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Farryn's War

Or, Why She Wrote Farryn’s War

At the end of my third novel, there’s a fight in which the villain of the piece was originally plotted to die. Fortunately for him, I’d become so intrigued with the possibilities he presented that I couldn’t bear to follow through with it. I decided that he, like Prince Humperdinck in The Princess Bride, gets to live. His title stripped, and his name returned to him, the man once more known as Farryn leaves the planet of Tolar and does the one thing he still can to make life difficult for his enemies: he saves the life of a man everyone hates, the despotic Chairman of Earth Central Command.

That situation demanded the rest of Farryn’s story. It wouldn’t leave me alone. What would Farryn do? Where would he go? How would his estranged lover, Sharana, respond to all this? And with Farryn making trouble among the human colonies, how would Earth’s KGB-like intelligence agency, Central Security, react?

Once Farryn gets into human space, he has to live there, which means he’s going to encounter everything that’s happened to humanity in the next 500 years, from the upper classes to the Mob, from unmodified humans to the genetically-engineered starfarers known as freebooters, and more.

And not everyone speaks English.

This, then, became the book I had to write, a space opera that also became my first romantic suspense. It propelled me into creating the human colony of Far India, fleshing out more details of Tau Ceti Station (the seat of Earth’s government), studying various modern mafias (which included watching all five seasons of The Sopranos, an experience which still salts my conversations), and filling in the blanks with regard to Tolar’s outcaste society.

All because Prince Humperdinck got to live.

About Farryn’s War:

A novel of love, vengeance, and a world re-opened to the stars.

The empathic Tolari of the Beta Hydri system shunned space travel for thousands of years. Farryn of Monralar tried to shake his people from their isolation—tried and failed, losing his honor in the process. Now an exile, he puts his past behind him by building his own criminal empire among the colonies of Earth.

Only his estranged lover Sharana—scholar, political analyst, and one of the most powerful empathic sensitives on Tolar—dares to follow him into human space, desperate to find out what has become of him, hopeful of convincing him that she never betrayed him.

Unfortunately, Earth Central Security is watching, and Sharana has no idea what she is getting herself into.

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B012PMG9V4/

Christie MeierzAbout Christie:

Award-winning author Christie Meierz writes space opera and science fiction romance set in a civilization of empaths on the edge of a dystopic Earth empire. Her published works include her bestselling debut novel, The Marann, its sequels, and two prequel short stories published in Into Tolari Space ~ The First Contact Stories. Her forthcoming novel, Farryn’s War, will come out on September 22, 2015.

Christie has spent a night and/or eaten a meal in all 50 U.S. states, plus Puerto Rico and the U.S. Virgin Islands. Currently, she lives in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania with her mathematician husband and an assortment of stuffies. When she’s not writing, she writes about writing on her blog, Meierz Musings (christiemeierz.com/blog), and Facebook (facebook/christie.meierz and facebook/tolarispace), where she welcomes comments and friend requests.

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That is so cool, Christie! Thanks for sharing this! I will admit to letting some of my bad guys live and get redeemed. So, dear readers, what do you think of bad guys getting their own books? Christie is running a contest for the release of Farryn’s War. And you can enter!

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Perilously yours,

Pauline