The Greatest Science-Fiction Story Of All Time

By Summer Renna

Izra Zarai's singular purpose in life is to become the greatest science-fiction author his world has ever seen. But becoming a literary superstar requires a superstar idea, and Izra has run clean out just as the public begins to clamor for his next big release. Lucky for him, Izra has a secret weapon of sorts, a unique well-spring of creativity that supplies him with bestselling space stories so long as he keeps the fridge stocked: an alien in his basement.

 

Armed with only fancy liqueur and desperation, Izra and his alien housemate set out to write the greatest sci-fi story of all time.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Summer Renna
• Release date: Mar 3, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215931653

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Summer Renna

The Greatest Science-Fiction Story of All Time

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The lights from this side of the stage were blinding. They had all zeroed in on Izra, leaving the rest of the auditorium a dark void. On the other side, invisible, sat some three hundred convention attendees. They were readers, writers, fans of all stripes and scales. In the front of the stage was the camera, a giant eye projecting this interview for all the thousands who couldn’t be there in person.

. . . but I need not go on all night about Mr. Zarai’s works and accomplishments. I’m certain the majority of you are familiar with them already, said the host, prompting a few chuckles from the crowd.

Izra smiled and nodded, as he had been doing for the last ten minutes as the host, Mr. Whatever-His-Name-Is, had droned on and on about the history of the annual Byraz Science Fiction Convention before finally getting to Izra. Not that Izra wasn’t honored to be there, of course. Not that it wouldn’t be a bit more of an honor to be invited to host the Comet Awards, of course. Well, Izra supposed he still might be, as the awards were still a good several months away. And even if he didn’t host, he was sure to win Novel of the Year.

Mr. Whatever-His-Name-Is, still somehow full of things to say, continued. I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever seen seats for one of our events fill up as quickly as for this interview. These days, you just can’t meet a sci-fi fan who doesn’t love at least one of Izra Zarai’s wildly imaginative, sharply intelligent, emotionally profound tales . . .

Izra’s smile became a little less forced. Well, Mr. Whatever had good taste in fiction, at least. The same could not be said for his attire. A silver jacket was a poor choice for that sort of, ah, body frame. Though it looked more comfortable than the long-necked tunic Izra was wearing, cooked under these mad lights.

Izra snapped back into attention as Mr. Whatever took a seat across from him. Finally.

Thank you so much for joining us this evening, Izra, Mr. Whatever said with a warm smile, reaching over to shake Izra’s hand.

Thank you for having me . . . Izra paused as they shook hands. Damn it, what the hell was his name? . . . my friend.

"Well, let’s get right down