TO THE SHORES OF TRIPLE, LEE! - Ray Gun Revival
TO THE SHORES OF TRIPLE, LEE! - Ray Gun Revival
TO THE SHORES OF TRIPLE, LEE! - Ray Gun Revival
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Deuces Wild by L. S. King<br />
change the registry after we lift off—Lyssel<br />
loaded a program that allows it. Makes sense<br />
in his line of work. Anyway, it frees us to go.<br />
Hook your pack and strap in.”<br />
Slap secured his pack, and the gun, then<br />
sat in the chair indicated, pulling the straps<br />
tight.<br />
Tristan called for clearance, and when the<br />
tower questioned him, he reminded them<br />
whose ship it was, and that although Lyssel<br />
was dead, his business wasn’t.<br />
After a pause, the reply came. “Cleared for<br />
departure.”<br />
Slap swallowed, gripping the arm rests as<br />
the ship lifted off. He couldn’t decide what<br />
bothered him more—leaving the only planet<br />
he had known, despite the sorrows it contained,<br />
or the unknown in front of him.<br />
Tristan looked over at him, a glint of amusement<br />
in his eyes. “You know, you looked quite<br />
natural mincing about in those tights.”<br />
Slap scowled. “They were binding.”<br />
From the final part of “Reluctant Allies”<br />
coming in Issue 05:<br />
“Occupants of the freighter Manta, this<br />
is spaceport security. You have pirated that<br />
ship. Return to the spaceport. This is your<br />
only warning.”<br />
Slap gripped the armrests even tighter,<br />
his eyes widening. “Brago’s Bands! What<br />
now? Freighters don’t have weaponry.”<br />
A red light on the panel drew Slap’s<br />
attention. “Incoming!” The ship rocked and<br />
shuddered, flinging him sideways. He grabbed<br />
the sides of the chair.<br />
Stay tuned as Deuces Wild continues next<br />
month!<br />
To catch up on previous episodes of the adventures of<br />
Slap and Tristan, visit:<br />
http://loriendil.com/DW.htm<br />
L. S. King<br />
<strong>Ray</strong> <strong>Gun</strong> <strong>Revival</strong> – August 1, 2006 Issue 03<br />
p24<br />
A science fiction fan since childhood — reading Heinlein,<br />
Asimov, Clarke, Dick, Bradley, Pohl, Vonnegut,<br />
Anthony and many others – L.S. King has been writing<br />
stories since her youth. Now, with all but one of her<br />
children grown, she is writing full-time. For the last<br />
four years, she has worked on developing a swordand-planet<br />
series tentatively called The Ancients. The<br />
first book is finished, and she has completed a rough<br />
draft of several more novels as well.<br />
She serves on the editorial staff of The Sword Review,<br />
is also their Columns Editor, and writes a column for<br />
that magazine entitled “Writer’s Cramps” as well. She<br />
is also one of the Overlords, a founder and managing<br />
editor, here at <strong>Ray</strong> <strong>Gun</strong> <strong>Revival</strong>.<br />
She began martial arts training over thirty years ago,<br />
and owned a karate school for a decade. A mother<br />
and grandmother who lives in Delaware with her<br />
husband, Steve, and their youngest child, she also<br />
enjoys gardening, soap making, and reading. She has<br />
homeschooled her children for over fifteen years, and<br />
maintains two homeschooling websites. She also likes<br />
Looney Tunes, the color purple, and is a Zorro aficionado,<br />
which might explain her love of swords and<br />
cloaks.