Varan Tales Poet

By Angela B. Mortimer

Lucessa, Doella’s daughter, is obsessed by her scientific work, so much so her family worry about her preoccupation and lack of social graces. They ask their matriarch Doella to intervene and she agrees to take her Varan to meet her family. Doella of course knows what her daughter is struggling to achieve, and why, and why it is for her to find. The wondrous Black Ship, freed from time and space, takes them to Varan and Doella’s family. Here she sees why the Varan rejects her mother and family, The Varan race have followed similar inflexible patterns for many millennia. This is different from her home planet Astras, where no one sees one race as superior. Lucessa meets, the poet Ralse, someone at first glance so unlike her, for on Astras there is little time for art. They find love as she tells him why she must complete her dreams...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Angela B. Mortimer
• Release date: Nov 3, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311751010

Angela B. Mortimer

Born in the UK, married a gorgeous Aussie and have been living happily here ever since. Attended West of England college of art. Love reading sci-fi, fantasy and my fav subjects like genetics, planet sciences, philosophy, history - especially ancient, and of course space. I dreamt of being an astronaut. I've been writing since I could and painting for as long.I love the outdoors and gazing at the stars and wondering what might be out there.

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Poet

A Varan Tale

By

Angela B. Mortimer

Copyrighted Material.

Poet

A Varan Tale

Copyright © Angela B. Mortimer 2015

ISBN: 9781311751010

Published by Smashwords

This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, or places, events, or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors imagination and used fictitiously.

Poet.

‘Carnos!’

He turned around, Rucella called out to him as he walked home, after a protracted, frustrating day in the laboratory.

She smiled and ran up to him, her long dark hair flowing behind her in the cool breeze. Fixing him with her strange Hyclos eyes, determined to be heard, even if her stepfather was tired and in a hurry.

‘I’m late Rucella, And before I see your mother I need to sleep to quiet my mind.’

‘I know it’s a special anniversary and you’re celebrating with a private dinner this evening, and that’s why I must speak with you.’ Rucella was a young woman, always in command of her feelings. ‘I appreciate how hard you and my father work for us, but I beg a few moments of your time.’

‘What’s wrong?’

‘Lucessa.’

‘Ah,’ his daughter Lucessa. ‘Go on, what’s the matter.’

‘Carnos, she hasn’t turned up for the last six family occasions and when I ask her why, she mutters yes or no, or worse, um to everything, she’s not listening, because she doesn’t notice what’s happening around her. I’ve talked to mother and she says Lucessa is very like her when younger, happy searching for what she must find.’

‘There are more family occasions here than on Varan,’ he joked. He loved his sons and daughters, and his many stepchildren, like Rucella.

‘Please Carnos, talk to mother, she listens to you. I’m worried about Lucessa. She ignores admirers, says she’s busy with her work. I don’t care what you say, here on Astras it’s not the norm,’ insisted Rucella.

‘Life hurries along, everyone eager to help Astras grow - as I’m sure it was once on