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orphanage and beat her unconscious, leaving her lying bleeding and
broken in the street.
But a frail old man with wispy white hair and a long beard wasn’t
content to let her die. He not only saved her, but he adopted her and
passed on his unique martial art to her.
Systems of Perileos (USP) and the planet of her birth-father to find
her place in his society.
requesting to be assigned to the Tasmanians SFG, an elite all male
unit. The military brass is reluctant to deny her request and admit
their enlistment contract permits bait-and-switch assignments.
Instead, they agree to let her enter the school, thinking she
couldn’t possibly succeed–a Chihuahua competing against
Rottweilers–and plan to make an example of her when she fails.
father’s art enable her to survive the treachery of the military
brass, the grueling of the school, the prejudices of the instructors,
and the testosterone of an all-male class?
environment of the Tasmanians?
me, and most wouldn’t give me the time of day. Now, they can’t
help themselves. My body emits a pheromone, drawing them in and
driving them crazy. All because of what I am. And I hate myself every
day for it.
Whatever. People think they know or understand me. They don’t
have a clue.
Part of the problem, Hollywood has ravaged our image. My skin
doesn’t sparkle like the world’s largest diamond when I step into the
sun. I’m much faster than a human, but I’m not the Flash, flying
around in a blur. I won’t explode into a ridiculous fountain of flesh and
goo when I’m killed. I’m not afraid of the sun and I don’t sleep in a
coffin. That’s right; I eat, drink, sleep, and piss just like each and every
one of you. Well, maybe not you…. Hell, I could be next to you right
now and you wouldn’t know. Just another average person flitting from
point A to point B during my usual, mundane life.
Why do I hate it? Because you see me as a monster, that’s why. My
family, being the good Catholics that they are, will never accept me for
what I am, nor will they appreciate what I’ve done. That’s why I faked
my death and spared them the truth. It wasn’t too difficult, considering
my diagnosis of terminal brain cancer. You don’t understand how hard
it is letting everyone you love, believe you’re dead. It’s painful and lonely.
University of Arizona. He served twenty-two years in the US Air
Force. Since then, he has worked as a software engineer, course
developer, and adjunct professor, teaching mathematics and Computer Science.
Fiction/Fantasy but never had an interest in writing or being an
author. So, it was surprising when he began his first novel, several
years after his retirement, at age seventy. His first novel,
co-authored with Jeanne Tomlin, “The Talon of the Raptor
Clan”–recently reissued as the “Talon of the Unnamed
Goddess”–was a 2010 EPPIE finalist in Fiction/Fantasy.
Fiction Writers of America.
been Kung Fu and Tai Chi. Clem is currently retired and living in
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