The Sarrans

Congrats to AC Katt for WINNING 1st Place in the Erotica Catagory of the NEC RWA Bean Pot Award

2011-05-09T15:22:00.001-07:00

AC Katt 1st Place in the Erotic Catagory of the
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2011-01-03T19:02:00.001-08:00

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2010-12-27T09:48:00.000-08:00

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Anya Meets One of her Alien Mates

2010-11-14T11:07:00.001-08:00

This is a scene from The Sarran Plague where Dr. Anya Forrester first meets one of her alien destined mates.

“Thirsty,” she whispered. A strong, gentle hand lifted Anya's head. She nuzzled closer, breathing deeply of fresh linen, vanilla and man—definitely man.

“Drink, Pa Mici, drink,” a deep basso voice rumbled.

Anya’s eye caught a snapshot of dark blue eyes, tousled midnight black hair. A thin white scar traced along the outline of a square jaw. Her vision turned fuzzy around the edges. She picked up a slight hesitation between his words and her understanding. His lips moved and she received, a nanosecond later, a weird built-in satellite delay. The hair on his muscled arm tickled across her back. His palm cupped the nape of her neck supporting her head. The thumb stroked downward. She trembled, leaning into the light caress.

The thick fingers of his other hand curved around a filigreed silver tumbler with maroon and gold swirls.

"Please, thirsty," Anya mumbled, as her lips pursed round the proffered straw.

“Careful, Pa Mici. Lips that shape beg a kiss,” the deep voice murmured.

Sweetness exploded on Anya’s tongue—a mélange of fruit? She didn’t recognize any of the flavors. Her eyes closed. The juice flowed through her mouth and down her throat easing the dryness. Voices in her mind, one here—the basso, the other, a baritone, close by. Their vibrations sang sweet music to her sex. Anya’s skin flushed rose. She reached up and traced a finger along the thin scar. Anya knew she dreamt. Her hero's face graced the cover of every romance novel she ever read. He played an American privateer, scarred from a run-in with a British man-of-war, or maybe a Regency Duke, scarred in a duel over his sister. It couldn't be about a woman other than his sister. After all, this was her dream.

“Your skin is exquisite, Pa Mici. Do you feel us yet? ” His soft mobile lips swept light kisses across her cheek and nibbled at the corner of her mouth.

“Name...my pirate... name," she insisted, sticking out her lower lip—her mouth in moue.

"Jonal. Rest now,” the voice soothed.

“’Tis such a good dream,” Anya whispered, as she grabbed his arm. “Please, don't make me wake up.”

The Sarran Plague will be available from Captiva Press late winter, early spring. In the mean time please enjoy my novel, Shattered Glass, from Captiva Press at www.captivapress.com. Also visit my website at www.ackatt.com.

A Scene from the Re-release of The Sarran Plague

2010-11-08T12:20:00.001-08:00

A Scene from the Re-Release of The Sarran Plague...

The deadly rash snaked up her left breast. She felt the destruction of each cell as it fell to the intruder. She had no reserves left to fight the virus. Pain slowly took control of her mind and heart. Despite her upbringing and her supposed strong moral fiber, she longed for the end. Tears ran down her blotchy cheeks, the saltiness stinging her abraded skin.

Her body would jerk in constant spasm, not allowing even the slight respite of sleep. Her throat hurt, parched and sore from the respirator Her mouth contained an abundance of sores. No one came for Anya; the tubes in her mouth muffled her sobs and screams. She would die alone, unloved by anyone, save an orange cat. She dare not close her eyes again; she did not want to go unto the dark alone.

Wait . . . what was that? A sharp spike hit the forefront of her skull, the pain struck like lightening. Then voices began to murmur in her head. The conversation, though muted, sounded intense and masculine. It was like a constant buzz, almost as if there was a fly in her brain. Her path was inescapable, she walked toward a blue light, yet the outline of the moon — no, three moons — at her back called her name causing her to stop despite the light’s gentle promise. But the buzz, she couldn't shake the buzz, it kept getting louder. She turned toward the moons. She heard the voices, they were closer now. Anya almost understood the words. Then, the buzzing ceased.

