It's Sci-Fi Monday!

I hope you've got plenty of spare time this week, because there's a truckload of great stuff for you to read...if science fiction is your thing!

First up we have the release party for Karina Fabian's new book Magic, Mensa and Mayhem featuring Vern the dragon detective! Don't miss the celebration, which will be held in the Swimming Kangaroo chat room on March 17, 7-9 EST.

Then, another read at Wayfarer's Journal you should definitely check out for the very best in cyberpunk: Natalia, a new short story by Frank Creed - legendary founder of the Lost Genre Guild. The story's set in the Underground world of his award-winning novel, Flashpoint.

Member Tony Lavoie celebrates his first publication with Moon Dust at Mindflights Magazine. Could a big ball of rock be the punchline of God's ultimate joke? Get along to Mindflights and find out.

And don't forget to download the latest issue of Raygun Revival here. Check out the awesome cover design!

Finally, if the classics inspire you, take a look at Gutenberg's Science Fiction Bookshelf. Here you can download a large number of titles for free, in various formats.

Last Day of Light at the Edge of Darkness Tour

Congratulation Murray, please email your mailing address to admin@lostgenreguild.com


And, here are today's Scavenger Hunt clues:

Submit your answers to the clues to admin@lostgenreguild.com . Remember you can submit the answers daily or all at once . . . as long as they arrive in the emailbox on or before noon (eastern) Friday June 8.





Winner of the Grand Prize will be announced Friday evening here on the Lost Genre Guild Blog.



While you are visiting us here at the LGG blog, don't forget to sign-up to receive the latest posts in your InBox -- just type in your email address in the FeedBlitz box in the side bar.

Also, take a break and listen to Adam Graham's Readers' Theatre Podcast (found on the side bar). May I recommend the most recent work: "Chairman." Due to technical difficulties, Adam had to redo the original version and read all the parts on his own: the result is very impressive and well worth the short listen.

N.B. If the podcast image does not appear when you first reach this page, try back a few minutes later. It is there, really! but it also likes to disappear every so often to take a much needed rest.

Join Adam Graham and friends for the next story in Light at the Edge of Darkness: "Guilty" on Sunday June 24, 2007 at http://www.talkshoe.com , scroll down the program list, and either listen live or download the talkshoe program (easy and quick) to listen and participate in the Q&A at the end of the program.

Here are some other blogs you can check out, leave a comment and be entered into a draw for a Light at the Edge of Darkness t-shirt and copy of the anthology:

Wayfarer's Journal provides a thorough review of Light
Check today's Virtual Book Tour de 'Net for an interview with Cynthia MacKinnon
Fantasy Thyme features something different every day of the tour
Casual Cogitations' first foray into review blogging!
At Write & Whine you can view Daniel I Weaver's Book Trailer from YouTube (why not go to YouTube after viewing the trailer and vote for Daniel?)
View the trailer at S.P. Hibbs' Journal & Musings, she has also provided a link to the LGG MediaRoom
How about some excerpts from Light stories? found at Unseen Worlds
Read Grace Bridge's review of Light and check out her beautiful wallpaper!

Excerpt from Miracle Micro

A STRING OF BARE bulbs cast dim light down the concrete tunnel. My electric cart’s motor hummed loud in the close-quarters. The familiar sound soothed me. It had been almost a year since I drove these tunnels and wore Sparky Services’ blue coveralls. One final intersection separated me from the scene of my impending crime, and that knotted my gut.

Don’t get me wrong, I was not a member of Chicago’s most notorious underground terrorist organization. Everyone knew the Body of Christ was pure-paranoid-potato-flakes, end of story.

Believers of all flavors had been blowing things up through all of history. At least these people had a new twist. They claimed the One State government was really behind all the violence.
But who knew? I didn’t believe in truth anyway—everything was just spin and opinion. In all my months underground, the most explosive thing I’d seen was a baked bean, but I hadn’t exactly worked my way into their Elders’ Circle.

I’m in it for the money I reminded myself.

For decades Sparky Services had remained well-connected with certain people in the mayor’s office. They provided utility maintenance for more than one-third of the Chicago Metroplex. Before I joined the underground, workin’ for Sparky had been a great job. One I thought I’d retire from. But that was a different lifetime . . . a workin’-stiff’s lifetime.

When the Department of Homeland Security’s Federal Bureau of Terrorism approached me with a seven-digit onetime undercover offer, I left Sparky faster than a rock-fan at a D.J. Danglewood concert.

I put on my Casio headphone-goggles, and a virtual desktop of icons appeared before me. I poked a finger at a telephone-shaped symbol and then the re-dial option from a sub-menu. The icon flashed five times before glowing bright yellow . . .

And, you can read the rest of Miracle Micro's preview HERE . . .

Sneak Preview: Frozen Generation

I WATCHED THE MECHANICAL arm remove a post-gestational fetus from the purple semi-transparent encasement. The Kevlar and steel womb could have slept a half-dozen grown men, easy.

Based on the Product of Conception’s development, under other circumstances, the male child would’ve been transferred to the nursery a year ago. By law, fifteen minutes separated a POC from a non-person—the more dignified slave designation—so breeders gave living spare parts no freedom.

The doomed POC sure screamed like any free child, though. It screamed as the mechanical arm whisked it through the air. It screamed as the arm dropped it in the separator. It screamed until the droning silver cylinder silenced the screams, extracting the beating heart needed to save the baby the parents had wanted.

I lowered my head. My eyes remained as dry as the Sahara, which my ancestors had called home before that POC’s ancestors reduced mine to chattel. Maybe the soldier who executed my husband fathered the child. Maybe his mother made the report about my husband’s preaching against my current employer, against the breeders turning the descendants of slave and master alike into chattel.

I whispered, “The sins of the fathers.”

Read the rest of the "Frozen Generation" preview here.