Welcome to my version of Throwback Thursday where I take a peek at some of my earlier titles. For the rest of September, I’ll be sharing from my first novel, No Sister of Mine, 2005, Bella Books. No Sister of Mine won a GCLS Goldie award for excellence in speculative fiction, was a Lambda Literary Foundation finalist, and it’s still my bestselling novel, though my current novel, Cleaning House, is giving it a run for its money.
No Sister of Mine
Taelach Sisters Novel #1
LaRenna Belsas had always dreamed of the Kimshee lifestyle. These silent serving sisters of the Taelach military were known as much for their reckless mannerisms as they were honored for the dangers they faced bringing Taelach daughters to their raisers. LaRenna looked forward to taking her place among them, even though it meant an apprenticeship under an experienced Kimshee. Or would it?
No Sister of Mine is the first entry in a series of lesbian Science Fiction novels set in a world where humans are nothing more than a genetic trace. But that trace has left its mark—namely a race of telepathic women who must fight to coexist with a patriarchal humanoid society who wishes nothing more than the eradication of its “white witch” cousins.
Here’s a link to #TBT #1 from No Sister of Mine.
And here’s #TBT #3 for No Sister of Mine. Enjoy.
The midwife broke Laiman’s silence. “The mother said a girl was to be named LaRenna.”
The Taelach nodded slowly, as if digesting the bit of information. “Then LaRenna is shall be.”
Laiman grabbed the arm of the dark- cloaked figure in desperation. “My wife? What do I—” Fear swelled into such consuming anger that he shook. “You can’t take our child!” The steady stare that met his sent a spine-tingling sensation of calm washing over him. He released his handhold then stepped back, astonished by his sudden inexplicable passivity.
“The child is Taelach,” came the sedate explanation from the remaining figure. “She was born with a warrior’s spirit and a seer’s mind. Could you teach her to use her gifts like we can? She belongs with her own kind. It is for her benefit and safety she becomes one of us.” Hood now drawn, the Taelach paused on the birth room threshold, her muscular shoulders leaving room for little else. “Full separation is best. Tell your woman the child is dead.” The rhythmic click of her boot heels faded into the early-morning mists, replaced, only briefly, by a quickly answered infant’s bawl of hunger. Taelach babies were taught to cry in silence. Laiman, heavy-hearted, turned back to his wife, wishing he could learn the same.
I’ll be moving to novel two in The Sisters Series, Sister Lost Sister Found, next week.