Unus pro-omnibus, omnes pro uno.

One for all, all for one. We are the Stargirls forever!

“Awakening, they felt weird and wonderful powers stir within them, powers that no longer alarmed them. What they felt was beyond words when they experienced an epiphany, realizing they were the genetic offspring of the Star people. Created from love to protect the Star people and Earth from evil. In that glorious moment, the Stargirls understood their Starlight destiny as Intergalactic Angels and Guardians of Earth.”

An ancient alien prophecy. Five extraordinary women become something superhuman. One diabolical cosmic tyrant determined to enslave them for their Star power.

By the decree of the Starlight Prophecy, five intrepid women are destined to become Star Warrior Mystics. This cosmic calling forces them to experience what it feels like to evolve into something more than human—an alien, superhuman state that both enthralls and terrifies them. Driven by passionate intellect, fiery natures, and adventurous hearts, this band of sisters must boldly accept their shocking destiny to defeat a cosmic terror.

Called to embark on a perilous journey to save a dying alien civilization, their path collides with the maniacal obsession of Lord God Aagaatar. The tyrannical warlord seeks to enslave the Stargirls and harvest their emerging Star power to execute his ultimate Final Solution: the genocide of the Star people and obliteration of Earth.

To cement his reign as the absolute King of Terror across the Vaangeez Galaxy, Aagaatar will stop at nothing to trap and torture the Stargirls into complete submission to his will. Can the Stargirls master their frightening new powers in time to rescue a dying world and save themselves and Earth from destruction, or will they become the ultimate weapons of a megalomaniac’s galactic conquest?

STARGIRLS, is an epic and amazing science fiction novel that features a sweeping narrative and massive world-building that tackles profound existential and philosophical themes with high stakes for the Stargirls. The consequences of Stargirl’s actions against their nemesis, Lord God Aagaatar, directly impact their survival and that of Earth and the Star people. The story weaves together complex subplots and diverse perspectives that add depth and authenticity to Stargirl’s superhuman evolution and to the characters’ fighting a galactic war. Beyond mind-bending technological gadgets, it explores humanity-alternating themes like transhumanism, the nature of consciousness, and the origins and destiny of the human race.

Linden Morningstar wrote STARGIRLS to honor and celebrate the births of his five granddaughters and to immortalize them as superheroes. On a deeper level, to explore the mysteries of existence and the universe, and the possibilities about life that our human intelligence has pondered since ancient antiquity. Who are we? Where did we come from? Are we alone?”

Linden lives with his beloved wife, Ari, and three lovable cats, Shiloh, Lilly, and Thunder, in Southern California.

STARGIRLS

TRAVELING FASTER than the speed of light, the gigantic saucer magnetically pulsed into a different dimension. The Stargirls beamed through hyperspace, unaware that someone called Aagaatar, The Great Evil, ruled the better part of the Vanngeez galaxy, while a horrifying fiend named Garlig was in command of the Zaagon saucer imprisoning them. Garlig was the Aagaa Zaagon’s Master Torturer—a monster’s monster.

The Stargirl’s earthly innocence was no match for their vile powers that conspired to control their lives and destiny. Aagaatar was the evil incarnate that conjured unthinkable horrors to dominate the universe and destroy all that was good and loving.

The Aagaa Zaagon Empire was a murderous civilization that interbred with elite members of conquered enemies to strengthen its racial supremacy. The Aagaa Zaagon race, named for its evil god Aagaa, was an unholy word uttered in the throes of sex, the heat of battle, or in curses. The Aagaa were a paranoid race feared and hated for their perverse genius and legendary cruelty. Their way of life is founded on depravity and lust for killing. Random murder was condoned, and slaughtering the enemy was given the highest reward. Homicide and mass murder were as necessary to the Aagaa Zaagon as the air they breathed. The Aagaa Death ethos is believed to be superior for domination of the universe. Black holes were the embodiment of Aagaa Zaagon’s philosophy of Thanatos and symbolized the destructive forces Aagaa Zaagon used to annihilate civilizations and planets.

The Aagaa Zaagon invention of Zano warfare marked a new epoch in their conquest of the Vaangeez galaxy. Advanced civilizations of the Vaangeez galaxy had fought and fled their bloodthirsty invasion to survive.

The Star people had led the last Star rebellion, the Aagaa Zaagon Empire’s greatest enemy—but now encircled, they faced extermination. Abysmally, the military union between the Star people, Etuu, Zataba, Noling, Brazons and Trions had collapsed, crushed by Garlig’s War of Terror. Regardless, the Star people chose to fight to the death rather than surrender to genocide.

Genocide was on the mind of the one in control of the Stargirls. Garlig craved nothing more than the destruction of all enlightened beings; he viewed them as subversive threats. Advanced civilizations had felt the cleansing wrath of the Aagaa Zaagon Empire, which the Evil Master, Aagaatar, proclaimed the “Final Solution.” Garlig had ingeniously trapped the Star people in the Vaangeez galaxy and laid siege to their defensive outposts, softening them up for the final assault. Now, he wondered why he felt such loathing for the Earth aliens.

He ordered them isolated and requested one be brought to him for interrogation. He felt her youth, a weak link to take advantage of—yet, oddly, feared her the most.

