Travelling Music
Okay, so doing seventy-five down a narrow two-lane road blasting "Born to Be Wild" from your stereo is a classic cliché. But seriously, can anyone really break the speed limit to Pachabel's "Canon in D?" Besides, it just happened to be on the...
Trade All the Stars (excerpt)
At this exact moment, everything aligned to make daylight in New Coyoacán the brightest it could be. In another twelve minutes, the Ring would face Ceres' dark side and the ambient light would dim, if only by a few dozen lumens thanks to mirrors and...
Going Concerns (Chapter 1)
It was at about the halfway point between Islip's Books and her second-story flat in the East Garden district of Raneadhros--as she'd never seen a garden there, she had yet to understand the name--that Annie began to suspect she was being...
Tow
> This story originally appeared in the anthology _The Furry Future._ It's available in [print](http://furplanet.com/shop/item.aspx?itemid=770) and [ebook](https://baddogbooks.com/?product=the-furry-future) from the publisher, as well as from Amazon in...
Dreams Are For Vixens
Erica was chubby. Not fat--more stocky, you might say, a hundred seventy pounds, not bad for a five-foot-six, nineteen-year-old raccoon. But surrounded like she was by svelte felines, those preciously cute otters that always seemed to have half the...
The Narrow Road in Morning Light
When she entered the inn, framed momentarily in the doorway by the fading sunset, the four patrons--and the innkeeper--looked up. Normally, few passing by her on a road would spare a second glance. She did stand out; wolves were an uncommon race, and...
Going Concerns (Chapter 3)
Whatever else she thought of Gibson, Annie couldn't accuse him of coming unprepared. He'd brought a better lockpick set than she owned--well, than the one she _had_ owned, before she'd had to sell it--and had let both of them into Union's office so...
Indigo Rain (Part 1)
Bells on ankles, wrists, and tail jangled a wild rhythm as Roulette spun on one leg, the other bent at the knee, lifted high. Each ring and clap was as precise as each flare of her skirt. With no musical partner, it fell on her shoulders alone to hold...
Going Concerns (Chapter 6)
Not having much of a green thumb, Annie had never been to a garden shop, but she imagined them as bright, sunlit spaces full of colorful flowers. Maybe in some room on the inside, the inventively named Charin Street Garden Supply House matched that...
Going Concerns (Chapter 2)
Before last year, Annie had been in Guard stations perhaps once before in her life. After last year, she'd hoped to never be in one again. They'd been unfailingly polite throughout that investigation, which she'd started out appreciating but ended up...
Going Concerns (Chapter 4)
Annie couldn't remember when she'd managed to get to sleep. It was before sunrise, at least. Betteridge and Ayalin hadn't asked too many questions of her, and had asked even fewer questions that hadn't already been asked--and answered--with their...
Going Concerns (Chapter 5)
"They did a good job cleaning up." Scava had dropped into a crouch to examine the floor right after entering Annie's apartment, just three steps ahead of her. She managed not to trip over him, but made a point of walking around him with exaggerated...