An Awesome God’less Saga Review

A totally riveting opening, sets the scene for this fast-paced, action-packed dystopian sci-fi thriller.  In her first hour of being enrolled at a Corporation school, Book is pitted in a level 3 fight with a fellow student.  Within minutes she breaks his leg and smashes in his nose.  In spite of this brutal introduction, the two of them become friends. BUT, her father’s enemies surround her, and want her dead.  She has no idea why.

Book is a social misfit who has been brought up and trained to be a fighting machine by her reclusive father who manages to resist the “God’less” disease he is afflicted with.

In this dystopian society, the Roman Catholic Church and the Corporations are seemingly at odds. The God’less are simply exterminated.  Book’s father has taught her that the way out, is space.  This means indenturing one’s self to a Corporation and taking the serum that is supposed to prevent the God’less disease.  But the serum can cause genetic mutations and sometimes it gives the user the disease.

I simply LOVED this book.  I am a fan of Sci-Fi, but seldom have I seen it written so incredibly well.  The author, KL Mabbs has created a totally believable society with edgy, believable characters that you either love or loath.

A word of warning.  Start reading this book early in the day. You will NOT want to put it down until you have come to the very satisfying ending!

If I could give it more than FIVE STARS I would.  AND, based on my sleepless night, I will definitely be getting the authors other books!

Mira Grant

I’ve been reading Mira Grant. What I didn’t know was that she was also Seanan McGuire, of the October Daye series. It’s a brilliant depiction of the old world myths and legends of the Fae.

Mira Grant writes the Newsflesh trilogy. It’s a Zombie world with a twist. A man made disease caused by a combination of two genetic alterations, a cure for the common cold and a cure for cancer. It’s told from the view of two bloggers who have a reputation for telling the truth. The mythos of the story has Newsies, hard fact editorials. Irwins, poke them with a stick adventuring types, and Fictionals. Story tellers, and poets. The characters have depth, the story has over the top original action. The world is hiding from the Zombies and the disease. Security is high, fear is rampant and the economy is prospering from both. Even the President is in on the story. I read the three books in a matter of two weeks. Because she’s Mira Grant, who’s Seanan McGuire, and she rocks as an author. Read her in either incarnation. You won’t be disappointed.

Horrors of History

An Anthology, by Fey Publishing.

This features authors from around the world. Different voices, and styles.

I’m one of them. The Birthing is my take on an origin story for vampires.


Thank you

I keep selling books.

It’s not a lot, but I’m not well known yet.

I’m always surprised by a sale, and a little humbled. It gives me hope, and drive, and supports my dream to be an author, one that grows and gets better with each book. It’s the story that matters.

To Hallie Trumbull: I’m sorry you were confused. I’ll try harder for the next story.

Thank you for your honesty.

Sincerely, KL Mabbs

Excerpt from Wolf: A Military P.A.C. Novel

And Faelon changed.

One moment, Michael saw her lunge at the other wolf, her face and teeth reaching for its throat. Her body shifted, like quicksilver under moonlight, and the next moment her brindle-coloured snout and long canines were snapping shut. Michael heard the sharp crack of her teeth closing on air. As the black wolf passed, her claws reached out and raked its hide, and her teeth snapped again at its hindquarters. They bit down on flesh this time. She whipped her head and tore a great chunk from the animal’s flank. Its cry pierced the air, but it ignored her, too intent on its prey.

Michael had six metres of distance to watch as the male wolf slipped past Faelon, landed on the ground, stepped forward twice, and then lunged straight for his throat.

From the God’less Saga

“I love you, Book.” He touches my back, his fingers lingering, too long. I look at the dried blood drops on the floor. How old are they? A day, two? I get up slowly and move away, keeping the chair between us.

“I love you too, dad.” I look him in the eyes. The ruin of his face. The God’less had finally made it to his eyes in ways I had never seen before, but I had never left him alone before either. He’d always had a reason to come home, a reason to care.

“You better go, Book. Hurry. I don’t…”

I can feel the suit integrating, fusing to my spine, a slow arc of pain like stretching to far along an axis. In time it would help me heal, to move again with the fluid motion I had been used to before I was hurt. But for now I was stiffer than I had been.

I pick up his kit, groaning as I sling it over my shoulder. The emotional ping I’ve been getting – its God talking to me – is ringing in my ears, too loud. The resonance feeling as if the whole universe is filling me up. But I already know what it means, what God is trying to tell me. My dad…we’ve danced together, playing our needs back and forth. Him staving off the God’less and me learning to defend myself from it. My hand goes to the doorknob, my head rests against the doorjamb for a moment, and I feel tears flow over my cheeks. “Goodbye dad. I love you. I always will.” I close the door behind me, with the same reverence as I had said goodbye. I hear his footsteps, a hollow echo against the floor. The latch clicks shut. And I wait.

It doesn’t take long, though I didn’t hear the final click of the safety disengaging. Didn’t need that warning sound considering what I did hear. A loud crack. The soft thud of his body hitting the floor.

Both those sounds echoed for a long, long time.

