Starquest, as I think I’ve mentioned before, is the first of the Destiny series. I hadn’t intended to write a trilogy, in fact ‘Starquest’ started out as a short story, but I got fond of my heroine (and even fonder of a certain Kerry Marchant) and Dahll, who became a very important character, was not even thought of when I wrote the short story. I love the way characters can take over. The story went in a direction I hadn’t anticipated and one of the locations in the story, the icy planet Niflheim, became the setting for the second book ‘Children of The Mist, which featured several characters from Starquest, as well as some new ones. More about ‘Children Of The Mist’ later though.
This is the ‘Blurb’ for Starquest, and since this is a party, how about a short taster excerpt which features the heroine getting ready for a party on the planet Niflheim:
When Jestine Darnell is rescued from her sabotaged starship by the crew of the Destiny her only objective is to complete her mission and keep her promise to save a world from slavery. Love is the last thing on her mind. However, she has not counted on losing her heart to Kerry Marchant the ship’s second in command, who makes his distrust of her painfully obvious, despite the chemistry between them. The completion of her mission has consequences that neither of them could have foreseen.
Enter Dahll Tarron, who becomes involved in a long and dangerous quest to find the Destiny. Fates become intertwined, perils shared, culminating in the realization that sometimes love may be so close that there is a danger it will not be recognized until it is too late…
Of course, all my clothes, except the ones I have been wearing, are on board the Quest. Tamarith lent me a gown of finely spun ice-cat wool, in the most beautiful shade of sapphire blue. Apparently, the wool is taken from the ice-cats in the Nifl summer, rather as sheep used to be shorn on Old Earth. It’s spun and dyed using natural vegetable dyes. Indescribably soft, it feels like the purest silk.
I am taller than Tamarith, so we needed to let down the deep hem to its fullest extent. After taking it in a little at the waist and shoulders, it fit almost as if it were my own. The prettily shaped neckline was off the shoulders and tastefully low-cut without being too revealing. My hair I left loose, but I braided a few strands from each side, fastened at the back with one of the dainty cream flowers with which Tamarith fills the house.
I don’t normally use any makeup, but I borrowed some lip colour from Tamarith and used just a little, with a touch of dark colour on my eyelashes. Tamarith wore a dress of the same material but in a slightly different style to the one she lent me, in deepest crimson. It perfectly set off her black hair, which tonight she wore coiled high on her head in a very elaborate and striking style. We admired and complimented each other when we were ready, like a couple of young girls going to their first grownup dance!