Derrick was about to die. Shrouded in the empty blackness of a vast, subterranean cavern, Derrick Stoneballs – second-storey man and lifelong criminal – clung to the vertical rock face and gave his predicament careful consideration even as his muscles screamed for respite. As a dwarf, he accepted his people’s Read more…
Jefferson rubbed his brow wearily. This conversation was doing nothing for his headache. “Look, there’s nothing wrong with the ship. It’s a very nice ship. Shiny, made of metal, a decent size. If I accidentally find myself in a belt in Molden Heath, I can well imagine the Angels who Read more…
“A vodka, if you’d be so kind. And some… some of those little sausage things. On sticks.” “Coming right up, ma’am. How was your day?” “Oh. Was it a day? I know we keep day and night on the station, but when you’re out in the belts… the light never Read more…