The quirky thing I loved about Games of Command.

Warning: is this a spoiler? Some people might think so. I’d say it’s somewhat a spoiler. It won’t ruin the romance part, but it mildly ruins the adventure part.

Okay, first, let me say this book, written by Linnea Sinclair, was VERY entertaining on the level of romance and sci fi. The main characters are badass Sass, sort of a female Han Solo gone straight, and uptight Admiral Brandon Kel-Paten, who is secretly not at ALL uptight. He just has to act uptight, because he’s a biocybe, and if anybody found out about his lurid and hot fantasies about Sass, who he has been borderline stalking through the galaxies, he wouldn’t be toast…he’d be a toaster. Actually, I don’t think they have toasters in this future. Maybe a replicator. Or a fork!

ANYWAY, that’s not what I’m writing about here. Because I want to talk about the furzels, which are like futuristic cats. I frankly couldn’t believe—gleefully so—that the entire plantery system in this book was saved by two overweight cats. They have these secret abilities that their owners (Sass and galpal Eden) don’t know about. And they can teleport, too, unbeknownst again, to their owners. Sometimes Sass is like, Hey Tank (her furzel), How’d you get in here? Oh, you must’ve crawled through a vent or something. Weird!

If you go to Linnea Sinclair’s website (see left) you can see photos of her cats, which are the basis of the furzels. That’s the thing with writing fantasy romance—you can make the men however you want, and you can have your cats save the universe. I just thought it was so hilarious. In a good way. Did I make this book sound silly now? I didn’t mean to—this book is tons of fun and I always recommend it to people, and if you hate cats, hey, this is not a major part of the plot, so you’ll still like the book.