Stepping into Stories, One Word at a Time
“Jules fucking hated space. The low-g, or micro-g, or zero-g, or whatever the fuck you called it. The c-effect that made her stomach screw up and threaten to burst through her lips at the first sign of spin-grav. The promise that, if she stepped outside of her manufactured bubble, death, and only death, would meet... Continue Reading →
“Sanda slapped her palm against the screen, leaving a goopy handprint. Two hundred thirty years. It wasn’t possible. She’d heard rumblings that the Icarions were working on something big, but not big enough to wipe out two whole planets. Nothing in the universe man-made could produce that kind of power. She should know. Bero was... Continue Reading →
Of Worlds Forgotten 