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Woman the Sun-God Made cover illustration

This is the cover illustration of Woman the Sun-God Made. This is a rewrite of Gardner F. Fox’s Planet Stories, Winter, 1946. It is a short story of 16500 words long. Here are the first two pages for you to sample.


They called her a god and worshiped her. She neither ate, drank, nor breathed the wild free air. She was mighty beyond belief. Ananda was burden by this, for all she wanted was to be human.

ANANDA stood on the warm white sands and stretched. She was tall and slender. Her golden flesh shined in the sun. The hot yellow rays of the sun played across her chest and the curves on her hips. Ananda smiled. It was good to be alive, even if she was a god.
She wondered when they would come to worship her again. They always called to her with the suota-horns. The trumpets resounded out across this place called, Lyalar. The silver deserts and blue lakes were home to Ananda.
She hoped it would be soon, for she had, despite herself, grown to like sitting on the ruby throne. She could see the upturned faces of her people from where she sat. Looking across the groined vastness of the Ruler’s Chamber, she adored those faces. Even the rat-face of Ortho who always seem to up to no go. His face was opposite to the beautiful one of Jaio and her smiling red lips.
Ananda gave many gifts to Jaio from the treasures that the Lyalar people heaped upon her. And always it seemed she was eager for more. Her green eyes flickering like those of a greedy child. Jaio thought of Ananda as an older sister.
Ananda spread her arms. She could feel millions of tiny mouths in her skin open wide to drink in the energy. The life that poured from the titanic orb of fire in the heavens that was the sun to the planet Lyalar.
Ananda ate no food and breathed no air. All that she needed for her existence she got from the glorious sun. As the energy flooded into her, making her tingle in every fiber of her being. Ananda also felt the effects of that energy on her brain. The power she fed on was so great that it opened the deeper spaces of her mind so that any problem was no problem at all.

She had found the stone tower a place of escape.
Ananda did not sleep. At times, her mind would race to the sun and back. Always thinking, will they ever think of me as one of there on?
She came upon the tower when she was out exploring the stark silver sand of Lyalar. Built of basalt stones, round as the trunk of a tree. It was something new to her. I thought I had explored all the strange places of this planet.
Ananda had run to it, testing her swift feet. She could out run a dozen swey-cats, one after another. Ananda was more than swift. She was inhuman.
With all that energy flooding through her, the lock was easy to break. She took it in her hands and her muscles writhed and bulged, and the red metal of the old lock snapped. With the flat of a hand, she pushed open the door and went in.
It was dim and cool inside, and at first, Ananda did not like it. There were queer objects all about the room, some made of glass, some made of metal. There were curves and cones. There were vibrating rods of the thickness of a man’s little finger. And books!
Even the libraries of the Tryall, her people, contained no books such as these. She lifted one down and browsed, and found that her mind became calmed by the words. She understood the words. She knew what those terms and symbols meant. Her mind frightened Ananda at times. She was never taught how to read and write. Her mind almost felt like it was not a part of her.
Many hours Ananda spent in that odd place. Calming her mood. It was a change from the deserts and the ruby throne. Throughout the years, she found that she had amassed an education from the books – Su-oh-ta!

A LOUD and clear shrill from narrow trumpets rang sweet and clear. They brought Ananda erect. The peculiar ring chained to her neck bounced on her chest. She looked toward the dim horizon and the city of Yara-goth. Her people and the ruby throne resided there. This was the call to the god of the Lyalar.
Ananda ran, like a perfect machine that never tired. She ran across the white sands to the eerie forest in which all the trees resembled snow flakes. The forest reflected silver-white light in the sun. Deep in the heart of the forest lay an azure pool, its blueness contrasted the silver glimmer of the forest.

The towers of Yara-goth were slim and dark beyond the grassy fields. They were like drops of blood on a satin pillow they brooded. The city reminded the people of Lyslar that they were lesser to the Ardoth.
As she made her way to the entrance of the city, a girl was standing before a golden door set flush with the hillside.
“Jaio!” Amanda shouted.
“Speak not, on your life!” Jaio whimpered back.
They stood for the moment. Ananda heard the voices then. Harsh voices, where they were in contrast to the Tryallians who spoke in musical tones.
“The Ardoth! They have returned?” Jaio whispered again.
“Yes. They swear to kill you, Ananda.” Jaio eyes were wide with fear. “They are hunting you now, along with the tunnels to the door.”
Ananda bent and scooped the girl high to her chest, cradling her, grinning. “They will never catch Ananda.”

Ananda began to run. Her legs blurred with the speed of her motion. She stepped out along the grassy slope, and down it, and then was running free on the flat desert plains.
She heard Jaio’s gasp as she grew aware of her pace. She buried her head against Ananda’s shoulder to catch her breath. Her red hair whipped and stung Ananda’s face as the wind tossed it.
For hours Ananda ran. Not needing to breathe, she held a pace with the wind. When she swung the girl down, she was as composed as though she had only moved ten feet.
Jaio stared up at her with warm green eyes. “You are a god, Ananda. Only a god could run without effort.”
“No god. Only – only – ” Ananda halted. She had no word to describe herself. Neither did the Tryall, except “god.”
So god she had become, yet she was aware that she was unique among men and women.
“We are far from the Ardoths now!” Jaio said with staring wide eyes. “They have returned, Ananda!”
Ananda said. “It would be easy to hide here on the deserts until they have left.”
Jaio stirred, saying, “I do not want to stay on the deserts. They are bare places. No people, no laughter.”
“I don’t blame you. There must be something I can do.” Ananda rubbed her hands on the soft white fur that hung on her rounded hips. A hot anger beat up inside her, making her nostrils flare.


Issue #5 Woman the Sun-God Made is at the Printer. I’m expecting copies to be printed and ready for delivery by March 5th, 2017. The issue is 36 pages long, B&W and standard comic book size. It also includes an 8-page comic book short about a badass female apocalyptic bounty hunter named CRICKET. Retails $5 + $2 US S&H. You can Pre-order a copy here.