Called to action by a mysterious ancient Order-an ancient Order in cahoots with the Empress Flaccilla of the First Galactic Empire of Emperor Tulla-to help bring about the fulfillment of a long forgotten prophesy, the beautiful galactic pirate, Captain Bonny Morgan, sets out on her mission to successfully bring the prophesy to reality. By kidnapping the Empress’s daughter, Princess Cosette, Captain Morgan sets into motion an adventure awash in political intrigues, hidden agendas, unexpected revelations, and bold, daring gambits by those involved at every level of the conspiracy. Setting out to find her kidnapped sister, Princess Lysette, joined by her beautiful, mischievous, and extraordinary slavegirl, Tink, crisscrosses the galaxy in a bawdy, erotic, and often hilarious attempt to find Cosette. Along the way, Lysette and Tink fall in with a variety of extraordinary allies in their attempt to find Cosette, meeting the Lady Brit, Jon Black, Pirate Queen Colleen O’Malley, Gunns Mannigan, Buster O’Malley, the beautiful pirates Kana and Blaze, and Bully, the roguish owner of the pirate tavern, the Pretty Red.
This is the exciting premise of Robert "Doc" Gowdy's new science fiction novel, Captain Bonny Morgan: The Cassandra Prophesy (Wasteland Press).
Robert “Doc” Gowdy is a graduate of the University of North Texas with a Ph.D. in Literary Criticism and Theory and an emphasis on Nineteenth-Century British literature. His specialization in literary theory is psychoanalytic criticism and theory, particularly Lacanian psychoanalysis, with further emphases on Milton and Eighteenth-Century literature. He is currently an adjunct assistant professor at Texas Woman’s University where he teaches various literature classes. His interest in writing is long standing, but aside from academic writing his first novel, Captain Bonny Morgan: The Cassandra Prophesy is his first foray into fiction. Captain Bonny Morgan is based on archetypal themes and patterns from mythology, such as fairies, goddesses, and the Hero’s Journey, and based loosely on Doc Gowdy’s active duty service in the United States Marine Corps with special emphasis on the Golden Age of Piracy in the Caribbean at the turn of the Eighteenth-Century.
Here's an excerpt:
“Who’s in command of your unit?” asked the uniformed officer, looking first to Gunns, then to Morgan.
“Where is your Night Watch commander?”
“I’m in command, Lieutenant,” said Gunns.
When the Lieutenant turned away from Morgan and looked toward Gunns, Morgan quickly yanked off her helmet and stuck the muzzle of her blaster rifle under the officer’s chin. “Don’t none a’ yeh move!” she shouted across the room.
At the back of the tavern, one of the armored Night Watch troopers immediately started to level his weapon on Morgan. Before anyone in the room knew what had happened, Tink had drawn her blaster pistol in the blink of an eye sending a sun-bright energy bolt streaking just over the heads of several pirates that instantly blasted through the unsuspecting trooper’s armor, dropping him like a ninety kilo sack of Miinian barley. He lay dead on the wooden floor in a smoking heap between two shocked, wide-eyed pirates staring down at him in stunned amazement.
“Now,” shouted Morgan, “all a’ yehs drop yer weapons! An’ be quick about it, or we’ll drop another a’ ya!”
Immediately, all the troopers’ weapons fell clattering onto the wooden floor.
Stunned, Lysette stood slightly away from Tink and carefully regarded her armored figure for a moment. She had never in her life seen anything quite like that, and she’d spent many an hour with quite a lot of weapons proficient Imperial Death Watch troopers when she was a child.
Outside the tavern, blaster fire had suddenly erupted as Captain McTaggart and his Marines began systematically eliminating the troopers around the exterior of the Pretty Red.
Taking off his helmet, Gunns shouted, “Buster, take off a helmet from one of these troopers and begin monitoring his communications.”
Quickly removing his own helmet, Buster replied, “Aye, aye, Colonel darlin’.”
Now that the inside of the tavern had been effectively secured, Morgan again turned her attention to the officer whose chin sat resting atop the muzzle of her blaster rifle. “What happened ‘eer, mate? Who kilt them four Night Watch over there lyin’ dead on th’ deck?” she asked, motioning with her head toward the dead bodies by the entrance. “Obviously none a’ these gents, er they wouldn’t still be sittin’ ‘eer as hostages.”
Gowdy will be on virtual book tour May 3 – June 25. Visit his official tour page at Pump Up Your Book to find out more about his exciting new book, Bonny Morgan: The Cassandra Prophesy.
Amazon or Barnes & Noble are the best way to obtain your copies, although it will be available to order in most Virginia Beach bookstores.












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