“Aagaa,” he swore, “Aagaa, Aagaa.” He thought that when the Master finished using them, he would have his way. The sadistic thought made his misshapen mouth spew out black drool. “Aagaa, Aagaa,” he howled. The craving to maim and kill grew uncontrollable as his powerful tentacles, engorged with blood, flailed in the air. Conflicting passions arose—to touch their flesh—that checked his homicidal impulse, driving him to command his Troag guards to bring them all, despite his inspired plan to question only the one. He wanted to possess them all. He wanted to get up close to touch and smell them, smell the organic juices that gave them life.

Garlig let out an ugly laugh; the exotic life forms foretold to be his Master’s worst nightmare now stood powerless before him. The Star people’s assassins, sent to save them, would soon stand in judgment while he probed their vulnerability. He was the master artist of terror. Inspired by a ghoulish soul, he covered the canvas of life with mayhem and destruction. Some of his subjects required short, rapid strokes of torture to break them, while others required long brush strokes of agony to render them a work of genius. Those who failed his artistic vision were savagely killed.

Anticipation, terror’s handmaid, he manipulated skillfully. Mind-crippling tools, he plied imaginatively. He used love to create unbearable torture, forcing those he could not break or drive insane to witness loved ones being butchered. The whispered threat the Earth aliens represented only fueled the horrors his mind created for them. His blind hatred was a mix of rage and sexual tension. He detested anything that challenged his power. Anything getting in his way was damned.

Garlig roared when informed they soon would stand before his reproachful gaze. He sat on the right-hand side of Aagaatar, the highest Aagaa Zaagon honor, for his unrivaled treachery, shocking violence, and daring conquests.

In the meantime, the monstrous beasts prodded the Stargirls toward the command center with avenging blows to their bodies. The beasts, traumatized by Garlig’s torture, had turned their rage on the Stargirls.

Jill cried out in pain, “God help them if they’ve harmed Lyn.” They had abandoned close combat, choosing to yield as part of their escape plan. They agreed to act helplessly so the enemy would underestimate them. They held Wing Chun, short power, and Chow Gar, shock power, in reserve.

The Stargirls gasped at the sight of Lyn cringing on the floor, her head bowed, holding her arm; feeling relief, they bolted to her, but huge, hairy hands grasped fistfuls of hair, yanking their heads back with neck-breaking force, throwing them to the ground. Knees dug sharp into their backs, pinning them to the floor like insects on a spreading board.

Mad shrieked angrily, “Get off, mutants.” Her shrill shout created confusion in the beasts’ minds, fearing another ferocious attack from them, but when Mad lay still, they eased the numbing pressure off her back. They glanced at their leader for guidance.

Nogaa’s piercing red eyes scowled at his warriors, then at the source of his deplorable defeat, the Stargirls. His huge brow furrowed, deep scars lining his brooding face, telling of forgotten battles he had buried. Nevertheless, his commanding presence was an immediate antidote to his warriors’ fears.

His complexion grew dark; his thoughts searched for an answer to the aliens’ aggression. He knew his warriors’ lives depended on their delivering the aliens respectfully to Garlig. Any sign of alien rebellion would send Garlig into a murderous rage that would rain down on all of them.

He hastily made a command decision and knelt to the alien nearest him. Nogaa grasped the alien’s chin and tilted her drawn face toward him. He gazed into her insolent eyes and smiled while his eyes begged her for understanding. He patted Mad on the head and grimly went to the next alien and repeated his desperate overture. Once he finished soothing them, he bellowed, “Awago, awa daa diwee ki!”

The beasts this time gently lifted them to their feet and secured them in arm locks. They staggered forward, feeling mutual misgivings, while the Stargirls considered whether they had misjudged their ruthless captors. Maybe they had more in common with the beasts than met the eye. Maybe they were all prisoners.

After all, the beasts’ leader had shown kindness despite their strong defense against him. Then again, the beasts’ violence left them guarded.

Garlig’s voice thundered as they entered; the beasts thrust their heads to the floor, making them bow to their master. His deafening laugh and wicked expression were smeared on a terrifying face that gripped them.

They were ill-prepared for what stood before them. Lyn felt repulsion at the incredible sight, a vision of pure horror.

Garlig was Herculean in stature with a crude, warped face and one large, glaring eye. His phenomenal body glistened with unnatural beauty; two fearsome tentacles coiled from his upper back, while two massive humanoid arms formed a chilling demonic look. The horrifying tentacles undulated threateningly as razor-sharp teeth protruded from huge suckers. Without warning, the tentacles surged toward them, causing them to step back with fists raised in defense. Jill, sensing the heartless thing that played with them, barked, “Lower your guard.”

Her swift command saved them from a vicious attack. She thought, Submission… the Way of Sun Tzu… the backdoor to valor, given what they faced. Jill commanded, “Kneel,” and they meekly kneeled and prostrated themselves in false worship, thus charming the monster’s ego.

Garlig choked back black bile, letting out a contemptible laugh that appeased his rage. He gloated at his enemies lying face down before him. He felt exhilaration—he, the Elixir of Death—as his powerful tentacles reached down and coarsely caressed their recoiling bodies, making them shudder. He withdrew his groping tentacles and gave a signal to the beasts to lift them to their feet. He had come close to disobeying Aagaatar’s strict orders to deliver the aliens unharmed to him. Their deaths would have meant his own. His rage returned. His homicidal fantasies were displaced onto the Troag leader.