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Rose, a sweet and kind librarian, is on her honeymoon when the trip takes a turn for the worst and she is abducted by aliens. When the spacecraft is attacked by the enemies of Empress Nashal, Rose makes it back to Earth freshly impregnated by alien royalty with said enemies on her heels. Now faced with running for her life, she is joined by Zita, a cheerful and beautiful alien marine, who becomes her guardian and protector . . . and the love of her life.
Quotes:
"Who are you!" Rose called, aiming her white weapon at the door. "I've gotta Stainmaker 2000! And I'm not afraid to use it!" She stiffened indignantly when she heard the woman on the other side of the door laugh derisively.
"Your people just got cell phones less than two hundred years ago," the woman said, unimpressed. "You think I'm scared of your widdle plasma pistols?" She sighed. "Look, Mrs. Carmichael --"
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"Some of them are mech," said Zita, nimbly picking her high heels through the steaming pools of red goo and severed, wriggling limbs. She was splattered with blood and grinning as she came to them, but she frowned to see the utter bafflement on Rose's face. "Hey, snap out of it. Haven't you seen mech before?" She kicked a man's severed head, and Rose gasped when his face slid off, revealing a skull of gleaming silver metal.
Rose shook her head. "Mech are illegal. The government s-said they feared a robot war!" she insisted, turning to follow as Zita limped past her.
Zita laughed dryly, folding up her rifle and tucking it under her skirt. "Is it so hard to imagine your government lied? Governments tend to do that."
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"Drop. Your weapon. And. Come quietly," said a robotic voice.
"Kiss. My ass," said Zita, mocking the robot's tone.
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"I'm surprised you haven't come to hate humans," Rose said with hesitation. "I mean, given all that happened to you here. I'm pretty sure assimilating wasn't easy either. You have a sort of foreign look for an American, and Americans are notorious for their xenophobia."
Zita laughed softly. "Me? Hate humans?" She darkly shook her head. "I fought in the Midnight War for thirty years, Rosie. I know what happens when people let hate make decisions for them."
Quotes:
"Who are you!" Rose called, aiming her white weapon at the door. "I've gotta Stainmaker 2000! And I'm not afraid to use it!" She stiffened indignantly when she heard the woman on the other side of the door laugh derisively.
"Your people just got cell phones less than two hundred years ago," the woman said, unimpressed. "You think I'm scared of your widdle plasma pistols?" She sighed. "Look, Mrs. Carmichael --"
-
"Some of them are mech," said Zita, nimbly picking her high heels through the steaming pools of red goo and severed, wriggling limbs. She was splattered with blood and grinning as she came to them, but she frowned to see the utter bafflement on Rose's face. "Hey, snap out of it. Haven't you seen mech before?" She kicked a man's severed head, and Rose gasped when his face slid off, revealing a skull of gleaming silver metal.
Rose shook her head. "Mech are illegal. The government s-said they feared a robot war!" she insisted, turning to follow as Zita limped past her.
Zita laughed dryly, folding up her rifle and tucking it under her skirt. "Is it so hard to imagine your government lied? Governments tend to do that."
-
"Drop. Your weapon. And. Come quietly," said a robotic voice.
"Kiss. My ass," said Zita, mocking the robot's tone.
-
"I'm surprised you haven't come to hate humans," Rose said with hesitation. "I mean, given all that happened to you here. I'm pretty sure assimilating wasn't easy either. You have a sort of foreign look for an American, and Americans are notorious for their xenophobia."
Zita laughed softly. "Me? Hate humans?" She darkly shook her head. "I fought in the Midnight War for thirty years, Rosie. I know what happens when people let hate make decisions for them."
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Book 1
