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It is the year 2037, when men are men and robots are cute. Patience, the robot wife, has a new friend– Wanda. Wanda, another Daffodil, has been having difficulty bonding with her human, the recently divorced Ryan. She hopes that with Patience’s mentoring, she’ll be able to help Ryan accept her into his troubled life. But even Patience isn’t prepared for what happens when they take a joint vacation cruise to Antarctica. His Robot Wife: Patience is a Virtue is a science fiction story in a world where technology is more than just a pretty face.

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The Drache Girl – Chapter 4 Excerpt

“Do you have a last name?” wondered Graham.

He sat beneath a willow on a large rock ten feet from the frigid water of Battle Creek. Hamonth was almost over and the chilly winds had, for now, stopped. It was still cold enough for a steady cloud of steam to make its way up from the cups of tea, Senta had poured from the pot she carried in her picnic basket.

“You know I do,” replied Senta. “You’ve heard it a hundred times.”

“I guess I wasn’t paying attention. What is it?”

“Zurfina says that if you are famous and powerful enough, you don’t need more than one name. It’s like kings and queens, and Magnus the Great.”

“My Da says everything deserves a name, and people deserve a last name.”

“He does not.”


“I bet he never said any such thing.”

Graham shrugged.

“Did he say it or not?”


“You just said that he said it?”


“I knew it,” said Senta. “You just go around saying ‘My Da says this’ and ‘My Da says that’ and he never said any such thing.”



“I only say that he said things that he really would say, but he just might not have.”

“I always knew you were dodgy.”

Graham shrugged again and took a sip of his tea. Then his brow twisted in thought.

“I bet you do the same thing,” he said.


“You’re always going on about how ‘Zurfina says this’. I bet you make it up too.”




“She actually said that bit about not needing a last name?”

“Word for word.”

“Oh.” He sipped his tea again. “So do you figure you’re famous and powerful enough, then?”


“Are you famous and powerful enough that you don’t need a last name?”

“No, I guess not,” said Senta. “I don’t think I like it though. I never knew anyone else with it. It’s Bly.”

“Oh, right. It’s not that bad.”

“It’s better than Dokkins.”

“No. My Da says Dokkins is one of the finest names in Greater Brechalon.” Then he added. “And he does say that too.”

Senta stood up; balancing on the large rock, then bent down at the waist and sat her teacup where she had been sitting. She stretched her arms out to either side and balanced herself, as she stepped in her bare feet from one rock to another. She made a circuitous route back to the picnic basket and opened it up. She pulled out a warm potpie in a small ceramic bowl. She held the pie out in her left hand and a fork in her right and balanced her way across five more rocks to where the brown haired, freckled boy sat and handed both to him.

“You know you’ve got a hole in that dress?”

“Yes,” said Senta, sadly.

His Robot Wife: Patience is a Virtue – Chapter 16 Excerpt

Ryan spent the last day of the cruise with Patience and Mike. Despite medical advice and a continuing pain in his neck, he signed himself out of Medical and met them at their cabin that morning. They expended little energy, staying away from the water park, or the Ferris wheel, or even the casino. They did visit the penguin habitat and even sat by the Celebrity Pool for an hour.

Just after noon the M.S. Bacchanalia came to rest in its usual spot at the end of the long, thin peninsula. Patience made sure that Ryan’s bags, as well as their own, were all properly packed before turning them over to be transferred to the airline. She made a quick stop at Medical and Security to say goodbye to Moira and Carl.

As they took the people mover belt from the ship to the transportation terminal, there seemed to be far more people than when they had been traveling the other direction. There also seemed to be many more people unaccompanied by robots. Once under the great domed ceiling of the terminal, they saw why.

Hundreds of inactive Gizmo robots were standing, leaning, and in some cases stacked one upon the other at one end of the massive room. Comanco, the company that provided the Gizmo operating system, had set up a special station where the afflicted individuals had their systems wiped and then reinstalled. Patience just shook her head.

The two men and one robot had halfway crossed to the huge escalator, when a man in a brown suit intercepted them. In one hand he held a briefcase and in the other a clipboard, so he didn’t offer to shake hands when he spoke to them.

“Mr. Keller?”

“Yes,” said Ryan.

“I’m a representative of Rio Cruise Lines. We would like to give you this check for $75,000 to cover your expenses and the loss of your property. Also in this envelope you will find two free tickets to another Rio Cruise Lines cruise of your choice. There is no expiration date. You can use that anytime you want to. We just need you to sign this receipt.”

He shoved the clipboard toward Ryan.

“Hold the phone,” said Mike. “Patience, look over that form.”

The man tried to pull the clipboard back, but Patience quickly snatched it from his hand.

“It is a release of liability,” she said, after giving it a once-over.

“Nice,” said Mike with a scowl. “You ambush him and shove this in his face. He’ll take this home and read it, and then he can decide if he wants what you’re offering him or not.”

“I’m afraid it’s a limited offer.”

“No, it’s not. You send him your contact info and he’ll call as soon as he decides whatever he decides.”

“I really don’t think I want to sue the cruise lines,” said Ryan.

