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Below that is a Who’s Who with pictures.

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Alana Khan

Glossary

All that and a bag of chips—means that a person is all that and more. Came into use in the mid-1990s

Bitchin’—good, great, awesome. Came into use in the 1960s

Bodacious—impressive, awesome, brave in action, remarkable, prodigious. Came into use in 1892

Bogart—To keep something all for oneself, thus depriving anyone else of having any. Came into use in 1965

Chillax—A mixture between the terms “chillout” and “relax”. Came into use in 2001.

Cool Beans—Used to describe something very favorable or pleasing. Great. Very nice. Came into use in the late ’60s/early ’70s

Fierto—foot

Get Jiggy—where an unhip or older person wants to sound hip or cool. Came into use in the late 1990s

Go Postal—To lash out violently and at random, often in a blind rage. Came into use in 1986.

Hella—it is commonly used in place of "really" or "very" when describing something. Came into use in 1987.

Ince—inch

Ludus—gladiator training area, gymnasium

Main Squeeze—the person you'll always have strong, intimate feelings for. No matter what. Came into use in 1970.

Minima—minute

Modicum—second

Off the chain—Out of control, wild fun. Came into use in the 1990s.

Posse—your crew, your homies, a group of friends, people who have your back. Came into use in the mid-1600s. I’m not sure when it came into use like this.

Punking—playing a practical joke on someone. Came into use in the early 1970s.

The bomb or da bomb—A phrase that is used to show something is really cool or awesome. Came into use in the 1940s.

Wayy—very much.

Whack—something in bad taste or is otherwise unappealing, bad, unfashionable, stupid or of low quality. Came into use in the 1990s

Wicked—Cool. Came into use in 1961.

Sneak Peek of Wrage, Book 11 in the Galaxy Gladiators Alien Abduction Romance Series

Chapter One

Wrage

“Why would they hire her? She’s ugly and has no talent?” I ask, not trying to keep my voice down even though we’re only a few fiertos from the stage.

“She’s got a nice voice,” Justus says as he pours himself another glass of the local fermented havaché the waitress just set on our table.

“You only say that because you’ve been a slave all your life, what would you know of talent?” I goad. “I wasn’t enslaved until I was fifteen. I know how a good vocalist should sound.”

“You’re just angry, Wrage. Everyone at this table knows you fell hard for the female who tricked you out of the credits you were saving to buy your freedom. She looked a lot like the singer you’re insulting. Don’t hold it against her. Her voice is pretty.”

“Pretty as my ass.” I refill my glass and inspect the performer more closely. Justus is right, she reminds me of Sibyl, the bitch my owner sent to my bunk night after night. She and my owner conspired against me, got me to fall in love with her, then tricked me into buying her freedom at the cost of all the credits I’d saved with the hope of buying my own freedom. I never saw her again after the day I handed over all my money.

Too bad someone else killed him during the slave revolt; I wish I could have done it with my bare hands. That was two lunars ago. After that, I was welcomed aboard a ship of escaped gladiators running from the law. I’m glad to be free, but I’m not ready to return to my home planet. I don’t know if I ever want to go back.

I don’t know where I belong, but I don’t think it’s onboard the ship with the others. I’m restless. Trained as a gladiator for the last fifteen years, all I want to do is fight.

“You need singing lessons,” I shout, then take a long swig of havaché.

“You need lessons in good manners,” she snips back immediately, looking down her nose at me from the stage.

Anger flares from my belly then races to heat my face. Dracking bitch is mocking me?

“Who’d you drack to get this job?”

She had turned to her other side as she sang, ignoring me, but her eyes snap to mine because of my question. Despite her anger, she says nothing, just keeps singing.

“Wrage, brother, she wears a slave collar. It’s only been two lunars since you’ve worn one. Why would you provoke the female? She’s just doing her job.”

“Because she’s irritating the drack out of me.”

“Don’t get us kicked out of here. I like watching the pretty thing. Go have fun in the gaming room next door.” He waves