{Blog Hop} Read Me a Story: Falaha’s Journey

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This is an excerpt from Episode #56 of Falaha’s Jour­ney: A Spacegirl’s Account in Three Move­ments, copy­right 2012, 2013, 2014, by Jeno Marz.



My head was still ring­ing. The ene­my had gone but I was cer­tain about one thing: though their San­gu wasn’t mak­ing any moves, the whole Enclave was on its feet by now. Shaam­ta made sure no escape from them was pos­si­ble, so he could take his time catch­ing Tagai, along with the ones who had com­man­deered him. He prob­a­bly didn’t want any­thing unwel­come to get in as well. Some­thing big was going on there.

Eyuran’s fin­gers freed my hair moist­ened in sweat from being stuck to my fore­head. He and Baro were star­ing at me, their gazes heavy and con­cerned… I raised my eye­brows with a silent ques­tion, “What?” Ah, nose bleed! I took out a tis­sue and wiped my face and my suit more dili­gent­ly this time.

Did you get hit?” Eyu­ran asked.

No.” I told them. “I’ll be fine. Got too excit­ed.”

Eyu­ran shook his head, dis­agree­ing. “Peo­ple don’t bleed from excite­ment.” He glanced at my father, say­ing, “Seri­ous­ly, what’s going on here?”

That’s what I’d like to know,” I replied.

Tagai let out a voiced sigh and start­ed breath­ing.

A knock on Bradoh’s hull was fol­lowed by Father’s voice. “Leave the Baali kid inside and get down here, Fala­ha, Eyu­ran. Let him rest for a while. Baro, if you’re in for some trash climb­ing, come, too.” He was refill­ing his suit’s Life Sup­port from the slot at the bot­tom of the machine. I peeked at the process con­trols. Had he been walk­ing with an emp­ty tank before?

I quick­ly checked my suit’s stats. Baro did the same, while Eyu­ran com­plet­ed final bioteleme­try checks on the Baal—his vitals improved faster than expect­ed, and even the fall hadn’t affect­ed that. In an hour or two he might be back to nor­mal. Amaz­ing!

It took me two days to reassemble—my brain was destroyed: I died, after all. My body is def­i­nite­ly weak­er, but our soma could be of some­what equal strength.

Fin­ished, me and my spouse stood up, but Baro didn’t move.

If Eyu­ran was wor­ried about me, the Medan was also uncer­tain about some­thing else, watch­ing us get­ting ready to leave Bradoh. Some­thing dis­turb­ing was on his mind and on his tongue, and some­thing equal­ly strong hin­dered him from spilling it out. He looked at my father, then at me again, as if he didn’t know how to put his feel­ings or thoughts into words appro­pri­ate­ly.

Kieren-rjg, you’ve been on this ship before, haven’t you?” Baro’s sud­den ques­tion didn’t make my father hap­py. He turned to look at the Medan with an unpleas­ant gleam in his eyes, then at me with mixed emo­tions. Baro prob­a­bly expect­ed a dif­fer­ent reac­tion, but it still appeared that he’d just vocal­ized some­thing Father didn’t want to dis­cuss. Turned out it was some­thing we all were think­ing about, yet the Medan was the one who dared to scratch Father’s vul­ner­a­ble side: for a tini­est moment there was a change in him. Baro’s words made Father remem­ber some­thing. He flinched. There exist­ed some­thing that made him shud­der. Was I the only one who noticed a dif­fer­ent side to him that briefly emerged from under his usu­al larg­er-than-life atti­tude?

So what of it?” He shrugged. “That’s why I’m back to get the job done,” he replied.

As usu­al, not over­ly wordy about any­thing in par­tic­u­lar,” Eyu­ran whis­pered to me.

I sighed. “Wrong ques­tions at the wrong time will get you nowhere.”

Sure­ly, he walked the Enclave like he owned it, and we still didn’t know the answer to why and how he hadn’t got caught. Or what trick he’d used to make Tagai invis­i­ble to the Baali. And there was that both­er­some ques­tion about how Father ini­tial­ly entered and got out of this place alive—something that no one had suc­ceed in doing before, which raised Baro’s con­cerns and sus­pi­cions, under­min­ing his abil­i­ty to trust. An unsta­ble sit­u­a­tion if not han­dled quick­ly. I glanced at Father and turned to my men again.

Baro, do you think tak­ing Tagai with us was a mis­take? Or worse, Father plans to get us all killed? You, Eyu­ran?”

My spouse shook his head in denial—he had no doubts regard­ing his uncle.