“I’m not saying you should,” said Mike. “Just go home and read this paper before you sign it. Then, when you’re comfortable in your own home and in your own time, decide what’s best for you.” He glared at the man. “Is that all right with you, or is it too reasonable?”

“I… I’m sure that will be fine.”

The flight home seemed even longer than the flight south had been. Mike was in no hurry to get off in Buenos Aires, so they stayed on the plane. As it turned out, those passengers who had stepped off were quickly ushered back on when a large bomb exploded three miles from the airport, just outside the green zone. The plane took off on time but with many worried occupants.

The Drache Girl – Chapter 3 Excerpt

There was chaos on the shore. Practically every citizen of Nutooka was pressed into the confines of the harbor. Some screamed. Some cried. Some waved to get the attention of the battleship off shore. No doubt all of them would have piled into small boats and rowed out to the ship, if Captain Mould had not already had all of the local boats scuttled. Even so, some of the people on shore jumped into the water, trying to swim out to the ship. The city of Nutooka itself was almost completely empty. This was not surprising, once one looked at the size of the army advancing upon it. For more than three years, the followers of the Ape god Guma and their allies, the antiforeigner Red Sashes, had built up their strength. Now they were ready to eliminate the Brechs, whose single naval installation was, they felt, the greatest blight on their great land of Enclep.

On the bridge of the battleship H.M.S. Superb, the captain and his first officer watched the locals’ panic, while several other officers hunched over a map of the region surrounding the port. Captain Mould was the youngest captain in the Royal Navy of Greater Brechalon, and looked every inch like a man capable of rising quickly in that prestigious service. His sharp nose and neatly trimmed beard gave him the look of a predatory bird, which his black eyes did nothing to diminish. He turned on his heel and looked at the men hunched over the map.

“Where are they exactly, Wizard Than?”

One of the officers, dressed no different than any of the others save a blue bar on the sleeve of his stiffly starched white uniform, waved his hand over the map and said, “Uuthanum.” A hundred tiny red dots appeared grouped in three large bunches on the map, indicating three massive arms of the approaching army.

“Whenever you are ready, Commander,” said the Captain.

“Aye, sir.”

Commander Staff seemed almost the polar opposite of his captain in some ways. Light blond and clean-shaven, his freckled face made him look far younger than his twenty-nine years. His small nose and well-formed mouth made him almost too pretty. For all that, he seemed nothing less of a naval man of action than his superior. He leaned over the ship’s phone.

“Sixteen degrees, eight minutes. Twenty-two degrees, five minutes. Elevation, make it five thousand yards. Load high explosive.”

The entire ship shook slightly as the two massive front facing turrets, each with three twelve-inch guns, turned into position. Once they were in place, Staff leaned back over the phone.

“Lay down a pattern of fire.”

Six giant guns fired, rending the air with a sound that thunder could only envy. Huge gouts of flame and monstrous clouds of acrid smoke shot across the bay. As soon as the flame was gone and the great sound began to die away, the guns fired off again. And again. And again. Three hundred massive shells were fired into the advancing army on the far side of the city of Nutooka.

“Hold fire,” said Staff into the phone. The thundering of the cannons ceased.

“Are they getting the message, Wizard Than?” asked the Captain.

The wizard and the other officers watched the red dots across the map. They began to spread out from the three masses of their original formation into an even dispersion throughout the jungle.

“Just what we hoped for, Captain,” said the wizard.

“You know what to do, Mr. Staff.”

Once again, Staff leaned over the phone. “Raise elevation to seven thousand yards. Load anti-personnel.” Then turning back to Captain Mould. “Ready, sir.”

“At your discretion, Mr. Staff.”

“Lay down your pattern of fire.”

The six giant guns began firing again. While the first three hundred shells had just grazed the advancing forces’ front, this extended volley fell right in their midst. The raised elevation spread the falling shells throughout the army. The first wave of fire, laid down with high explosive shells that had blown up upon impact, created huge craters in the jungle battlefield and knocked down thousands of trees. This second attack was made with anti-personnel shells, which burst upon impact releasing tens of thousands of flechettes, needle-like bits of iron, which then flew in all directions, slicing through the warriors on the ground and their terror-bird mounts, like hot tacks through butter. Captain Mould and Commander Staff stepped back to lean over the officers and look at the map. The red dots, indicating the cult fighters and the Red Sash terrorists were disappearing from the paper. The red dots were fading away not in ones and twos, but in hundreds, in thousands. By the time three hundred shells had been fired, only a tiny fraction of the symbols representing the enemy remained.

“All right Mr. Staff, hold fire.”

“Hold fire,” called Staff into the ship’s phone. The great cannons became quiet.

“Mr. Rise.” The captain turned his attention to the man inside the nearby wireless room. “Signal Major Black to advance.”

Captain Mould stepped stiffly back to the other officers watching the map. A line of blue dots began sweeping across the map from the far right side. These dots represented the contingent of Royal Marines, whose job it would be to finish off the enemy and who ironically enough were dressed in their bright red coats and white pith helmets. The captain nodded in satisfaction at the outcome of the operation. With any luck, it would be a permanent blow to the forces of instability in Enclep. If not that, at least it would set them back years.

