Ember to Ash
I was thirty-four that autumn, and I thought I knew every kind of tired.
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I was thirty-four that autumn, and I thought I knew every kind of tired.
I saw Nico four years before I ever touched him.
The scentweave machines hum.
*This one came from the image of a glass office above a golden tree and the ache of knowing something perfect has an expiration date.
The implant was Alec's idea, sort of.
The shuttle from the surface took eleven hours and I slept through nine of them, which I counted as a personal victory.
The sleet started an hour out of Reykjavik and never let up.
I was sixty-three years old and I had been retired for four years, which was why I was standing in the central plaza of the Dome at seven…
The way I heard it from the transport driver, the anomaly at Fort Sweeney was a big deal when it was found back in the eighties.
My wrist-comp chimed the end of the shift right as I was finishing the last manifest line, and I sat there a second in the little office…
Harley had been on Mira for two years now.
Sasha Hendricks woke up before the sun on her eighth anniversary with Russell, and she could not for one second figure out why.
The auction stage at dawn was the quietest place in Emberfall, and Tori Gunn had always liked that about it.
I took the night cleaning job because my son moved out in September and the house got too quiet.
Britt Thatcher was fifty-two years old and she had seen a lot of weird shit come through her shop.
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.
*I wanted to write something quiet...
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…
Shae Hartford was twenty-three years old and she had a problem, and the problem was not the dough sticking to her knuckles.
Sundown Wanderer, Glass Ritual, Shift of Ivory, Iron Contour