Children of Heaven: Choir of Silence, Chapter 17

The increase in Lefu presence had convinced the brass another major attack was imminent and if the aliens came in force, the Concord needed every ship available to beat them back – and deal with this new threat from the ‘Necros’. Thankfully, at the moment the second alien force was not Command’s priority – if the specs from the Empties prize vessel were right, then the Necros were slower then molasses in hyperspace. And they’d have to go through the Lefu-held systems to reach Concordat space. With luck, those two will kill each other off and save us the trouble.

The Last Angel: The Hungry Stars, Chapter 23

My patrons voted and they wanted to see more of The Hungry Stars, so here we are with chapter 23! A casual tour of a cloning facility to start and end with, and the perspective of a League captain with her, er, partner. The Confederates’ patience is wearing thin, but the League still promises a… Continue reading The Last Angel: The Hungry Stars, Chapter 23

The Last Angel: Ozymandias, Chapter 7

My patrons have cast their votes and voted again for some more Feelings In Hallways, I mean Ozymandias. This chapter gives us more interaction between Harper and Adrianna (kind of hard to avoid when you’re the only two living souls in a city-sized ziggurat). Harper keeps getting the rug pulled out from under her. Getting… Continue reading The Last Angel: Ozymandias, Chapter 7

Children of Heaven: Choir of Silence, Chapter 14

Singh was under no illusions about what was happening to Archer right now, but he wouldn’t let that stop him. The commodore was a loyal officer of the Concord. She would understand that sacrifices had to be made. If the price was one life ended in order to save thousands or millions of others, that was a trade-off he was sure she’d make. It might cost him some sleep, but Hunt had been right: this wasn’t a war of ideology. They didn’t have to be ‘better’ then the Lefu. They just had to survive.

Children of Heaven: Choir of Silence, Chapter 13

“Medical team to Corridor J-9, section 31! Officer down, officer down!” Jacob tried to hold Commodore Archer steady as she convulsed, thrashing back and forth in the hallway like she was having a seizure. He straddled her, holding her wrists to prevent her from clawing at the red welts she’d already cut into her face. The woman was screaming incomprehensibly, frothing and shaking like she’d been hit by a stunner.

The Last Angel: The Hungry Stars, Chapter 22

We’re back with a fresh update for The Hungry Stars. In this chapter, more questions about the League come up as Echo and Leah pursue their study of humanity’s long-lost and sole free world. But the League is secretive, and small holes are beginning to appear in their claims. Is this just reflexive paranoia coming… Continue reading The Last Angel: The Hungry Stars, Chapter 22

Children of Heaven: Choir of Silence, Chapter 12

Chapter 12: October 20th, 4233CurareGrey ZoneUnited Terran Concord +transmission: intercepted+ “…peat, this is GSSNS Acquisitor… days out of Firmament… …one hear us? …to Barbossa… …arrival, received mult… …trss calls… …wiped out! Everyone, everything… dead! …tected ov… …hundred ships! The planet, completely… …million people! …picked us up, don’t know… Ran, tried to hide in the… found…… Continue reading Children of Heaven: Choir of Silence, Chapter 12

The Last Angel: Ozymandias, Chapter 6

My patrons have cast their votes and decided once more for some good, wholesome mother-daughter bonding in the middle of an alien necropolis. Harper has gotten a little shut-eye, while Adrianna has been as happy as an archaeologist in an undiscovered tomb, looking over the Baheil’s last records and waiting to share them with her… Continue reading The Last Angel: Ozymandias, Chapter 6

Children of Heaven: Choir of Silence, Chapter 11

Arykka looked up as she heard the faint ssht sounds of the brig’s outer doors opening and closing. The murmurs grew louder, but were sharper then she was used to. Darker. As soon as they had started preventing her from sleeping, she’d expected something like this. She was not a Weaver, she didn’t know how the Fleet’s intelligence corps extracted information from their prisoners, nor had she had never cared to find out. Her job was to slay, not talk. She suspected that the most recent visitors combined the traits. She faced the new arrivals, drawing herself up proudly and bared her teeth in a feral grin.