The heat pressed down on them. Out the windshield the city turned into so much hot wax. Glass and concrete melted.
Everything happened at once. All Rachel remembered was running. And the heat. Like the sun itself was trying to catch her. Run, please, no, run! Continue reading Concealed
“Where did you live when you were twelve, Knovah?” his daughter-protege asked. They were standing on a transparent section of a moving sidewalk which spanned across the trees of the park below. The view below their feet was mostly obscured by the localized shower of rain down in the park. Continue reading Where Twelve
Eden was cruising through the nebula at half the speed of light. She was a Wanderer class starship – a fully self-sufficient, highly mobile, sentient, micro-world – that had flown the galaxy for 100 thousand years, precisely. For today was her birthday. She was braking hard now, gathering trace raw materials for the next sowing.
Things were progressing well, she thought. She would need to Continue reading The Travel Collection