Lunanity Love Life Cult Love Letter for Luna Book 08

By Steve Howard

An unfortunate start to book 8. They arrive in Havatara for sporting events. They all have rooms in the old, remade, Sun Temple. Now the main sporting complex. What was unfortunate was the second football game was tiresome. No action. One goal from a questionable eleven meter penalty shot. It left everyone a little irritated. Those who had been drinking much brew were aggressively angry. And it was hot in the city. Alexandria wanted to see it. Get a brew and soup with Lexus and Artemis. And on their way back, some drunks were raping a woman and one wanted to rape Lexus. That had what we call repercussions. And the echoes of that night will go on for some time.

Day 118 is burdened with a long meeting about how one was to conduct one’s self in a tribe. A large tribe, or city, was still a pack and it was finally agreed that rape would not be okay. And Narnok participated in a running swimming event. As did Artemis and Zarathustra. Placing first and second.

Day 119 is a few days later. The sporting event has come to an end for the Havatara games. And the protocol team is packed and on their way up river. They travel with botain and wagons and must first travel west for the streets will not be wide enough in the city. West of the city in Narnok’s home village there is a big all day party for him. And it is where Namor and Barbaralba first stayed to recover from their time as flotsam on the ocean.

Next day, or was it two. Live music. I remember that. First time we got out to have fun and see friends. And the protocol team, back in our story, they travelled a little farther west before they could travel north.

Day 122, many days later is a visit to a small stinking city. Barbaralba will have a fight. The fighter hugged her at the press release stand off. And as it often is, there was a soccer game to attend. But no worries, hockey fans, Eden soccer tends to be fun. And we won’t report on their games.

Day 123 is a pretty though tragic for the world story. Independent of all stories in the letter. A short story, we can call it. Some researchers are away in the jungle when the world comes to an end. When they return from their time in the jungle, well, best you read it. A high recommendation from the narrator. Quite cute. And philosophical and whatnot.

Day 124. Didn’t see this coming, My Love, they came to a small city that did not welcome them. In fact, they intended to kill them. So we have the start of Camp Namor and a little war after the start of peace time. Much like on Planet Earth in the now. Bloody asshats invading a country and killing, raping and destroying. Revolting behaviour for the age of plus sum gain. The golden age. Or as the stargazers call it. The age of Aquarius. No longer the dawning. It is good morning time. Age of enlightenment. No matter what belief you adhere to. They all say the same thing. It starts now.

Much time passes in our day 125. Camp Namor is made into a small city and there is no second attack. The old city gets an update so that the stench of reckless abandon is relinquished to sustainable living.

The next entry reports on farther developments in Camp Namor. They get an invitation from Three Rivers. A large city to the north. And good news letters from The Old Man in Village 36. Rain. It rained for the first time since the castle, since no one could remember.

Here on a Saturday, some bugger, I took 3 different words to get to bugger. Which is silly for the book is full of cussing. Your Love letter. Sex and violence. A load machine, getting on my nerves. It is a scientific fact. Noise fucks up your nerves. Bitches.

Day 127 is close to the end of the book. Some things happen but we have said enough.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Steve Howard
• Release date: Dec 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9780463666654

Steve Howard

Born in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada 1960. Moved to London, Ontario, Canada in 1967. Started playing hockey and piano. Went to Sir Wilfred Laurier High School and played the trumpet.Studied Architectural Technology at Fanshawe College of Applied Arts and Sciences. Started playing guitar and writing a little. On a trip to the mountains in 1982 with a friend I decided, or was awakened to the knowledge that I was going to pursue writing. Graduated 1984 and moved to Toronto.Moved to Saarbrücken, Germany in 1993.Have traveled many places in North, Middle and South America and Europe.Besides reading and writing also work on photography and music.

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Lunanity

Love Life Cult

Love Letter for Luna

Book 08

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Table Of Content

day 117 07.08.2020

day 118 09.08.2020

day 119 11.08.2020

day 120 13.08.2020

day 121 15.08.2020

day 122 18.08.2020

day 123 22.08.2020

day 124 28.08.2020

day 125 01.09.2020

day 126 02.09.2020

day 127 03.09.2020

day 128 04.09.2020

book 08

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Luna, there is a passage in the Qur’an what says God put the moon in the sky so we got some light at night. The thing be there half the time in the day. I saw it at 05:45 shortly after asking myself why the fuck I was up. I like to get to the fit making machines with fucking fucked shit noise they think is music blasting at the 12 people in there. Cunts. It’s the rule. Thank fuck for Monster Magnet blasting on my cheap headphones. Best music for upper body training. Still too fucked up in the legs to do fuck all. And I’m so fucking hungry I’m about to go eat. Maybe.

So it is the weekend. The weekend starts when I leave the fitness studio. This weekend is the same as all the other Corona weekends. Stay home and write. And it is August 7th. Bitches.

You likely be arguing with your brother about now. He be farting and grunting. Your father got the radio on and your mother is cutting some bread to make a sandwich. I hope the air conditioning is working. Sun blasting down on the Autobahn, families on their way back. But maybe more tomorrow. Anyhow. I don’t like it. Fucking steaming hot Autobahns. What I can’t remember being on since I don’t know when. I think we better acknowledge that there is too little wind and the ship gotta make port in a fishing village bay. Unless I figure out something else.

The Salt Lake ship sailed into Havatara harbour with a few fishing boats along side it to see if this was the ship bringing Barbaralba.

Sun Temple was a spectacular sight. The upper part that had been destroyed in the war was rebuilt with wood and glass. Some parts of it were open to the elements. Where wood met stone. The sun reflecting off the glass lit up the ship as it surrendered control to tugboats.

In front of the Sun Temple was new land. Reclaiming it from rubble and sand. Many people who had been working were now watching with a growing crowd.

Barbaralba was making port in an unarmed ship with many who had never been to Havatara. If they were from Lacuna, a city of about two million people, they were stunned by the size of Sun Temple and the city. There seemed to be no end of it.

The passengers, the athletes from Twin City Sports Leagues, were greeted at the dock by the Havatara Sports administrative team. A small part of it. Sport, especially football, was the new religion and the priests were most suited for administrating. They could read and write. They were most suited for coordinating the new boom time.

There were changes in their tactics of decision making and there were many from the islands living in Havatara. They brought knowledge and technology.

It had not been so long since the Salt Lake ships had knocked down the top of the temple. Sun Temple was mostly a long high wall facing the ocean and the south. The west and east walls had been partly removed and many wide tunnels dug through the wall to allow passage.

The city sports team were lead through the first tunnel on the west side of Sun Temple. Inside Sun Temple, one could see that the north wall was gone. Used to construct an amphitheater.

Our Sun Temple is our sports center. Here you will play football and fight. The races start and finish here. It will be very exciting days of sports.

They were taken to their accommodations in the west wing. They had the evening and the next day to rest and prepare for the first day’s events. The Old King and the Drave King spent the day explaining the sun cooker and with the help