Wednesday, November 9, 2016


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Here is the FINAL EPISODE!  The Grand Finale.
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When Mahoney entered the Eternal Emperor’s study, he didn’t quite know what to expect.

The young Gurkha officer who’d come to fetch him gave no hint, but only stood, impatiently shifting from foot to foot as Mahoney climbed laboriously out of the sack.

Mahoney checked the time. Snorted. It was the middle of the clottin’ night. Oh, well. This wouldn’t be the first time his boss and interrupted his sleep. And it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

He donned his uniform, thought about stalling long enough to grab a Go Cup of caff, but took a look at the long kukri dangling from the little Gurkha’s belt and decided against it. He had been told they could lop of a bullock’s head with one stroke. Mahoney added this to the fact that the young officer looked as just sleepy and cranky as Mahoney felt and decided this was probably not the best time to test the claim.

The Emperor’s study was lit only by a large holoimager at the far side of the room—against a shelf of leather-bound books that only someone like his boss could afford.

As he came closer, he could see that the image was that of the Possnet Sector and what a glorious, but frightening sight it was. Utter desolation amidst a shatter of flaming comets, dying suns and great fiery clouds of rock and ice and dust.

In the center of all this chaos was a large area of relative calm. Objects maintaining sensible orbits. Blips of light showing vessels in transit. Flashing red blips where fighting ships and missiles were kept. And a dozen or more planetoids that had been turned into habitats. This was the Himmenops Colony, where Venatora’s women lived.

“That’s her fortress,” he heard the Emperor say.

Mahoney came closer and found the Emperor sprawled in a long leather couch set in front of the holoimager. He had a shot glass in one hand, which he drained as Mahoney approached.

“Where, sir?” Mahoney asked. “I didn’t see where you were pointing.

The Emperor gestured at a dirty gray planetoid at lower edge of the Colony. Mahoney caught it.

“Ah,” he said.

“Get yourself a drink, Ian,” the Emperor said.

Mahoney nodded. He knew where to go and what to do, which included bringing a bottle back with him. He was guessing stregg.

To his relief the Emperor nodded when he saw the bottle and held out his glass. At this hour, Mahoney’s innards weren’t ready for Scotch.

Without being asked, he sat on the other end of the couch. Took a honk of his drink. Shudder. God, it was early! Another hit. No. Not yet. Downed the rest. Better now.

Easing back, he refilled his glass and looked over at his boss, hoping he was semi up to his boss’ speed.

He said, “I’m supposing she’s why you wanted me to have young Sten hang around the Possnet Sector a little longer.”

“You supposed right, Ian,” the Emperor said. “He’s going to have to kill her for me.”

“Yessir,” Mahoney said. He suppressed a sigh. There had been so much killing of late.

“I know what you’re thinking, Ian,” the Emperor said. “And I don’t like it, either.”

“I just wish we had more discretion,” Mahoney said. “Some of Gregor’s crew were just kids. Didn’t know what they were getting themselves into.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” the Emperor said.

“And then there’s Gregor—who caused the whole thing,” Mahoney added. “And his old man who took it right up to Treason’s door and blasted on through it.”

“Yep. Looks like they’re getting away with everything, doesn’t it?” the Emperor said.

“Sometimes it seems like there’s no justice to be had,” Mahoney said.

“I’m with you, brother,” the Emperor said.

He emptied his shot glass and held it out for more. Mahoney complied, not forgetting himself. The fiery Bhor drink had a way settling the world about you. No matter how crazy it was.

“So, instead of putting father and son in front of a firing squad,” Mahoney said, “we make them both emissaries to the Tahn. Month or so from now they’ll be swilling champagne and noshing finger sandwiches in the finest hotel rooms on Heath.”

The Emperor snorted. “You ever been to Heath, Ian?”

Mahoney allowed that he hadn’t.

“The Tahn think they are the Spartans reborn,” the Emperor said. “Or, closer still, the ancient Samurai. There are no luxuries, much less champagne and finger sandwiches, anywhere near their capital city.”

Mahoney made a rude noise. “Wichman’s a billionaire,” he said. “Probably build one of his resorts on Heath just for himself.”

“Wouldn’t doubt it,” the Emperor said.

Mahoney thought on it for minute or two. Then he said, “I suppose you’ll want Sten to kill them too,” he said.

