Lips slightly parted in an expression of grim determination,
revealing for a brief moment a set of perfect white teeth, Lyra Jones swung her saber at the nearest attacker. Her bare, muscular limbs barely strained from the effort. When all the Men of the Moon lay slain at her feet, the valiant Space Huntress allowed herself to rest....

Lyra Jones is one of four protagonists in my novella, Cliche. It tells the story of poorly-written fictional characters emerging from their books to confront their poorly writers -- hilarity ensues. Lyra was originally written as a pulp fiction heroine, who somehow manages to win many an intergalactic swordfight in skimpy, impractical armor without losing life or limb. Lyra much prefers pairing her scant armor with a long-sleeved tunic and baggy pants, which offer both modesty and protection against harsh weather out in space.

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