Curiosity, one of her besetting sins, kept her following the path towards the light. The blue light called her forward; it pulled at her and promised peace. Bits of conversation began to surround her. The strange moons and the pain stood to her back.

She lifted her face toward the sky; the voices rained down from the heavens. Tenderness bathed her body. Her imagination began to overpower her; fantasies paraded through her innocent mind. Lust ran through her body like a fresh breeze caressing her skin. She felt a masculine presence. Two, she thought. Gentle fingers brushed against her nipples, and wet, soft kisses flowed across her collarbone to the back of her neck, and then, a bite. Both nipples pushed erect against the soft, thin cotton of the hospital sheet. She needed more. She felt the blood moving to her labia as the lips engorged, becoming heavy. They opened outward, throbbing.

Rational thought intruded on her arousal. Anya, you’re dying here, in pain, breathing your last. You’re a physician. You know the score. What the heck is happening?

The thought fled, and her concentration shifted to the sensation of tender touches and butterfly kisses between her legs. Her body tensed, climbing, climbing the precipice. Then there was a burst of white light, blinding in her brain. Her lower body pulsated in rhythm, leaving the hospital linens damp.

She heard a whisper, a tendril of hope, and then formed thought drifted into her consciousness. “We’re here with you,” the voices said. “We are one, BondStirred; you will never be alone again.” The thought gave comfort even as she turned from the light and headed back into the pain.

The above scene is Anya Forrester's first encounter with the Sarran WarriorPair, Jonal and Tonas. Read more about the Sarrans in future blogs and in The Sarran Plague which will be re-released from Captiva Press late fall, early winter.

In the mean time don't forget to read my m/m rock n roll romance - Shattered Glass, from Captiva Press at www.captivapress.com. If you like this blog please follow and visit my website at www.ackatt.com.

The Artisian Class

2009-04-25T21:56:00.000-07:00

Art for Art's Sake

Not all Sarrans are Warriors. Some Sarran Offspring show an early talent for artistry and are apprenticed to Master Craftsmen. The piece on the left is a apprentice's first test in his craft to climb the ladder to journeyman.

The Arts thrived on Sarran prior to the Iptz. A perfect pot, a superbly worded novel, a brilliant composition, received as much respect as the derring do of the WarriorPair.

The Zyptz War and its aftermath put a period to one of the greatest periods of Sarran Arts and Crafts. The Apprentice who crafted this piece at age eleven which showed so much promise, was killed when the Plague took away his family. He had locked himself in a closet in the Apprentice's Hall and wasn't found for weeks. The Sarran equivalent of a coroner postulized that the offspring was too frightened to leave the closet and was overlooked in the planet wide emergency that resulted from the Iptz attack.

In the days I have spent on Brightstar, I have found many incidents such as this that were either in the ship archives or described to me in detail by a member of the crew. The dual sciences of phychiatry and psychology are unknown to this culture. This is a problem which we, the women of Earth will have to tackle planetwide and soon. Every Warrior on this ship suffers from a degreee of Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome.

I have also observed sociopathic behavior in a person of rank and I know not who to tell.

Cynthia Rose Edwina Sinclair

Journal, July 26^th9:00 am

These are the thoughts of Cyn Sinclair, psychologist and former prostitute who, although befriended by Dr. Anya Forrrseter, is an outcast among the Earthen women because of her former profession.

For additional insight into Cyn's observations read The Sarran Plague by AC Katt. The Sarran Plague is availaable from Eternal Press in an electronic format and from Amazon.com in print. Please visit the ackatt.com for additional information on the Sarrans and to enter her contests and join in scheduled chats.