“You astound me, Ian,” the Emperor said. “Once again, you have supposed correctly.”

Mahoney started to chug his stregg, then paused.

“Uh, one other suppose, boss?”

“You have the floor,” the Emperor said.

“I’m supposing you want them all gone at the same time. In the same operation. Wichman. Gregor. And Venatora.”

“That would be the best way to go,” the Emperor said. He paused, then added, “Maybe with fewer casualties this time around. If Sten can manage it, that is. Bloody trails draw suspicious eyes.”

“And we don’t want the Tahn to catch on, right boss?” Mahoney said.

“That would be my fondest hope,” the Emperor said. “But, if he can’t, he can’t. Don’t want to make the job too impossible for him.”

“So, killing people is fine, just not too many if he can help it. Are those to be my orders, sir?”

“Exactly so,” the Emperor said. “Gregor and his old man shouldn’t be too hard a task. Relatively speaking. Sheer clotting greed will no doubt be the end of them.”

“I feel bad about the woman,” Mahoney said. “I was starting to grow fond of her.”

“So is Sten,” the Emperor said. “At least, that’s what Rykor said.”

“It’s a pity she has to die,” Ian said. “To cut all that talent and beauty short.”

“So it is, Ian,” the Emperor said. “So it is.”

He knocked back his stregg, took a long breath, then added: “Look at it this way, Ian. The moment she was born, she was old enough to die.”

“Sure, boss,” Mahoney said. “Sure.”

But what he thought was: Except for you, boss. Except for you.

And he poured them both another drink.








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WEDNESDAY, NOV. 23, 2016



Ever since my British publisher put all eight novels in the Sten series in three omnibus editions, American readers have been clamoring for equal treatment. 

Well, my American publisher – Wildside Books – was listening and is issuing all three omnibus omnibus volumes on this side of the Atlantic. Sten Omnibus #1 was published 
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What if the Cold War never ended -- but continued for a thousand years? Best-selling authors Allan Cole (an American) and Nick Perumov (a Russian) spin a mesmerizing "what if?" tale set a thousand years in the future, as an American and a Russian super-soldier -- together with a beautiful American detective working for the United Worlds Police -- must combine forces to defeat a secret cabal ... and prevent a galactic disaster! This is the first - and only - collaboration between American and Russian novelists. Narrated by John Hough. Click the title links below for the trade paperback and kindle editions. (Also available at iTunes.)


A novel by Allan and his daughter, Susan

After laboring as a Doctors Without Borders physician in the teaming refugee camps and minefields of South Asia, Dr. Ann Donovan thought she'd seen Hell as close up as you can get. And as a fifth generation CIA brat, she thought she knew all there was to know about corruption and betrayal. But then her father - a legendary spymaster - shows up, with a ten-year-old boy in tow. A brother she never knew existed. Then in a few violent hours, her whole world is shattered, her father killed and she and her kid brother are one the run with hell hounds on their heels. They finally corner her in a clinic in Hawaii and then all the lies and treachery are revealed on one terrible, bloody storm- ravaged night.

BASED ON THE CLASSIC STEN SERIES by Allan Cole & Chris Bunch: Fresh from their mission to pacify the Wolf Worlds, Sten and his Mantis Team encounter a mysterious ship that has been lost among the stars for thousands of years. At first, everyone aboard appears to be long dead. Then a strange Being beckons, pleading for help. More disturbing: the presence of AM2, a strategically vital fuel tightly controlled by their boss - The Eternal Emperor. They are ordered to retrieve the remaining AM2 "at all costs." But once Sten and his heavy worlder sidekick, Alex Kilgour, board the ship they must dare an out of control defense system that attacks without warning as they move through dark warrens filled with unimaginable horrors. When they reach their goal they find that in the midst of all that death are the "seeds" of a lost civilization. 



Venice Boardwalk Circa 1969
In the depths of the Sixties and The Days Of Rage, a young newsman, accompanied by his pregnant wife and orphaned teenage brother, creates a Paradise of sorts in a sprawling Venice Beach community of apartments, populated by students, artists, budding scientists and engineers lifeguards, poets, bikers with  a few junkies thrown in for good measure. The inhabitants come to call the place “Pepperland,” after the Beatles movie, “Yellow Submarine.” Threatening this paradise is  "The Blue Meanie,"  a crazy giant of a man so frightening that he eventually even scares himself.

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