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    Class-M Exile
    Class-M Exile
    Class-M Exile
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    Class-M Exile

    By Raven Oak

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    Bay-zar.

    Class-M planet in the middle of no-where. Dust, dust, and more dust. Unless ya circled 'round to the more habitable region, you'd be stuck without a ship to anywhere. 'Round the corner though, you could find everything from ship parts and dried food packs, to roast dog and the rare bi-cycle. Hell, you could even buy yerself a gen-u-ine religion if you were so inclined. 

    The ultimate tourist trap. And here I'd taken the bait.    

     

    When Eerl stepped off The Marzipan, he was one of a billion tourists on Bay-zar. He expected to shop for rare artifacts from war-ravaged Earth and maybe study at the grand library, but not even his background in Human Studies from the University of Tersia could prepare him for what came next:

    A military beefcake with a grudge, a wartime conspiracy, a stolen ship, a galaxy full of prejudice, and at the center of it all, a young human named Mel in search of the truth.

    Her search for her past and his quest for knowledge take them across the stars as they uncover the darkness and fear in us all.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGrey Sun Press
    Release dateJun 15, 2015
    ISBN9780990815754
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    Raven Oak

    Award-winning and bestselling speculative fiction author Raven Oak is best known for Amaskan’s Blood (2016 Ozma Fantasy Award Winner and Epic Awards Finalist), Class-M Exile, and the collection Joy to the Worlds: Mysterious Speculative Fiction for the Holidays (Foreword Reviews 2016 Book of the Year Finalist). Raven spent most of her K-12 education doodling stories and 500 page monstrosities that are forever locked away in a filing cabinet. When she’s not writing, she’s getting her game on with tabletop games, indulging in cartography, or staring at the ocean. She lives in the Seattle area with her husband, and their three kitties who enjoy lounging across the keyboard when writing deadlines approach.

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      Jul 17, 2018

      I'm not really sure what I read. The language used in the book was slightly confusing. The plot idea was really good and I enjoyed how Ms. Oak delivered her idea. I wish the book was a bit longer. Good book if you're waiting at a bus stop or anywhere where you are just waiting and wanting to waste some time.

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    Class-M Exile - Raven Oak

    CHAPTER 1

    A FISH WITHOUT A BICYCLE

    Bay-zar.

    Class-M planet in the middle of no-where. Dust, dust, and more dust. Unless ya circled ’round to the more habitable region, you’d be stuck without a ship to anywhere. ’Round the corner though, you could find everything from ship parts and dried food packs, to roast dog and the rare bi- cycle. Hell, you could even buy yerself a gen-u-ine religion if you were so inclined.

    I wasn’t sure why I’d come here; touristin’ weren’t my thing. Only that I’d never been to Bay-zar, and everyone said ya hafta visit at least once. It wasn’t the humidity that left my noses crinklin’ in the bright sun, but the smell of manure and too many beings as hundreds of heads bobbed up and down in a sea of booths, goods, and tourists.

    The ultimate tourist trap. And here I’d taken the bait.

    Sweat pooled inside my heavy ship boots. Other tourists from the ship bumped ma elbows as they disembarked The Marzipan (don’t ask, the captain has weird taste in food, or so I heard). This little squirt elbowed his way past me and half-a-dozen folks crowded ’round a blazin’ red booth promisin’ trinkets made of gen-u-ine gold, fresh from the mines of Miral.

    I cringed when he hollered ’bout his silly ideas for usin’ dead folks for energy. I weren’t but three steps away from this fool when a white-hooded figure shoved its way through the crowd.

    She skidded to a stop just inside my personal space. Ever been to Bay-zar? she asked with a quick glance over her shoulder. Two beefy men carryin’ scowls were comin’ in fast ’nough to knock over a stand of leafy green somethin’s. Girl leaned close to me like we was kin, and my frame hid her as them military beefcakes passed.

    Every race, religion, creed, gender, species, and nationality in over a hundred worlds traveled through Bay-zar, or so I’d heard, but never before had I seen her kind outside a book. Hell, I didn’t think they even existed no-more.