“Commander Staff, it looks as though you will be able to make your rendezvous with the S.S. Arrow.”

“Yes, Sir.”

A New Writers Group

So, I decided to visit the Henderson Writers Group to check it out.  I live in Henderson, but have never been to any of their meetings, though I do occasionally run across a member.  Checking their website, I found they had several meetings each week, but all but one of them are held someplace outside of Henderson!  Go figure.  So I decided to attend the meeting here.  It was still on the other side of the city from me, about 10 miles away.  So I cruised over in 114-degree heat to the location at National University… and I couldn’t find any meeting.  The website said go to National University and follow the signs.  I found no meeting and no signs and no one to ask about it.  Lest you think National University is some sprawling campus and I missed them.  It’s not.  It’s a single floor of a single office building.  Oh well.

What I’m Working On

Duh.  I’m working very hard to get His Robot Wife: A Great Deal of Patience done.  It is coming along.  Watch this space for a release date, or stop by patreon.com/wesleyallison and find out how you can see chapter excerpts as they are written.

After this book is done, as I’ve mentioned before, my plan is to finish books that I’ve started and then let sit.  That means a new Senta and the Steel Dragon book and at least one of two space sci-fi stories.  Watch this space for more info and for release dates for Patience.

Oh, and here is the new cover.

His Robot Wife: Patience is a Virtue – Chapter 15 Excerpt

Mike was already dressed when Patience arrived back in their room. He looked quite handsome in his white shirt and tan slacks. They met Wanda and Ryan out in the hall and all walked down to the Incubus Steakhouse together. After sitting down, the men planned out their orders. Mike chose the iceberg wedge, peppercorn New York steak with red onion compote, ginger sweet potatoes, and chocolate mouse cake. Ryan ordered the warm asparagus salad with hollandaise and truffle vinaigrette, braised beef short ribs with m’hamsa couscous, French horn mushrooms, and bacon; and crème brulee.

Patience was quiet, a fact that Wanda was quick to point out.

“Is it the murder?” she asked.

“You know about that, do you?” asked Mike.

“Everyone knows about it,” said Ryan. “And of course, Wanda knows that they asked Patience to help them solve it. Did you figure it out?”

“Yes,” said Patience. “I might as well tell you, since it will be widely known shortly.”

“We knew them,” Mike told Ryan. “Well, we met them. We had lunch with them.”

“The girl who was murdered and her robot?”



“Yeah, well…”

“So who killed her?” Ryan asked, turning to Patience.

“Delia killed Bella,” said Patience.

“Who is Delia?”

“Delia was her Daffodil. She killed Bella and she killed herself.”

“That cannot be right,” said Wanda, “but I see that it is.”

“Why?” asked Mike. “Why did she kill her?”

“Bella met a man. Delia loved Bella and was afraid that she would lose her to him.”

“That is really frightening,” said Ryan.

“It’s really human, is what it is,” said Mike. “It’s just the kind of thing that humans do to each other all the time. You just don’t expect it from a robot… and yes, I know she wasn’t just a robot—she was a Daffodil.”

“It is too horrible,” said Wanda. “She was for Bella. She should have wanted whatever was best for Bella, even if it meant giving her up.”

“See Ryan,” said Mike. “You have a special little robot there.”

“I realize that.”

The salads arrived and they began eating.

“You feel the same way, don’t you, Patience?” asked Wanda. “You feel the same way about Mike that I do about Ryan, don’t you?”

Patience flashed her a nonverbal blip of annoyance but answered. “I love Mike and I want him to be happy of course. Over the past few years however, I have programmed myself to want him… to need him. I have been running it over in my mind for the past several hours. More and more I understand how Delia was feeling. I don’t know how I would react if I thought I was losing Mike.”

Ryan choked on a bit of lettuce and took a quick drink of water, giving Mike a nervous look.

“It’s my fault,” said Mike. “I’m just too damn charming. The women and robots—they just go crazy for me.”

Patience smiled and put her hand on his. The main courses arrived and the conversation took a much lighter tone through the rest of their meal. After dessert, they left the steakhouse and walked downstairs to the movie theater.

“What shall we see,” asked Ryan.

“Okay,” said Mike. “We have a sappy chick flic, two mindless action movies, and Shakespeare.”

“So… Motor California?”

Much Ado About Nothing.”

“I was afraid you were going to say that,” said Ryan. “Well, I suppose we don’t have to see the same movie.”

“Try a little culture for once. Maybe you’ll like it.”

“All right. I’ll try it, but I don’t think I’ll like it.”

One hundred nine minutes later the four of them stepped back out of the theater entrance.

“That wasn’t that bad,” said Ryan.

“See, I knew you’d like it,” said Mike.

“It didn’t hurt that Margarite Pine was in it.”

“Which one was she?”

“The one with the boobs.”

“Oh, the one who played Beatrice. Yes, she is a healthy young woman.”

“She’s in Motor California, too,” said Wanda. “Ryan has it in his queue. He finds her sexually appealing.”


“Oh, I don’t mind. I think I look a little bit like her.”