“Can you hear me?”
A very pink face was looking down at me, with huge bug compound eyes and a metal grille where its mouth should be. Oh, I thought. I’m in Hell. Colder than I expected.
Chapter
The Mystery Man from Dym River: Chapter One
The other guy fell to the ground with a guttural groan, followed by the splashy sound of what’s sometimes called a technicolour yawn. I massaged my knuckles gently – they were a little sore.
“You done?” I said, squatting down beside the guy’s head. His eyes opened, saw what must have seemed like the face of the devil looking down at him, and closed again. I raised my fist in triumph.
Don’t feel too bad for the guy; he’s a real piece of shit.
Four Reports on the Incident in the Unmappable Region: Report Four
“Can we talk?” said the man in black.
Four Reports on the Incident in the Unmappable Region: Report Three
In accordance with the Agency handbook (pages 900-940, 16th ed.), which specifies minimal contact with “suppressive” or “resistant” elements where not specifically sanctioned, I began by lodging a complaint with the Captain of the vessel (Lucille Wisdom, 67, Interluna Origin), in writing and then in person…
Four Reports on the Incident in the Unmappable Region: Report Two
So dangerous, this Marsage, but not so dangerous that you’d send more than one man to bring her in. Or gods forbid, a woman. What a joke…
Four Reports on the Incident in the Unmappable Region: Report One
Yes, the unmappable region. Why would somebody take a cruise through such an unsafe-sounding place? People climb mountains, don’t they? Stop interrupting…
The Fool’s Blade: Chapter Four
“In due time, I shall,” she said gaily. “But first… have at you!” She caught the hilt of the sword that sailed towards her easily with her free right hand and levelled it at the kneeling man.
The Fool’s Blade: Chapter Two
“Don’t be ridiculous. You can’t go around killing your subjects for something as mild as a riot. You’ll run out of subjects before long,” Band said, chuckling and tearing at a leg-sized lump of game with his fork.
The Fool’s Blade: Chapter One
It was a sword-cane, with the emphasis more on the cane than sword…
Mexican Wave: Chapter Three
Working in the ship was unpleasantly like being baked in the bad way, but eventually a loud klaxon sounded and Jackie came down to Jason.
“Shift’s over,” she said, jerking her thumb towards the door she had come in by. “I’ll take you to the mess.”
“Do we have to clean that up too?” said Jason innocently. To her surprise, Jackie snorted a quick laugh. Immediately after, though, she was dead serious once again. She led Jason out of the ship.
“You finish the soldering?” she said. Jason nodded, holding up her hands. A large red mark betrayed the spot where she had carelessly let her hand rest against a deceptively hot outcropping from one of the processor cores. Jackie laughed and held up her own hand. One exactly like it marked her own hand, just between the thumb and first finger.
“We’re all the same here,” she said. “Just some of us are the same in different ways.”
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