“We’re almost there,” Hiro said between clenched teeth, his knuckles white on the armrests as his ship and crew died around him. The Hydra hadn’t blown him out of the sky. That was, he supposed, a good thing. But their careful bursts meant that they weren’t trying to kill him; they were trying to take him. If they’d gone to heavier or rapid fire, there’d be nothing left of his command but free-floating atoms. Their arrogance was going to cost them. He was going to make sure of- “Target hit!” the exultant cry came from one of the gunnery stations. “By God, target hit! She’s venting air!”
The Last Angel: The Hungry Stars, Chapter 21
As my patrons have voted for, here is the month’s final major update: a new chapter for The Last Angel: The Hungry Stars (or as some like to call it, the ‘hangry’ stars). In this chapter, we check in with the Principality and their plans for the Compact. Hint: they need the reprieve, but don’t… Continue reading The Last Angel: The Hungry Stars, Chapter 21
Weekly Drabble “Pets” and Drabble Prompt Thread.
This week's prompt is 'i wonder if this make for good pets' by Ranged and with it, we get a short story set in the Angelverse, about well, pets. Of a sort, at least. As well, there's a new drabble prompt thread open to my patrons. Enjoy!
Weekly Drabble: ‘Dust – Command and Control’ and new prompt thread
This week's drabble prompt comes from stratomunchkin with 'a compassionate enemy' and gives us a return to the Dust setting. As the Conglomerate and Alliance captains have their own talk, the imprisoned Alliance soldiers are treated to a bit of a chat from their guards. Or, at least, the clear outsider in the group is...… Continue reading Weekly Drabble: ‘Dust – Command and Control’ and new prompt thread
The Last Angel: Ozymandias, Chapter 5
With the votes from my patrons tallied, the month’s second update of my various works is here: a new chapter of Ozymandias. In this chapter, Harper is struggling to recover from the bombshell Adrianna just dropped on her. It’s not an easy thing to discover you’re more closely connected to the galaxy’s most infamous terrorist… Continue reading The Last Angel: Ozymandias, Chapter 5
Weekly Drabble: ‘Down’ and Drabble Prompt Thread.
This week's short story prompt comes from Pethrai D'Arkos with 'a descent, one final time', returning us to the setting of Jason Clarke, hopeful archaeologist and his discovery of an ancient, impossible city and its immortal guardian. As well, there's a new prompt thread up for my patrons; enjoy!
Children of Heaven: Choir of Silence, Chapter 8
The thought of allowing a Confed ship to put his own, no matter what she looked like, in its sights was not something that Goldstein would have ever accepted graciously before, but right now he was prepared to accept the Concords’ little games if it meant a meal not served from ration packs and water that didn’t come from an alien reclamation system. “Let her come in; we’ve got nothing to worry about. Tell the flight pods to prepare for boarding; they’ll want to put in an appearance.” He should feel relieved, but that uncertain feeling was still there.
Scars, Chapter 17
Jilene Altur is not having a good time. First, her town is attacked by a vampire, people she knows and friends dying gruesomely with no one able to stop it. Then, her father and brother are killed by the same beast and she is mauled nearly to death. She thought that was the end of… Continue reading Scars, Chapter 17
Weekly Drabble: Most Shark Attacks Happen in Less Than Six Feet of Water, and new Prompt Thread
This week's prompts are 'leaving the shallows' and 'poisonous shallows' by Framing Device and Pyro Hawk, giving us a tale of seaside tragedy and mystery. As well, there's a new patrons-only prompt thread up for next week's short story.
Children of Heaven: Choir of Silence, Chapter 7
Goldstein licked his lips. Something wasn’t right. He didn’t know what, but he could feel it. His grandfather, a sea-farmer through and through, had been able to predict storms as if by magic; he’d been a part of the oceans so long that he’d developed a sixth sense about them. The senior captain felt that way now. There was nothing before his ship but empty space and the slowly growing, banded sphere of Hyperion Meta. Everything was quiet, but that silence felt wrong.
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