Primp

I have a year long plan. This month is dedicated to writing. This is set in the same world as The Devil’s Music, it’s longer, but there’s no good middle point so I’m doing a jump instead of posting it in two bits. “Shove over Mags, it’s a blasted mirror, not your lover, share it.” “Ah Torrie, I’d share both, you know that.” The two girls kissed at the air and giggled, turning in unison to the vanity, lit perfectly on all sides by a spectrum of bulbs. A third…

The Trader and the Devil (part 3)

I have a year long plan. This month is dedicated to writing. Part 1 of The Trader and the Devil here, part 2 here. It wasn’t terrible. Ahntil made pleasant enough, if tedious, company.  Despite skilful manoeuvring, Harper still hadn’t been able to coax out the other man’s past or what his theories for the computer’s purpose was.  He did find satisfaction in reeling off the trading problems that had led him to getting blitzed and sending his ship into the middle of nowhere. The two men supped from the…

The Trader and the Devil (part 2)

I have a year long plan. This month is dedicated to writing. Part 1 of The Trader and the Devil here, part 3 here. Running the survey course reinvigorated Harper somewhat.  The astrogation system would politely ask to confirm a change in vector or to review findings.  Not that the program needed his input, but it made Harper feel useful.  The parade of orbiting rock was soothing and he spent more time awake, embroidering his dress whites, reading, or watching the stars shift. He stopped counting days, but 243 degrees…

The Trader and the Devil (part 1)

I have a year long plan. This month is dedicated to writing. Part two of The Trader and the Devil here, part three here. Harper was going to have to write the entire trip off as a loss.  He’d had his fair share of bad runs—nobody could perfectly predict what fate-cursed thing would depress or inflate a planetary economy—but this was the kicker. There was profit loss on the first leg to Igmat because the system had consolidated their seat of power, doing something funny to their coin in the…

Morningstar (part 2)

I have a year long plan. This month is dedicated to writing. Part 1 of Morningstar here. The problem, Babe was finding, was that she was hiding too well.  Her plan for this round of their macabre game of tag involved enticing Allenie onto her chosen ground.  Which was going to be difficult if she couldn’t be found. Their release had been staggered.  After Babe’s coffin unsealed she checked Allenie’s.  The observation port was opaqued.  The other woman could still be in the cryodoc, sleeping or listening to the machine’s…