Future Damned: Immortality Interrupted, #3

By C.F. Villion

Many months after Asher disappears Eliza finds a clue. In the Cosmic Grief, two aliens offer an unlikely alliance. Can she trust them? Are their motives as pure as they claim it to be?

Upon returning to the farm, Eliza receives bad news. Ron is close, and Richard is even closer, and all these men want Eliza. For better or for worse.

What is a girl to do?

• Language: English
• Publisher: C.F. Villion
• Release date: Jan 3, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386544647

C.F. Villion

A spark was kindled in C.F. the first time she read Terrance Dicks' Spacejack and a love for Sci-Fi was born. Never quite satisfied with the endings of her favourite books she wrote her own. Eventually, C.F. started making up new worlds and characters. Not to say that the occasional television show or movie doesn't get a better ending than it initially received. But creating universes are more fun. Living in sunny South Africa C.F. enjoys reading as much as she writes and dreams of the next great adventure.

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CHAPTER ONE

Chapter One

What is a pretty human like you doing in a place like this?

The stench of alien beer washed over me like a wave, threatening to drown me. I turned slowly to the big alien hulking over me. Slow enough that the reveal of my pregnant belly could be called a defining moment.

He backed away quickly, but not completely. I gave him a slow, vicious smile.

I am looking for a daddy for my baby. Do you want to be her daddy? I asked and leant toward him eagerly.

He beat a hasty retreat and left the bar to a chorus of laughter from the other patrons. A mix of aliens and humans. More alien than human, and more male than female.

I took a risk coming here, and this wasn't a place known for its genteel clientele. Quite the opposite in fact, its reputation was that of mayhem and insurrection. A place where the tough hung out and were ready to brawl.

Or were midst brawling. As was the case when I had entered the establishment earlier. I came prepared for violence and intolerance. A woman here would be looking for trouble. And a pregnant woman was begging for confrontation. Or so I had thought.

So far, though, the experience had been non-confrontational. Apart from the guy that left suddenly the patrons had given me a wide berth. Which really wasn't what I wanted. I was here to get answers, and I needed them to talk to me.

Can I top up your drink up Luv?

Yes please, that would be fantastic.

I returned the bartender's smile. He wasn't at all what I had pictured. My imagination populated the Cosmic Grief with the guys from the Alien series, Predator and the Poleekwa from District 9. Hell, perhaps a mutant combination of them all.

But by and large, the aliens I had seen so far all were mostly normal. If you understood normal as being not dripping acid all over the place. Rumour had it that you could encounter some form of Dalek out in the deeper outreaches of space.

Denny was ready to go with Kel in search of them. I had to put a stop to that plan. They fuelled each other's fanboy tendencies.

But the Cosmic Grief's clientele appeared less fierce than expected. It was somewhat of a relief. I wouldn't have admitted to any of the others, but I was nervous about today. I could deal with most things, but a Predator would have brought me up short.

The Bartender added more juice to my glass; he had assured me that it was non-alcoholic and completely harmless to the unborn. And it happened to be bloody tasty.

"So, why is