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You're Attention Please...I have two copies of Robin Parrish's new book, Offworld - one to review and one to give away. It's a science fiction novel (Bethany House, 2009) that I've agreed to blog about, and so they sent me an extra copy. Maybe I have yours!My dilemma is that I'm not sure what type of contest I should run in order to...1. Generate more traffic! (yes, it's ultimately about that,

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Just received my review copy of R.L. Copple's new book, Transforming Realities (cover art by E.J. Mickels). This novel is a followup to his collection of 5 short stories in novella form, Infinite Realities (published by Double-Edged Publishing).I'll be commenting on it soon, but until then, check out this review:+ Splashdown Reviews+ Plus, here's my take of Infinite Realities at SFReader.com.But

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The Latest in Spec Fic News...Adam Graham, of Laser & Sword told ResAliens recently that they are now featuring free web serials adapted from their quarterly magazine, Laser & Sword."In the true spirit of serial fiction, we're going to give you a couple short scenes and then you'll get to wait until next week to see what happens."Sounds good to me!Adam also said that individual issues of Laser &

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A QUIET AFTERNOON…at the Alabaster County Ladies’ Sewing Circle and Patchwork Societyby Fred WarrenSadie shook her head sadly. “Tsk. It’s a shame, I tell you. Laura Parsons had her whole life spread out before her, and to lose her head over some young scoundrel . . . scandalous, simply scandalous.”Read the rest of this story »THE KITTERSON RANCH INCIDENTby Brandon BarrIt was that time of year

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Making a transition from blogspot to our own domain - www.ResAliens.com - and turning this site into an interactive blog. My vision for this venue is still hazy, lol, but the pieces should coalesce sooner or later. Thanks for hanging in there with me.+ Also updating my ResAliens Google Groups page - http://groups.google.com/group/resaliens. Any ideas on how to better use this subscription mailing

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ResAliensA Zine of Speculative Fiction with a Spiritual ThreadSubmissions Are Open

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Residential Aliens is on Hiatus - Will ReOpen Fall 2009Table of Contents for December 2008#08.37 ~ Infinite Realities by R.L. Copple ~ Book Review by Lyn Perry (550 words)#08.36 ~ "Fantasy & Christianity" ~ An Editorial on the Interplay between Faith & Fiction by R.L. Copple (1650 words)+ R. L. Copple is a science fiction and fantasy writer and poet from Texas. In addition to his novella,

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Reviewed by Lyn PerryInfinite Realities by R. L. Copple is a novella sized collection of fantasy tales – 5 short stories in about 85 pages, plus a bonus commentary on the relationship between faith and fiction. It can be read in an evening; and if you know you’re immersing yourself into a series of morality tales with hints of allegory, one setting will be enough. Not that it’s overkill. The

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An Editorial by R. L. CoppleThose who know I'm a Christian, speculative-fiction writer might ask the question, "Why is he writing fantasy when he could do so much more with devotionals and non-fiction?"There are two types of people who might ask that. One group is those who don't bother with reading speculative fiction. After all, it isn't real life, now is it? It isn't about real issues,

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by K.C. BallShe is my younger sister and she talks to me; always has.When I was twelve, she told me how to talk to girls, told me all the words she knew they loved to hear; and in return, asked only that each time I spoke her words, they were the truth.Her giggles taught me how to laugh at all the world’s absurdities; most of all, my own.She cheered for me, the night I earned my bachelor’s degree

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by Pembroke SinclairMia waited for the printer to spit the paper into the tray. She chewed nervously on her nail until the printout dropped into the holder, then she picked it up delicately. She scanned the page until her eyes fell on the results section in the middle. Positive. She felt her heart sink. Mia hated having to turn in that report. She hated to sit at her desk and look at the

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by Pembroke SinclairI woke at 4:30 as I always did, and pulled on my insulated camos. I stepped out of the cabin and into a bone-chilling pre-dawn wind, ducking my head into the collar of my coat to keep my cheeks warm. I thrust my hand into my pocket and pulled out my keys. The truck door slammed as a gust of wind came up, and I slipped the key into the ignition. After a few seconds, the “Wait

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by Steve GobleShe watched him enter the rustic Sildrin temple. He was a hulk moving in firelight and shadow, and the people huddled in those cramped quarters readily moved aside from his path.Sagra wondered at that; he was big, but he was alone and greatly outnumbered. Then she saw his face -- or lack of one. This stranger was the stuff of legend, one of the Faceless Sons, and his presence in

