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Playing Nice With God's Bowling Ball
Fri, Mar 14, 2008
"I didn't mean for anything to happen to Timmy."
Extreme Reservations
Sun, Oct 14, 2007
The innkeeper’s wife flipped the gold coin to her husband; it glinted prettily in the light of a single bare bulb.
Cacophony of the Spheres
Sat, Oct 13, 2007
I was buried in a virtual blonde when my editor buzzed me on the vid.
Red Tape and Cold Iron, or A Proposal for the Reintroduction of the Faery Folk To the United Kingdom
Sun, Mar 18, 2007
Once upon a time, there was a well-meaning but fluffy environmentalist on the government who, having heard of schemes to re-introduce wolves to the Scottish Highlands, and the success of the wild boar in the South, hatched plans to re-introduce fairies back to their historical homelands.
End of the Line
Sun, Mar 18, 2007
The planks of the depot trembled under Trace's boots, as thirty tons of iron and steam snorted and wheezed to a stop alongside the platform.
The Waters of Eternity
Sun, Mar 4, 2007
Thus said Asim el Abbas, slayer of ill-natured beasts and right hand of that most far-sighted of men, seeker of hidden things, Dabir ibn Khalil, favored of the Caliph Harun al-Rashid, upon whom be peace. These are his words:
Inheritance
Sun, Mar 4, 2007
Tropical storm Penelope approached hurricane status as it marched across the Atlantic.
Squish
Mon, Feb 5, 2007
I was at the commercial end of the spaceport, clearing Orion Roaches, when they opened the cargo bay doors on the Paul Bunyan and the Ant tumbled out.
The Quiet Man
Sat, Feb 3, 2007
The spaceship settled on the Washington Mall, nose pointed toward the Capitol.
Mrs. Schrödinger's Cat
Sat, Feb 3, 2007
Annemarie Schrödinger kissed her husband's forehead on her way out of their Oxford house to do the day's market shopping.
Touching the Dead
Sat, Feb 3, 2007
The colonel, Shironne decided, must be one of those clever people, the kind who liked to fix things.
Chirus Fever
Mon, Nov 27, 2006
"It's too late—the ship is gone." Hal's thin voice seeped through the speakers in Frank's helmet.
Medic!
Mon, Jun 19, 2006
Sam gripped the cargo locks on the floor as tightly as he could, but still swayed back and forth each time the Osprey zigged or zagged along its radar-avoiding slalom course. A frustrated Ernie Ochoa tried to mount a defensive pod on one of Sam's three attachment points.
Supercargo
Mon, Jun 19, 2006
The ketones of grilling meat flooded the corridor, despite the laboring air scrubbers. I pulled my head back into the passenger compartment and tossed the reader onto my bunk. I opened the stowage locker and lifted my military issue pressure suit off the rack.
The Goblin Hunter
Wed, Apr 12, 2006
After much consideration, Adham decided greed was not responsible for his current situation. True, the job had promised more pay than any he had ever taken. Even now, lashed off the ground and spread-eagled between two trees as he was, it still seemed like a reasonable proposition.
Old Folks' Home
Fri, Mar 24, 2006
Bobby Cullivan finished entering the staff schedules and leaned back in his chair, doing his best to ignore the arthritic twinge in his hip. It was nice to be calling the shots again.
Technical Exchange
Mon, Mar 20, 2006
Score: 100.0
I'm ashamed to admit it, but the only reason I went to the kickoff meeting where I met my best friend and business partner was to score a free coffee mug. I wasn't expecting any Exiles to be there.
The Men in the Mirror
Sat, Mar 18, 2006
Three days before it all went down, Charles Robbins stepped out of his car in north Minneapolis. Slinging a camera bag over his shoulder, he crossed the wide but almost deserted street and entered the park, looking for a familiar face.
The Girl With the Killer Eyes
Sat, Mar 18, 2006
"Look, Roy, I'm telling you—
"Yeah, Mike, I got it. A really hot redhead who shoots laser beams out of her eyes."
Devil May Care
Sat, Mar 4, 2006
In his assigned pit in Hell's vast Pain Management Center, Cornelius, Tormenter Second Class, plied his trade with tireless enthusiasm.
The Puzzle of the Perigrinating Coach
Mon, Feb 20, 2006
Shades of dying twilight hung gracefully over the London skyline, limning its towers and steeples in a delicate indigo. Helmesham and I had just finished a generous repast, and were preparing to turn to the Port.
Songbird
Fri, Feb 17, 2006
The first day I said no and he left, and I thought that would be the end of it but it was not. He came back the next with the same question.
Decaf and Spaceship, To Go
Fri, Feb 17, 2006
I always knew the world would end while I was trapped in the Starbucks' drive through. With as much time as I spent there, the odds were definitely in its favor. But it still surprised me that afternoon to see the silver, egg-shaped craft materialize in the parking lot next to me.
Fishing
Fri, Feb 10, 2006
Maruka slid a grasping tentacle through the slit into another universe and fished around.
Common Ground
Fri, Feb 10, 2006
After years of patiently straining to catch a cosmic whisper, the first alien radio signal heard by humanity was blasted at the com dish on the International Space Station from meters away.
Storm Warning
Fri, Feb 10, 2006
"Honey, it's late. Come to bed." Madison Kurchowsky shot a pleading gaze at her husband, who was sitting at his workstation in his boxers. But he was too involved with the task at hand to notice.
Local Boy Makes Good
Fri, Feb 10, 2006
“Somthin’ smells,” one of the thousand or so shock troopers milling about in the staging area said, staring straight at me.
The Best Plaid Lans
Fri, Feb 10, 2006
Professor Kenneth Campbell studied the apparatus in his lab, tweaking delicately at the vernier adjusters to achieve exactly the right settings. "This should be it, Heather. With these settings we should be able to peek into the past, to see the Battle of Culloden. We will be witness to the defeat of Bonny Prince Charlie by the British."
The Puzzle of the Peregrinating Coach
Tue, Feb 7, 2006
There may be blimps and steamships, but this sure ain't Jules Verne.