Ideas, Concepts, and their Source in Writing

When I came up with the idea for the P.ersonal A.daptive C.omputer for Wolf I was looking at the tech that came out of today’s headlines. Piezo-electric power for cell phones gave me the idea for an alternative energy source for the P.A.C. based on this article here: http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2008/12/081201162127.htm

Another source was diabetic delivery systems for drugs that could be embedded under the skin and always on.  This is an old idea and one I’ve seen before, so no need for an article. Drug patches are a less intrusive version of this idea, but just as valid. Pace makers have their roots based in this idea, only it’s a battery that sustains the electrical rhythm of the heart. But I have little doubt that the idea sprang from other related concepts. the delivery system in the P.A.C. unit was an quantum based engine that could produce drugs from minute composite sources or even energy.

Computers that could be reduced in size and ran on organics had a basis for the tech as well. This article comes to mind when i think of this: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/9961159/Tiny-computer-inside-the-body-could-treat-disease.html

I looked at this article for ideas on the memory function of the P.A.C. http://www.tgdaily.com/trendwatch-features/51591-nano-particles-could-offer-new-type-of-flash-memory

The wealth of ideas for novels come from the world around me. the ideas and concepts are fueled from thinking ahead, even slightly for the tech coming out into the world today. Now. These ideas exist right now and in your backyard. a constant source for the novels you read and or write everyday.

Research is part of every book, it’s a constant learning curve and one of the reasons I like writing so much. It keeps me young.


Skinwalker is the working title for the second novel in the Military P.A.C. novels.

Here’s an excerpt:

Frank reached slowly to his wallet and undid the chain, then he dragged the pig hide from his back pocket and tossed it to Jackie’s feet. “You don’t want to do that?” Frank itched to have a gun right now, or the knife strapped under his jacket, but that would take too long. Mostly he just wanted to back away from anything that smelled of gas. Too bad he couldn’t back away from himself. “You’re not ten feet from all that gas. It’s had enough time to build up a nice cloud of vapor. In all this cold it’s hanging around real good.”

“You know what a Cylon is?”

“Yeah kid, I do. Surprised you do.”

“F off then. I don’t need advice from a dead man.” He struck the flint-like cap of the roadside torch he held. An old one.

Frank started running in the opposite direction the sweet smell of gas clinging to him.

The torch flared up in a blaze of heat. Jack averted his eyes and threw the stick of fire.

Heat, thick and explosive welled up in a wall that drove Jack and the boys back from the motorcycle and the scream that ripped through the cold winter air.

Jack stared. He couldn’t move now that he had stopped. The heat felt like it was peeling the skin back from his cheek and the only thing cooling him down were the tears streaming over his face.

Something rolled into his leg as he wiped his nose with the back of his hand. Jack looked down. A toy motorcycle, its engine revving in a chaotic symphony of sound like a scream. So much like the scream rattling out of the burnt leathers on the road twenty feet away.

He picked it up. It was warm to his touch, then cold, and then warm again, as if it was shivering. He’d heard that burns made a man shiver like that, as if the nerves couldn’t figure out what was going on. A sob escaped his lungs, but he buried it before the boys behind him could see. Then he wiped at his face again, the motorcycle in his hand making his skin tingle as its Nano-fibers slid under his skin and a flush of chemicals followed.

He turned around and faced the two boys. “I got family now, right?” His hands hung at his side, he’d clenched them into fists not noticing the toy motorcycle was no longer in his hand.

“Yeah, Jackie, you got family.”

“Don’t call me that anymore.”

“Why not kid, it’s your name?”

Something slithered against his wrist, warm and cold, warm and cold, and it rumbled like an engine, or the shock pad of a gaming system. “No, it’s not. It’s Jack, and if you can’t use it right, I’ll find family that will.” He picked up the wallet and snapped the chain into place.

The two boys didn’t know where the steel in his voice came from but they listened real hard as they backed away from the crashed cycle and the wail of a police car in the distance.

Soon they were running away. Back to the area they called home and the leader of their gang. He called them his pack and that fit, because his name was Wolf.



Node Four: Name, Marlon. Primary Interface: Sergeant Frank Jackson Huer: Immolated.  Adapting. Primary Systems: Nominal. Organics Engine: online. Behavior and Emotional files: Abnormal. Command Structure: Missing.

Wolf Pleases Another Reader

KL Mabbs’ book is an exciting and fast-paced read! While it has genre elements of military, sci-fi, fantasy, and even romance, this book is at heart a chase novel. You’ll feel cold, wet, exhausted and afraid for Michael and Faelon as they flee their enemies. You’ll feel the adrenaline and excitement as they turn around and go on the hunt. And you will feel the creep in the small of your back as you come to understand who is hunting the hunters. Pick it up, read it, and prepare for a long night by a nice fire as the winter winds howl straight through to the end!

Samantha Ariyan

I had fun writing Samantha.

She’s a general in the Canadian Army of 2056, and a Liaison to the U.N. In this world the United Nations has power to act in defense of the world regardless of the voting countries. In this case it’s to keep the world in oil while it changes over to alternative power. There’s resistance. The States is slow to conform, relying on its own reserves. So is Iraq. But Samantha and her soldiers take what the world needs, as peacefully as possible.

When possible.

After the war, Samantha winds up with the Personal Adaptive Computer that belonged to her son. Due to the way it’s made, and bonded to its primary interface, it’s traumatized. It’s last order was to find an alternative Primary Interface. Samantha. She wants the link to her dead son and they soon come to an agreement that overrides the P.A.Cs self destruct mechanism.

Samantha is smart, sexy and aggressive. Follow her story in Wolf: A Military P.A.C. novel. Available at Amazon.