I don’t know, rjg­nis,” the Medan sin­cere­ly replied. “I brought him to you, but was it the right thing to do? Is he real­ly the per­son I met on Quen­nah?”

I smirked. “If you tell me what hap­pened between you two in greater detail, I might answer your ques­tion. Furthermore—is Eyu­ran the same per­son you met on Quen­nah? Am I the same per­son you met on Quen­nah? I won­der about that.” Both men’s faces made it clear none of them thought of this, and each found dif­fer­ent mean­ing in my words. I bent over the edge of the cock­pit. “Father, Baro wants to know when you will start eat­ing us.”

A faint smile appeared on his weary face. “Does he also want a relax­ing mas­sage, a hot bath, and a tasty meal before that?” was the reply. What­ev­er he did to hide Tagai had tak­en its toll on him.

Let’s get mov­ing,” I said, turn­ing to the Medan and break­ing the uneasy moment. “He is not the ene­my, he’s real­ly my father. You can have my word on that. He does those weird things some­times, so don’t get the wrong idea. I, too, got con­fused and intim­i­dat­ed at first, but it’s fine now. You under­stand what he is about to do, don’t you?”

I hope so, rjg­nis.”

Then would you please put up with some strange stuff of ken­nar Far­gann?” Even if I don’t real­ly know what all that strange stuff is yet. I smiled. “It’s not like you are not wel­come here.”

Eyu­ran nod­ded, con­firm­ing my words.

I took their hands into mine—Eyuran’s big hand into one, and Baro’s even big­ger hand into anoth­er. So dif­fer­ent, bronze and white.

Some­times, I am afraid,” I told them soft­ly. “Of this ship, of its hun­gry dark­ness, of remain­ing here all alone. Yet you two are—” I watched their mouths slow­ly open, tak­en aback by my sud­den con­fes­sion of yet anoth­er unknown hor­ror, their hands grip­ping mine tighter. “Wor­ry­warts.”

Baro’s mouth closed in silent protest and Eyuran’s face changed as well.

From under long, thick eye­lash­es, unblink­ing grey eyes were star­ing sideway—Eyuran’s expres­sion became almost men­ac­ing, fol­low­ing his imag­i­na­tion, focused to tear any­thing that came at me into pieces. Did he fig­ure I spoke the truth? Just like his dad, he was slow­ly grow­ing immune to my meth­ods as our rela­tion­ship pro­gressed. Anoth­er tough sausage, eh?

Oh well, at least the snow on that moun­tain still appeared fresh and untouched.

I slipped out of their hold.

Eyu­ran was right; I had no pho­bia issues at Bradoh’s height. I could sit calm­ly at the cockpit’s edge, and prob­a­bly could climb all over the machine with­out feel­ing sick or scared. Huge heights, high drops, deep, dark pits, on the oth­er hand… Every­thing this Enclave was about. Ugh.

Before jump­ing off the machine, I switched on my night­lights and whis­pered, “I’m inter­est­ed in meet­ing Shaam­ta.”

What?!” explod­ed in a sin­gle burst. My words ter­ri­fied them both, so I sent them air kiss­es, inflict­ing minor con­fu­sion, which last­ed long enough for me to leave Bradoh freely and join Father in the field.

I turned to see their per­plexed faces.

Two pairs of eyes were watch­ing my every move­ment. So intense I could feel their eye­balls rolling on my skin… Oh, here we go again! Steady, men, steady! Don’t fall out of your shared high seat over there! I stuck out my tongue at them. Do not under­es­ti­mate small peo­ple!


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Jeno Marz
JENO MARZ is a science fiction writer from Latvia, Northern Europe, with background in electronics engineering and computer science. She is the author of two serial novels, Falaha’s Journey: A Spacegirl’s Account in Three Movements and Falaha’s Journey into Pleasure. Marz is current at work on a new SF trilogy. All her fiction is aimed at an adult audience.


  1. Looks inter­est­ing. Con­fus­ing, but inter­est­ing. There is a very, very steep learn­ing curve in the excerpt, but it remained enjoy­able. ::Sighs:: Some­thing else to add to the “want to read” pile build­ing up for Christ­mas Break.

    1. Thanks for stop­ping by!

      I was think­ing which excerpt to pick, so I went with a part of Chap­ter 56, which is rough­ly in the mid­dle of the sto­ry (by word count). I didn’t want to post the ini­tial chapter(s), because those can be seen in pre­view in stores. 

      Glad you liked it!

      I’m head­ing to check out your sto­ry. 🙂

  2. Hi *waves*. Just drop­ping by from the blog hop. Inter­est­ing excerpt. Curi­ous what the rest of the book is like. Keep up the good work 🙂

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