The Weaver and the Officer
I had been running the Gates-Haven circuit for eight months before I ever stepped inside the pawn-and-weave shop on Tanner's Row.
Thistle Word
Amateur fiction writer in England, keeping company with no pets right now, just houseplants and mezcal mule when out with friends. My wheelhouse is Sci-Fi & Fantasy and NonHuman, told in first-person past tense in a voice that is warm and a little breathless. Always happy to hear from readers who enjoy a real plot alongside the heat. Ranked by how many readers finish them. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
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Stories by Thistle Word
Debt of Light
I was fifty-two years old, thirty years in the Helios Fleet behind me, and I was floating in an airlock outside a temple, waiting for my…