Bott’s hands dropped to the console. His fingers jammed down on the tabs he had figured out. Then they hit the ones he hadn’t. Even those that were still lit refused to change under pressure. After a moment’s hesitation, he jammed one thumb down across the Mess Call. Nothing happened. “Ship!” he bellowed. Continue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XVIII”
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DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XVII
“It’s only a surface scratch,” Bott said, swiveling the captain’s chair left and right. “I can fix it myself.” “Don’t you touch my ship!” Nubry shouted. The librarian strode halfway across the Drover’s bridge and back, shaking both fists above her head. Bott noticed the dark spots under her arms again. “Just leaveContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XVII”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XVI
Being an Imperial Sheriff did not allow for any display of nerves. Her father had told her as much while breaking her of that childhood habit of thrusting her entire right fist into her mouth. But Sherriff Parimat was unable to keep herself from rubbing that hand on her right thigh. She had noContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XVI”
FICTION FRIDAY: Rendezvous
“Oh no! Who’s that out there?” “Hush, darlin’. Ain’t no one but me.” “At last! I’ve been waiting…. I wish we didn’t have to meet up in the old burying ground!” “Well, Nellie Belle, I cain’t come into town. Not since they figgered out who looted the stage an’ broke theContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Rendezvous”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XV
Lacking any other plan, Bott and Nubry moved in the direction of the voice, crawling over crumpled enforcers and under the traveling square of the Head Librarian, which zipped back and forth, dragging its unconscious rider. When Bott saw that the source of the voice was Wanure Smalen, wearing a transparent gas mask, heContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XV”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XIV
By the time Bott caught up, Nubry was halfway down the corridor, conducting a spirited debate with herself. “Of course, they could mean they’re deaccessioning the collection from the Dragonshelf while accessioning it to their own inventory. Couldn’t they? Of course, they could! Or maybe they said ‘THE Accession Chamber’.” ”Deaccession Chamber,”Continue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XIV”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XII
Bott’s eyes snapped open and he jerked upright, fully expecting to find himself surrounded by a few dozen Imperial troopers. But no, this was the dim, elegant bridge he’d come to know, the same smooth, graceful, unbearable lines he’d seen all along, and no more. Wait. He blinked. Some lines were different. Continue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XII”
FICTION FRIDAY: Sending It Back
Bernard was one of those shoppers who spends more time than money. A friendly chap who liked to talk, had a treasury of stories which were not all pointless: he was pleasant enough on a slow day but at other times kept work from being done. The keeper of the dark, dim antiqueContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Sending It Back”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER 12
Sheriff Parimat and her Chief Deputy were the last of the playmates released from the Panoply when His Imperial Worship’s pigherds decided the Imperial pets were ready for a new assortment of friends. They stepped slowly, stiffly, through a darkened cargo bay from which all the ornaments had now been removed. The Sheriff stoopedContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER 12”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER 11
“I think it was a harmless joke!” Nubry exclaimed again. “Do I? Yes, I do!” Bott said nothing, watching the ship’s defenses vaporizing bits of petals and stems as they neared the ship, AND wondering whether anyone but the Sacotans of Etmaal III were the only ones who ever got so angry asContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER 11”
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