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...
A Day With No Tide (excerpt)
In Asharia, thousands of years pass with the same leaves on the same trees, the same blossoms opening at sunrise and wilting by dusk. To mortal eyes no seasons pass. But the day the universe became aware of its own existence was the first day of...
Trade All the Stars
At this exact moment, everything aligned to make daylight in New Coyoacan 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...
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...
Carrier
Joan sat on the front steps of her condo, watching the sun start to crest the western hills, sipping coffee brewed from carefully-hoarded beans and listening to bird song, loud and bright from a dozen trees. One of the few ironic graces these days: you...
Shattered Stone (Part 2)
She woke up to the sound of a soft tapping at her door. She blinked sleep out of her eyes, and looked at the clock; the hour suggested it should be twilight. Sitting up in bed, she arranged the sheet around herself and unlatched the door from across...
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...
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...
Fixer (Excerpt)
So I'd been thinking of leaving the business. It wasn't that work had dropped off, or gotten much more dangerous. It wasn't that I disliked the area. I was a North Florida native, and I loved all of this crazy state, but the Gulf Coast was my...
Going Concerns (Chapter 8)
"I hate funeral homes." Annie trudged behind Gibson up the walk to Barash and Sons Mortuary. In the way of all its kind, the building imposed serenity through artifice. The tastefully understated one-story brick structure _almost_ looked like it could...
Going Concerns (Chapter 7)
"So you're saying _you're_ our original informant." They guided him inside, Annie only letting go of his arm once he'd been guided to the couch and forcibly sat down between them. The Rilima nodded, readjusting his shirt collar and glaring at Annie....
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...