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The Little Starby Nick OzmentThere is a place where stars are born, and it is very far from here, or else the brightness of that place would overwhelm the light of our own small star, the Sun.This is a story about a star that was born in that place, who found out that though he was little as far as stars went, he had a very big thing to do. It took place a long time ago by human time, but for a

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Issue 10 ~ Table of Contents for November 2008#08.30 ~ Square Peg by Stoney M. Setzer (3250 words)+ For as long as he could remember Ben Billings had felt out of place. And he could never understand why. Until Denise moved into a nearby apartment. In fact, she has some startling news for Ben - even though he thinks they've never met. Will he be able to accept the truth? ++ +++ ++#08.29 ~ The

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by Stoney M. Setzer“Billings, you’re a square peg in a round hole, aren’t you?” “No, sir,” Ben replied honestly. That implied that he would have belonged somewhere. He saw himself more as a peg without any hole at all. Mr. Collins held up his hands. “Relax, son, this isn’t about your job performance. You do great work, in fact. It’s just that you seem like a fish out of water sometimes as

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by Erin M. Kinch“Amira,” the old man croaked, his once-rich baritone barely loud enough to carry beyond the bedroom. The effort cost him a series of wheezing coughs, and he collapsed against the pillows. His head felt strangely tight and heavy. The door squeaked, and the sorcerer expected to see his wife with the luncheon tray. Her comforting words and sweet smile would be a welcome distraction

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by SC BryceOde to Bacon and EggsDear Diary:This morning I was going to write to you the poem I composed in my sleep, about a sumptuous breakfast of bacon and eggs. You would have loved it, I'm sure: my lavish attention to detail, my dry wit and melancholy, my clever cadence. Yet now it seems so futile.The aliens had no regard for it when they landed beside the patio, digging a trench of WWI

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by SC BryceThe Universal Need for Seatbelts Dear Diary:Again I must appeal to your wisdom for truly, you are the only one who understands me. You recall, of course, the aliens who crashed in the strand of pink dogwoods, thereby destroying a fair number of heirloom trees as well as the rows of peonies that took me the better part of the fall (three years past) to plant. Having ruined the garden,

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by SC BryceThe Effects of Traitorous Neighbors Dear Diary: I shan't say who reported me because I don't know. I have my suspicions, of course, but as you are aware I am not one for gossip. Thus, I shall merely say that I strongly suspect Jonathan Rafael Cranford, of the Vineyard Rafaels and the Flemington Cranfords. Between you and me, I do believe that he has always had a secret

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by SC BryceThanks for the Little Things Dear Diary: I cannot believe it has been a year since I last wrote! And what a year it has been! There is so much to tell that I scarcely know where to begin. Perforce, I shall hit only the highlights and trust that you shall understand if, in my haste, I neglect to cover some less crucial occurrence. Better yet, Diary, I shall skip

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by SC BryceThe Purple Light District Dear Diary: Well, I have discovered what the alien globe is for (pardon yet another dangling participle). I had been using it as a night-light, the imbedded spiral blinking purpley to give me safe passage during nighttime journeys for relief. Then one night, the spiral stopped flashing. Instead, its glow became constant. At first, I was

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by David M. Pitchford—Caribe Coast, New World Southern Continent near CumanáBoots blurred into focus. Crocskin. Kneehigh. Tribal soled with an English cut. Very strange. A heap of canvas was tossed within his narrow field of vision. The sun angled west enough now to turn the foam crimson, as though the tide were of blood.“Aye, Lord,” Ezekiel Tanner gasped. He hung on a cross made from the

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by Josef J. HoskinsMagic has all but disappeared in our modern world. With the enchanted folk of old long gone, magical occurrences are now among the rarest of phenomenon. However, once in a while, it finds a way to resurface. ~*~With a package in hand, Morgan Haile emerged from his UPS van and started off toward the cabin. Rocking chairs on a wraparound porch gave the small log home an

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by Patrick G CoxLieutenant Harry Nelson-Heron watched the monitors carefully. The terrain below looked decidedly inhospitable as the launch, designated Bravo Two-zero, one of NECS Beagle’s largest, cruised slowly over the desolate landscape. The planet was locked in a global ice age, only the equatorial regions being relatively ice free. Their survey had detected what appeared to be structures

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