The flange was tricky; it hadn’t been attended to in some time. Nubry had to shake the whole assembly to break off bits of corrosion while Bott eased out the faulty flange, trying not to let any bits of it fall into vital parts of the machinery. At least, he thought, she was pilotContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER 7”
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DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER v
“Thousands of people!” she exclaimed. “Their thoughts and trophies! Oh no, they weren’t friends of yours, maybe; they wouldn’t agree with your every single word!” “But….” Bott said again. “But they had feet, too! And you can’t burn their memories and dreams into nothing just because they aren’t what you like best!”Continue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER v”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER IV
The slime devil towered over the slim diminutive woman; its roar shivered the metal plates in the walls of the room. She looked up into huge red eyes, showing no fear. Then she dippedher spoon not the shimmering gelatin dessert. The Denebian did not fill her with terror, and she had been brought upContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER IV”
FICTION FRIDAY: Reassessment
“What happened?” asked Barbara, looking around the off-white chamber. The tall person in the white robe smiled. “We get a lot of that. You turned left on the corner of State and Delaware just as a driver lost control of his SUV. You were caught between the grille and the window washer’s scaffold.” Continue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Reassessment”
Dragonshelf and the Drover III
Bott’s head swung left and right as he fingered the grenades on his belt. There was no way to predict where danger waited: overhead, underfoot, forward, behind. He studied what seemed to be holes I the corridor walls. Were they ornaments, part of the structural design, or the aiming mechanisms of traps? LightsContinue reading “Dragonshelf and the Drover III”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER II
Bott stepped back onto the bridge and glowered at the delicate instrumentation. It had taken a day just to figure out how to flush the toilet. How long would it take hi to master flying the ship? His eyes passed across seats and control consoles so elegantly incorporated into the walls and floorContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER II”
FICTION FRIDAY: Know-It-All
“Now, you’ve got it, right? I want to be transported to 1962. For real, and as myself, knowing what I know. No changes. Me, Durward Bailey as I am in 2024…only give me different clothes.” “Different clothes,” murmured the massive brown caterpillar. Durward strode from his desk to his unmade bed andContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Know-It-All”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER I
The curve of space, vast and beautiful beyond comprehension, was no more beautiful than the Drover. Immense for a ship as the immeasurable parabola was for the universe, she was the product of three generations of engineers trained from birth for her construction. The Drover had been intended for a century and more toContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER I”
FICTION FRIDAY: Garden Gate
“Any you guys want to pray a bit, we got some time.” It was not a whisper, but the gruff voice was no louder than one. I looked around to see if one of the neighbors had a window open, and I was getting some Sunday afternoon movie. Kneeling in the garden, IContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Garden Gate”
FICTION FRIDAY: Before the Ink Was Dry
“That’s all you need, then?” The translator took its usual two-heartbeat delay in showing the reply. “Yes, Your Magnificence. With your digital signature, we can proceed immediately.” Yellowe nodded, and typed in a question he’d had answered before but wanted to read again. “And my people won’t know it’s happening?” AnotherContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Before the Ink Was Dry”
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