It was dangerous since she had blue eyes, not unusual on Earth, but rare elsewhere in the Universe. Still, there was a set of eyes that were more unusual than her blue ones. Those eyes belonged to the Spacebinder. His eyes were a weapon that others wanted to use, but those same eyes also wanted her.

Could Zada find a way to survive being close to such a male that was so dangerous? Lying next to him each night, seeing the strange eyes, she thought of another woman whose life was in danger each night. Scheherazade. Zada began to tell him one of Scheherazade’s stories, putting off the ending until the next night.

Her hopes were to keep him interested and keep herself alive. Of course she forgot that Scheherazade and the Pasha made love each night before the story continued.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eXtasy Books Inc
• Release date: Sep 27, 2014
• ISBN: 9781487400071

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The stories of Scheherazade and the tales of 1001 nights saved a girl hundreds of years ago on Earth. Would the same idea save her so far out in space no one had ever heard of Earth?

Here there was the threat of the Spacebinder who with his diamond eyes could destroy anything, but a woman with blue eyes and interesting stories might live a lot longer than anyone else around him.

For Zada life got strange as she found that there was life beyond Earth. But what kind of life was it? It was dangerous since she had blue eyes, not unusual on Earth, but rare elsewhere in the Universe. Still, there was a set of eyes that were more unusual than her blue ones. Those eyes belonged to the Spacebinder. His eyes were a weapon that others wanted to use, but those same eyes also wanted her.

Could Zada find a way to survive being close to such a male that was so dangerous? Lying next to him each night, seeing the strange eyes, she thought of another woman whose life was in danger each night. Scheherazade. Zada began to tell him one of Scheherazade’s stories, putting off the ending until the next night.

Her hopes were to keep him interested and keep herself alive. Of course she forgot that Scheherazade and the Pasha made love each night before the story continued.

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The Spacebinder and a Thousand and One Nights

Copyright © 2014 M. Garnet

ISBN: 978-1-4874-0007-1

Cover art by Martine Jardin

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The Spacebinder and a Thousand and One Nights

By

M. Garnet

Dedication

To all of us who still watch Aladdin movies or started reading Sinbad when we were kids. It didn’t matter whether we were girls or boys—we stood on the bow of a pretend ship to hunt for the beach that would lead to the cave with all the treasures.

Chapter One

Zada was getting used to the dirty work now. Strange. In all the Sci Fi books and movies, space ships were clean, metal, round vessels, though she remembered seafaring ships. Even the big cruise ships were all metal. They had huge staffs that kept the place clean.

Lower crewmembers were constantly cleaning the naval ships. There was always the clean up to be done by someone. She was now one of those someones. She had no memory of how she became a cleaning someone on a space ship.

Zada had been an average office worker out for her morning jog on a warm spring day in a suburb of Toledo, Ohio. The day happened to be one that everyone wanted to get out after the cold damp winter of the Great Lakes area, and the jogging path was busy.

She had on good shoes and clothes with her hair back in a ponytail. She didn’t overspend, but she bought good items for her jogging and smiled at others as she watched their eyes travel over her body. Yes, it wasn’t bad, but she was too busy with her career to entertain any men in her life. It was at that thought that a bright light hit her.

Zada woke up in a hospital. Her first thoughts were that some stupid cab driver had hit her. It took her only seconds to realize this wasn’t a normal hospital, these weren’t normal doctors, and worse, she couldn’t move. The people in the medical section did all the things that she avoided with her own doctor, including cleaning out her insides. She screamed until they did something to her voice.

Zada tossed her head and tried to bite anything that came close until they restrained her head. They put a small metal tab about the size of her little fingernail on her left temple and a matching one just under her ear. It hurt like hell, but she couldn’t scream. Zada gratefully passed out.

The next time she woke up, she was on the metal floor of a small room with several other people. They were all dressed alike, including what she was wearing, which consisted of loose pull-on pants with a loose pull-over tunic, all in the same dull brown color. Later, she found that a simple tie that looped within the waist and tied to suit the wearer held up the pants. Everyone also had on slippers—at least that was what she called them, which were coverings for her feet that she could slip on or remove.

In time, Zada learned that you were to dispose of all the brown items each night and get all new brown items each morning. One short brown shirt reminded her of a long tee that she was to sleep in. She put her long hair in one braid and dressed like the others. She tried to talk to others to find out why she was here in this cleaning group, or for that matter, why she was here on a space ship.

She had found out it was a spaceship when the door of the room opened up. Zada watched as they were joining others who were out in the hall. The other side of the hall wall had ports that looked into the black of space, with only a distant star or two one could see.

That was when Zada became quiet. She heard the words of those around her, understanding the words, but not absorbing the meaning. She was in shock as she lay there, sure that she had lost her mind.

There were a couple of days of orientation. About thirty of them were new to their jobs. Looking closely at those around her, Zada saw