concepts about Riga

Concepts 

On the concept of basing a character on a real person. For me this is my character Riga. Riga is based on ****** who is a real person. Real in every single way. As real as Riga is. Yet real is fiction. At least having a flying saucer, magical powers and being to travel in outer space. This is where real life and stories blur. I try to make them real. Did I succeed? You tell me. Are the Riga flying scenes real? Is the description of a fusion reactor real? What of the sex scenes? Would the real Riga be such an intense lover? And what of her critical thinking and bad moods? Where is the cross. Over and where is the line? Reality morphed into fiction. And vice versa. Riga book 7 is on the way. As with all my other fictional characters I did my best. Read my Riga books and head to the stars. After all, we are all star children. 

fish

The fisherman had a wooden boat with a fabric sail. When they dropped the planet killing from from the glider he was at sea. The bomb fell down. It detonated. A shock wave concentrically erupted. It was all powerful. All things ceased to be. The arguing irate wife and meal husband. The busy factory doing triple shifts. The corrupt politician doing graft. A yellow dog eating her food. All this disappeared under the single shockwave. This went around the globe a hundred times. The man in his wooden boat fishing survived. Why was this? Did he have done protection? Now he inhabited a planet devoid of life. Why was he spared? It was tondo with specifics. That of being the right place at the wrong time. Or opposite. He was going after salmon. The were far from shore but in shallow water. He had gotten a few and was after more. Then he would return home. Sell his catch at market. Smoke and eat the rest. Now there was no market to return to. He set off hone with his fish. All to eat alone. He the king of the world. A lone fisherman. Why was he spared?

fish

The fisherman had a wooden boat with a fabric sail. When they dropped the planet killing from from the glider he was at sea. The bomb fell down. It detonated. A shock wave concentrically erupted. It was all powerful. All things ceased to be. The arguing irate wife and meal husband. The busy factory doing triple shifts. The corrupt politician doing graft. A yellow dog eating her food. All this disappeared under the single shockwave. This went around the globe a hundred times. The man in his wooden boat fishing survived. Why was this? Did he have done protection? Now he inhabited a planet devoid of life. Why was he spared? It was tondo with specifics. That of being the right place at the wrong time. Or opposite. He was going after salmon. The were far from shore but in shallow water. He had gotten a few and was after more. Then he would return home. Sell his catch at market. Smoke and eat the rest. Now there was no market to return to. He set off hone with his fish. All to eat alone. He the king of the world. A lone fisherman. Why was he spared?

Riga Book Series Links

 

This book series is about Riga. I know who Riga is and what she stands for. This is about Riga. She represents strength in adversity and courage and love. To February 2026 there are six books.


https://www.amazon.se/dp/B0GL4CWHYX

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https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0G4WZ4XG3

 

 

Riga chill sub

Riga Chill Sub

Riga was in her plane cockpit. The lid was closed. She was still on the ground. The turboprop engine spun over. It made a whirring noise. Quite pleasant if somewhat odd. Not a bad sound. The Aircon hummed along. This was cool in more than description. It was chilling the small pilot. Her mood was cool. Not fury. She nodded. This was good. One thing I like about the plane is the AC. The makers installed a good system. It cannot be improved. Riga adjusted the vents. They were positioned within reach. Even with a full flight suit she was fine. She finished her pre-flight checks. Flicked through computer screens. Checking the bird’s stats. Its stats were her stats. All was in the green as normal. Riga allowed another minute to cool down and for any errors to show up. There were none. She advanced the single throttle to Full Power. A whine filled the cockpit now. Releasing the brakes, she moved forward. The runway was visible through the canopy and Heads Up Display. She taxied onto the centre and got radio clearance off the tower. Grinning she tightened her face mask. Away they went. Acceleration pushed her into the seat as six thousand horses did their joyous work. Soon Riga was flying. She brought up the gear and kept the flaps down for best climb speed. Up aloft. Nothing serious now. A training test mission. A few loops and rolls and going up to maximum height. Riga closed her visor and monitored the screens and gauges. A clear flying day. The AC did its job. As did Riga. Noting off test points on the chart strapped to her knee with a pencil. Easy peasy lemon squeezy! Riga the test pilot loving the Aircon. Her six-ton plane was part of her. She rolled upside down. Her hair fell loose. Her heart jumped with joy. I am a bird. Bird Riga...

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Riga Limit

Riga Limit

Riga flew her spaceship over the blue alien planet. Light years from Earth. She was maxed out. No sleep for twenty-four hours. Her chest felt tight her breathing laboured. Fuck! My angina high blood and heart disease. I faint light headed. Oh no! not a stoke. Her vision blurred slightly. Her mind was mush. Cognitively she could handle no more. Her mind was processing information wrongly. Fuck! I'm losing my damn edge. My health conditions. I thought they were fixed. Shit. Gotta bring up the flight computer before I crash. Computer come online. Take over. I am... Struggling...

 

Pink lights danced on the air before Riga. The computer online. She nodded. The computer read her thoughts. It began a landing approach. Made the force field stronger. Lowered the landing skids. Narrowed the viewing window view. Fine tined the anti-gravity system for the local gravity. Enabling the invisibility cloak.

 

Riga lay back and shut her eyes. She was thinking of her father. Always of him. Where was he now? Could she fly to him in such a ship? Could she do a magic spell? Juniper's Daughter had taught Riga well. But what Riga asked was impossible. To see her father again. Except in a dream. A dream…

 

Riga's ship landed safely. Riga was elsewhere. Physically on the flight deck sprawled on the large red leather pilot’s seat. She was in another place. There was no more fatigue or mental overload. She was calm relaxed. Not irate with Pedro or stressed with work or full of sadness. She was... Fine.

 

My dear Riga. Please do not worry. Try to relax. You are with me now. In this place there is no time. You can go forward or back. Simply join me here when you want. We are together then. Please stop worrying and grieving. Please my daughter! I beg you. The truth is I never left you. I simply changed form. Like water changes form from a liquid to a gas to solid. Please understand that. I am always by your side. I never left Riga. And please forgive Pedro. Do not be mad at him. He's a good guy. Even if you are no longer together. Please be his friend. You hurt him deeply. Make peace with yourself and with him. Promise me on this Riga...

 

Yes father. I promise you. I missed you so much...

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Dream Mind: A Series of Dream Images in Words by Nick Armbrister

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 A book about the dreams of a man called Veno. Venture through his dreams, enter his mind and see dozens of different worlds, situations and images. From forbidden sex, to the supernatural, to fantastic flying experiences and much more. This a different book for all you dreamers.