Sincerely,

In Honor of Earth Day

2009-04-22T12:15:00.000-07:00

Location,
Location,
and Location...
A civilization that survived on their home planet for untold numbers of cycles has three things that many other failed inhabited worlds lacked. The first is sheer luck. The Sarran home world is located well away from the center of the Milky Way Galaxy on one of the less populated spiral arms. The placement of Sarran's star system put the planet out of the main traffic lanes for planet eating asteroids, climate altering meteors and visits from further developed war like civilizations that may have existed before the Sarrans but did not survive their own aggression. Absurdly, the Sarran's long lived civilization depended on the same mantra that every Earthen Real Estate Salesperson is given with their license, "Location, location, location." The second part of the survival triad is a planetwide civilization that began to cooperate early on issues that affected their home environment. The third is simply to learn from their mistakes rather than to persist in repeating them. In the earliest times there were major environmental disasters with fossil fuel and the unsafe use of nuclear fission. Once the Sarran Clans became aware of the environmental damage created by using fossil fuel, the ruling council incorporated the research results brought to them by the brilliant scientist Tezacron, Prince of AirClan, and incorporated his findings into Sarran Common Law long before the Codex. Fossil Fuel consumption was slashed by a quarter, planet wide each cycle thus encouraging the discovery of an alternative. Manufacturing Facilities that released nuculear waste into the ecosystem were closed immediately and soon replaced by others that ran on cold fusion. The Sarrans knew from the start that their planet was the only thing that stood between their civilization and the great void. Watching others slip into the morass of greed at the expense of a healthy environment that produced healthy inhabitants; the Sarrans did the unusual. They learned from the history of others rather than go their own way and repeat a long line of environmental catastrophe that would result in the downfall of the entire humanoid population of the sphere. The one time the Sarrans forgot this cardinal rule sowed the seeds of their future dilemna and brought the planetwide civilization to its knees in the ClanWars. The result of that scientific catastrophe -- even though a solution was sought and found, made the Sarrans vunerable in a way that they did not anticipate during the Zyptz Wars.

The Sarran Plague is available from Eternal Press in electronic format and at Amazon.com in print. Check out ackatt.com for previous episodes of The Sarran Histories or you can go to thesarrans.blogspot.com A preview video is available for viewing at YouTube.com. Sincerely,

The Codex, Harsh Justice from the Goddess

2009-02-05T18:27:00.000-08:00

The Codex

Ulna, a Harsh Mistress

What kind of culture does a twenty thousand year old civilization exhibit? The Sarrans have been in space this time for a nine thousand year uninterrupted interval. This is a very old culture. Is it stratified? How does a culture with a governing body that has retained the same form for almost ten milenium function? I had to answer these questions before I put a finger to the keyboard to write The Sarran Plague.

My first thought was that a ancient, still thriving culture would have to be seen by its citizenery as essentially fair. However success was measured in the society, every citizen must have the opportunity to obtain that success. The opportunity should be absolute, every citizen has an opportunity to succeed in whatever field they choose, no exceptions.

When I thought about what that entailed, I realized that every Sarran citizen had to have access to basic human rights, other than those outlined in the United States constitution. I would call those rights the cornerstone of a just society. I thought about what I considered to be basic human rights as opposed to liberties. I thought about survival and what we need to survive. However, humanity needs not only to survive, but also to thrive. It was at that point that the Sarran Codex came to life. This document was presented to the Sarrans as a whole cloth by their Goddess, Ulna of the White Moon through Zorna.

What measures would a Goddess take to insure the viability of her people? The answer was very simple. A Goddess does not think of liberty, or freedom, that is up to the citizenry. She does, however, think of .

Rights of Birth

Shelter - from birth you are guaranteed shelter.
Sustenance - from birth you will never feel hunger
Education - from birth until death you will have the right to learn
Medical Care - from birth you will be given the best care available. Should you sicken, all effort will be expended to make you well.

Even as ever part of the Tierest Tree has value, be it leaf, vine, branch, root , flower or fruit, so do all of my off and femspring. They are the planet's best resource and its best weapon against an unknowable future. First, they are, in my heart. They come before all else.

