Bugged!

By K.G. McAbee

On Zebulon Delta, life sort of got stuck in the insect stage. Sure, we've got a few little amphibians and reptiles and even the occasional mammal about the size of your finger, but bugs are the top, middle and bottom of the food chain. Big bugs. And when my little brother Clem's puppy disappears, naturally I have to go after him...even if we might die in the attempt

• Language: English
• Publisher: K.G. McAbee
• Release date: Aug 25, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393198345

K.G. McAbee

  K.G. McAbee has had several books and nearly a hundred short stories published, some of them quite readable. She takes her geekdom seriously, never misses a sci-fi con, loves dogs and iced tea, and believes the words ‘Stan Lee’ are interchangeable with ‘The Almighty.’ She writes steampunk, fantasy, science fiction, horror, pulp, westerns and, most recently, comics. She’s a member of Horror Writers Association and International Thriller Writers and is an Artist in Residence with the South Carolina Arts Commission. Her steampunk/zombie novella, BLACKTHORNE AND ROSE: AGENTS OF D.I.R.E. received an honorable mention in the 3rd quarter Writers of the Future contest. She won the prestigious Black Orchid Novella Award, sponsored by The Wolfe Pack and Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine, for ‘Dyed to Death’, a story set in a 1920s mill village. Please visit her website: www.kgmcabeebooks.com or email her at [e-mail]

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Bugged!

K.G. McAbee

THE QUEEN PREDATOR wasp’s stinger pierced the canopy of the little tri-cat and stopped half a hair from my left eye. 

Wendy, Clem said, his voice wavering. Are we gonna make it?

Well, I had my doubts, but I couldn’t tell my little brother that, now could I?

Head for the trees! Ezekiel shouted.

I slammed the cat’s controls into a hard left and rotated the gyro, trying to shake the wasp off. But she had all ten barbed feet of all ten legs locked onto the cat’s canopy and her angry buzzing filled the cabin through the meter-long gash she’d made. The jungle trees at the edge of the clearing were approaching too slow to suit me. I jerked back on the controls and tried a hard right turn to see if I could shake her loose.

It didn’t work.

I don’t know who was more scared: the wasp or us. But I was willing to bet it was us.

Not only did it look like we were about to be lunch to a giant bug, but we hadn’t told Mom and Dad where we were going. So if the wasp didn’t get us, or we managed not to crash into a tree, or we survived in the jungle without being eaten by something bigger, meaner and uglier than the wasp or any of the other big bugs we’d already tangled with, then we were in actual, for real trouble when we got back to the farm.

And I’d really hoped this