Night-Time is Always the Worst: Ch. 2

The asthmatic death rattle of the air-scrubber was a comfortable sound, a beacon home in the crushing waves of the street.  It had guided him home every night now for eight years to the same drafty building and the same putrid stairs, and the same motherless little girl at the top who made it all worthwhile.  Clara was eleven and all that came with it.  Her father would give his life to save hers.

Night-Time is Always the Worst: Ch. 1

“What's the word, Feng,” he asked the alien as it hovered back and forth, stirring this pot...mixing that... “I just told the blue boy I ain't seen nothing,” he mumbled.  “You eating tonight?”

The White Cobra: The Lair of the Cobra

We pushed our way through the shattered city. All around us were the signs of a race without hope, an entire nation devoid of both love and life. "Is this what they saw at Pompeii?" I wondered. Men and women both, dead before they died.

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The Jumpgates of Our Star: Part Five

"Good reflexes," Hazard thought: "just the sort Sarge appreciated when the brain behind them could keep up."

The Jumpgates of Our Star: Part Four

He checked his Kruger in its holster. It felt good in his grip. 'No', he told himself. 'Not just yet. Not yet.'

The Jumpgates of Our Star: Part Three

A brilliant light threw their shadows against the far wall and vanished. The office and its contents were gone.

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The Jumpgates of Our Star: Part Two

He was back on Geiger Seven and his right hand was cold—so cold like the night after Doublenight. Where was the Sarge?

The Jumpgates of Our Star: Part One

Jumpgates! They were the foundation of history. The WorldCity itself ...