To The Dust excerpt
The Admiral stood hunched over the surgery counter, staring sadly at Phaedra’s placenta. She knew she had to preserve it intact and was resisting an urge to eat it raw....
Read MoreThe Admiral stood hunched over the surgery counter, staring sadly at Phaedra’s placenta. She knew she had to preserve it intact and was resisting an urge to eat it raw....
Read More“What can I do for you today, Lord?” Vesuvius asked. “Tea?”Groomstool sighed as he took his seat. No way was he going to drink Vesuvius’ tea, usually a micro dose...
Read MoreAdmiral Cane searched the minibar for something to drink. “You drank all the champagne?†she asked, her face illuminated by the fridge light.Phaedra said in a dull...
Read Moreexcerpt from The Martian Princess, Volume Three of Drift The line to the elevator was as disorderly as it was long. Thousands of people were crammed into holding pens...
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