    A departin’ shuttle sent a cloud of dust skitterin’ ’cross us, and her hood fell back. Whispers moved ’cross the market like rain—first as tiny droplets, mostly ignored ’til the downpour caught everyone off guard. Then all motion stopped. The market’s chatterin’ and clankin’ died as all focus shifted to her. One of them fancy gentleman tumbled over a child in his attempt to flee. Some three-eyed creature let loose a half-cough, half-scream as it raced up the ramp of The Marzipan.

    What? I asked. "She’s just a hu-man."

    B-but look at her! She’s only got two eyes! a voice cried out.

    Yeah, and two legs. Who uses two legs anymore? The cries from them tourists continued, but the female hu-man stood there in cargo pants and a tee- shirt that read, A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle.

    To them, she was the plague. She was a one-way trip into the flames of a dyin’ sun.

    And she was awesome.

    I didn’t know what a fish was, and I’d never seen a real bi-cycle, but by golly, I was gonna find out.

    The name’s Eerl. Somewhere in all my readin’, I recalled somethin’ ’bout hands bein’ important to hu- mans. I held a slightly damp hand palm-up in front of her face. When she exposed two rows of lightly yellowed teeth, someone behind us growled as they passed. But she kept on a-smilin’ and flashin’ those weapons like they weren’t nothin’ at all.

    Mel. She seized my hand and pumped it up and down. You’ve never been to Bay-zar?

    I shook my head. Nope. First time. You?

    I live here. Sort of. Another growl as a Rharstian passed, his tentacled eyes dartin’ back and forth. ’Round us, tourists settled back into their hagglin’ over knick-knacks and patti-macks, whatever they were. I ain’t sayin’ folks huddled near or nothin’; in fact, a nice empty circle settled ’round us.

    "I ain’t never heard of hu-mans livin’ here. Once upon a time maybe, but—"

    Her laughter cut like them hydraulics on the The Marzipan when they went belly up, but I pretended not to notice. Where do you think that phrase came from? she asked, and I shrugged. More laughter from her sent a whiff of moldy bread my way.

    With breath like that, no wonder them folks were scared, but I reckoned it were more ’n that. A quick look-see showed her body to be little more than bones and whipcord. She went on like she never noticed my frown. From humans. More than half of your Common vocabulary came from Earth. Hell, your accent would put you right at home in the southern United States….

    More words I ain’t never heard. What were states and how’d they get all united? I mean, there was a war goin’ on. As far as I knew, Earth was dead, long destroyed by them damned ryddarl—nothin’ more than bottom feeders from Ryddar with enough firepower to blow up a sun and then some. When she said home, I lost what little there was to my river of thought.

    ...But I figure it’s somewhere out there.

    What is? I asked.

    Her smile sorta fell gentle-like. Poor girl weren’t nothin’ more than a youngin’ standin’ two footed on the dirt of Bay-zar. Poor and alone. My heart sank.

    My home. Earth, she said and fingered the stone slung ’round her neck with a frayin’ rope.

    That’s it! The shout from behind weren’t nothin’ compared to the shove that came next as a beefy, red- skinned man with a taser grabbed her tee-shirt. You aren’t welcome here! You’ve been told that before, human. Now get gone. He glared and twirled the taser by the wrist strap with one finger.

    But she lives here, I muttered, and the muscles of his four arms thickened.

    Before I had a chance of findin’ out exactly what that meant, a deep rumble set the booths to tremblin’ and the market’s chatter returned to silence. Mel’s blue eyes widened, and she whispered, Oh, damn. She didn’t laugh no-more, didn’t smile neither. Just stood transfixed. Mel stared at the sky like the heavens were fallin’, even when the red-skinned enforcer jabbed her shoulder with his meaty fingers. I followed her gaze, as did the rest of them folks in the market. And when the shadow fell ’cross us, blottin’ out the sun, even the enforcer fell silent.

    It was big.

    Well, big didn’t do it justice, but I’m a simple Tersic—words weren’t ever my strength. Damned ryddarl ship blackened that sky and then groaned under the weight of its own size. I ain’t never seen a ship like that. The Marzipan coulda fit in

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