Transporting Royalty.
Gallon Galveston was awakened from a dead sleep by the whisper of his door sliding open. He wasn't in uniform, and the navigator rolled over in his bunk to blink blearily at whoever had stumbled through his door. As his eyes focused, he realized who it...
Of Rebirth.
Ryuki sighed, leaning against the mailbox. He should really go back to work, but what if the mailfox came while he was inside? Then his package would sit in the mailbox for goddess knows how long. The hedgehogbat sighed in relief as the FedEx truck...
Working Title (Ch. 1.)
From the personal audio travel log of First Technical Officer Franklin J. Deacon. April 10th, 1995. 1 day underway. _Finally, New York City is dropping below the western horizon. Had supper with the captain, the rest of the upper levels of the...
Working Title
Prologue. April 16th, 1945. It is night. The light of the full moon shimmers across the becalmed ocean, unbroken by anything. Quiet, peaceful as the vacuum of space. A perfect postcard moment. The water stirs, the moon throwing the conning tower...