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…
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 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…
A live test of the new dragon sketch by the world's greatest greatest grand-daughter, Sydney Weitkamp
Within the huge tunnels honeycombing Ceres, Fren sat, placing strands of gold throughout a lightweight crystalline structure that he formed from piles of minerals and a stone bowl of seawater. A sail of lichen attached to one end of his…
Penn adjusted the forcefields protecting the laser burns on his legs. The white canvas pants covered it well. Never let them know the trouble they caused. It should be the motto for the Troubleshooters section of the Star Traders Guild.…
Late afternoon Arcturan sun lit the airlock like a spotlight in a museum diorama, bright light and shadow in a gray room. Penn fiddled with the controls for the force fields protecting the laser burns on his legs. You needed…
Sand ran off the brim of Brother Dominic’s planters hat. He had one hand pushing the crown down tighter against his head. The wind pushed the paper mask against his face. There were scratch marks on his goggles that got…
Crapo crawled along the tunnel, her head shining in the phosphorescent glow of the ceiling’s fungal growths. Whisker antennas flipped back and forth from the two rows of cranial implants sprouting on each side of the crown of her skull.…
Penn stepped into a chamber with a body strapped to an inclined board. Tubes and wires ran into and out of the restrained man. The tubes gurgled and the wires flexed in a rhythm that set the Star Trader on…