He was a predator. His eyes flashed red as he watched the woman leaving the Tavern of the Nine Bells with some other ladies of the night. They were laughing as he silently followed, wrapping the shadows about himself in a lover's embrace. He waited for her to separate from the others with a smile on her face before following her down the alley. She was wea...
This is my first venture into science fiction; 'On Becoming Eve' is more of what I consider Fantasy, so please be kind. Also please be generous with your comments. I hope I have created likable characters and the beginnings of a believable universe, perhaps we will travel it together as the story progresses. This is also my first foray into serial publicatio...
This post is starting the second book. I figured it would be easier just to keep the same numbering scheme so there's no confusion to reading order for late comers that read the story. Chapter One It'd just been a couple of weeks since Ted Stedman's death. So far Ted hadn't noticed much of a difference. Really, none at all. Whatever breakthroughs Trudy an...
The day was February fourteenth twenty ten. Finding a partner not easy in the futuristic dome of Mars. Romance and Valentine's had ceased to exist on the planet for many. No more were the cards or chocolates or even flowers to brighten anyone's romantic hearts. Romance had cease to exist as you could have sex in any form but the natural way. The years had n...
A dazzling blue-green ball, floating like a jewel in space, holding all of human history, everyone who's ever lived... Yeah, yeah. But home for me is dusty red, sandstorms scratching at the skin of the pressure dome like a million crazed ants. If I squint, I can just see the blackened silver shell of the ship that brought us here a decade ago, and every nin...
Sol 28 The last web-log from ‘Searcher’ Death is a drug. Not death itself, but the certainty of life extinguished. I am in a privileged position. Unlike the condemned man awaiting execution, I have no hope of a last minute phone call that will save my life. I look out through the plate glass window that is the Internet, at the crowd awaiting the inevit...
Chapter One Ted Stedman was a terrorist. He didn't think that was true of course. In his eyes, he was the hero who'd went to rescue the woman he loved, but the twenty-four-hour news stations seemed to mostly agree with the government on that one. Break one building, and he was suddenly on the government's shit list, he wasn't quite number one, but somehow...
The freezing void of space stretched for eternity in all directions about the Drake, my craft. The lights of our galaxy hung suspended in that void, clustered in the center. There, the heirs of the once- mighty Empire of Jupiter, who now styled themselves the Dominion of Juno, still clung to the remnants of their former glory. The lights became more distant...
I was suspicious about this job from the moment they pitched it to me. I had been doing jobs off and on for the Damascus organization for years at that point, capturing traitors, tracking down people of interest, all the dirty work that a hot-shot organization like theirs wouldn't want to do themselves. They ran half the city after all, image was important...
Author's note: Hey all, so were closing in on the end of Ted's story, maybe two more posts. It will be the end of both book three and the series. And being a big jerk, I'm going on vacation. So yeah... expect a week delay or so before the last two posts or so go up, to finish out the series. I know some of you probably think I'm losing my mind, an eight woma...