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A 11-post collection

Wapun used the boost of post-acceleration forward momentum to race up the rest of the hallway and catch the nearest Vertical Transit to the...

Wapun used the boost of post-acceleration forward momentum to race up the rest of the hallway and catch the nearest Vertical Transit to the bridge.

From there, it was just a question of appearing neater and meaner than anyone else on the bridge.

“Far scanners, report,” she demanded, entering her command chair from the side opposite the ensign whose sole duty was freshening the Captain’s Cup.

It was magical thinking, and Wapun hated it on bad days. But, just like the Naehyn breathing live into the gravity generators, it worked. With annoying accuracy.

In the eternal battle between rationality and superstition, there was no greater early-warning detection system than the Captain’s Cup. No matter how advanced the scanners, no matter how sensitive the passive detection systems, the best and first method of telling something was about to go very wrong indeed was ripples in the Captain’s favourite hot beverage.

Thus, there was always a piping hot cup - it had to be very hot so as to be allowed to sit and cool - set in a special part of every bridge of every ship. Even those that had owners and no captains.

If it was irrational, but it worked, it was not that irrational in the first place.

Wapun’s was a mixture of hot water, bovine lactate, sugar, drinking chocolate, more sugar, caramel, and perhaps a stray molecule of caffeine, crying because it was alone.

Tartaczevski turned to deliver her report. “Sir, we have the wormhole stabilised at five AU and closing. Advanced scanners have picked up a hollow metallic object drifting towards us. There appears to be no fuel and it’s not broadcasting. Atmosphere inside is a typical carbon-form-friendly mix of oxygen, nitrogen, and random harmless pollutants. Life signs… are dubious.”

“…effing called it,” muttered Wapun under her breath.

“Sir?”

“How, exactly, are they dubious, Tartaczevski?”

Hevun’s Ambassador. Available on Smashwords February 14th 2014.

Hot beverages are functionally important.

FOUR DAYS TO GO Sahra was starting to get pins and needles in her hands and feet when a supervisor turned up. She knew better than to look...

FOUR DAYS TO GO

Sahra was starting to get pins and needles in her hands and feet when a supervisor turned up. She knew better than to look at them. Looking was a sign of aggression.

Well. Two dozen little rats all lined up in neat rows,” said the supervisor. Their boots stopped roughly in the middle of the area where they were all parked. “Who lead you all to this place?

Sahra felt more than saw the

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COMING SOON Or, more accurately, as soon as I can get my dear Beta-Readers to get any found mistakes back to me. If I can get all edits done...

COMING SOON

Or, more accurately, as soon as I can get my dear Beta-Readers to get any found mistakes back to me.

If I can get all edits done by the 25th of October, I can publish on the 29th - just in time for All Hallows’ Read.

IF YOU VOLUNTEERED TO BETA-READ, NOW IS THE TIME TO GET BACK TO ME ABOUT WHAT, IF ANYTHING, YOU FOUND.

‘Cause I’m publishing on the 29th, come hay, hell or

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Next fics in the queue:

Recycled Souls  An XME Kurmanda fic in which both are reborn again and again into different times and places.

Flotsam   Sara Louise comes into the MovieVerse to rescue a toad and turn him into a prince.

Don’t Pity Me   A rare finished fic, that also happens to be darkfic. Contains child abuse, rape, hideous things happening to good people, evil people and generalised nastiness. You have been warned.

I’m still taking requests?

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Progress report of a sort

Okay, so I finally got off my divot and transferred my soon-to-be-released free book into MSWord 7 ‘cause that’s the only editor that exists for the nice folks at Smashwords 9_9

Now I’m just waiting for @xotxot to get back to me about the cover.

I’m getting nervous. As I usually do when my success at a plan is entirely dependant on someone else. I’ve had plans of mine fail purely because

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An announcement

Firstly, I would like to thank Neil Gaiman for the idea that wound its way into my head and did what ideas do best: mutate into near cthulu-esque proportions.

See, the kind and apparently flamingo-like Mr Gaiman came up with/publicised All Hallows Read, an event in which people who celebrate Halloween [and even those who choose not to] can give away a spooky book to friends, family or complete strangers.

So I wrote a completely new story. From go to whoa,

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