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Penn, Rose and Angus’s Body

Rose’s hand stroked his cheek. “Ohhh, Penn. This well-fed English yeoman’s look really isn’t doing it for me.” He covered her hand and held it against his face. “This body makes me feel alive again. I haven’t felt this good…

Penn and Sgt. Aphros

The door to the monastic cell opened. A woman stood in the light of a window streaming in the orangish-red light of Luyten’s star on her close-cropped blue hair and hard-bitten features. A scar ran down one side of her…

Time Flows and Flips

Penn stepped from his apartment onto the spiral stairs leading down to the Guild’s central courtyard. He told Fred, his AI, to slip the construct of a pirate over his personality. The Guild Master had told him to fix Teagarden…

Meeting Old Friends

Having lain by the gate for several minutes, listening and peering in the dark, Penn gathered himself and sprang for the base of a palm tree, outside the walls. Several disruptor blasts slammed into the tree. Cries of “I got…

Penn and the Space Lizard Meat

“ Look out, fool!” Penn leaped to his left and crashed into the wall that surrounded the spaceport. The kid on a high-seat grav cycle threw the back of his tattooed fist up in the air, in a gesture of…

Sean and the Horned Ones

Sean leaned against a deck post and watched the end of a broken rail splash in the wavelets of a passing greatfish. He sat his rebreather down beyond a pool of blood on the deck boards. He’d checked the river…

Penn and Rose meet

Penn pulled himself into the gap between two merlons and plopped onto the walkway. Hurried footsteps sounded softly. He rolled over. His left hand held his flechette pistol. A figure blocked the larger moon in the night sky. Silver lamè…

Martha Well’s and Diana Gabaldon’s Books

Have been reading Martha Well’s “Murderbot Diaries” and Diana Gabladon’s “Outlander” series. Both of them are in first person and very close perspective. The protagonists’ thoughts and feelings are always on display. They have given me a master class in…

The Crossroads

Rose set her courier ship down on Crossroads Station and grabbed her briefcase off the galley counter. The Annandale might be a Guild courier ship, but she still had to pay her way. The AI-infused creatures, who were in stasis…

A Dragon at Peace

A scarlet dragon lay twisted around a fire pit under a black porcelain sky dotted with sparkling stars on a soft summer night. His breath breathed in and fire streamed out roasting a great bullock on a silver spit. Raising…

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