Lessons Learned at a High Price

The rock on which I chose to build the Sarran Civilization was the codex. Since I made the law Goddess given, it would be the ultimate authority.

Like all lessons learned at a high price, the Sarrans learned the value of the Codex. It's value to the civilization would be an enduring legacy for the planet to hold to when confronted with the next disaster.

The Codex listed all offenses that Sarran could commit against Sarran. Each of these in turn had a fixed and immutable penalty. In Sarran Law there are no extenuating circumstances, even if the offender was a child. The law was hard but just. All citizens were equal under Sarran Law. If you broke the law, you had a hearing. You were given every resource that the planet could provide to prove your innocence. However, if adjudged guilty, there was no appeal. Along with the Codex, Ulna gave the gift of Triad. Triad and the Codex stabilized the Sarran Culture and population for over nine thousand years.

Visit our sister blog at ackatt.blogspot.com where you can learn more about The Sarrans and other projects, or got to ackatt.com where AC will post exerpts and blurbs from pending works and answer any and all questions on the Sarrans.

The Sarran Plague will be available on April 7, 2009 from:

to be continued...
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2009-02-02T02:06:00.000-08:00

The Sarran ClanWars

Article compiled from Histories held in the Archives at the Ulna Library and the Codex.

A rare image of an ancient Sarran Starship from before the Clan Wars

One thousand years of destruction

chronicling he descent into barbarism

It took three generations for the Scientists to agree that statistically, the femspring birthrate had diminished to a worrisome level.

Two additional generations wasted precious time by claiming that the phenomenon was but a natural cycle that would self correct. By the fourth generation, the civil government of the time admitted that yes, the femspring birthrate had decreased yearly since the aborted attempt at genetic manipulation. There was now only one femspring born for every offspring. The Science Institute warned that the trend could continue to the point of where the Sarrans would cease to be, or could reach a plateau. Some of the ClanElders wished to import fems from other planets, others argued for further genetic engineering. While the government and the elders debated, the clans took action. Within each clan, fems known to have produced femspring were taken from their homes by the nobility, raped repeatedly until they were breeding and kept in that condition until the desired femspring was produced. Any offspring born of the union were strangled at birth.

The Clans began to raid each other for suitable fems. Sarran fems became a commodity, erasing thousands of years of equality. Open warfare between the clans broke out. The conflict between AirClan and WaterClan became especially vicious when the AirClan Prince’s mate was kidnapped by a WaterClan Duke and died a particularly heinous death fighting her captors.

All Sarran Space Exploration ceased. The council disbanded and the planet descended into nine hundred years of barbarism. FireClan and LightClan watched as the Air and WaterClans rendered themselves extinct. The WarriorPrinces, Dajet of FireClan and Robar of LightClan met under a flag of truce. Both men were intelligent and well trained in the art of War by their Fathers. Yet both Warriors knew that this conflict would never be won. They meet in the cottage of the last member of the Clan of Air, a wizened fem, Zorna, a acolyte of the Goddess Ulna in her youth.

The warriors and their chief advisors argued for over a tide. Zorna kept her peace. On the eve of the second tide, she turned toward the war parties and her voice shouted as a clap of thunder, “Enough, I say enough. For over nine hundred cycles the Warriors of Sarran have ignored their Goddess and desecrated her vessels. You will cease. Dajet and Robar sat stock still on her stools while the rest of their entourage cowered in corners.

Zorna’s form was lit by an inner glow that pulsed with the energy of the Sarran land. “You have desecrated your fems and bled the land. You have diverged from the path the First intended you to walk, because of these great transgressions, the Sarran Warriors will be forever in thrall to their fems. Gather together what is left of you science bring it to this plain. On the plain of the River Ulna, named for the Goddess Moon there will be a healing. The light faded and Zorna fell to the floor.

The Sarran Plague is coming soon from Eternal Press.

To be continued...