31 Days of OtherSpace No. 3: Years
The years did not used to matter at all. In her youth, Comorro had hung low above the sun-smeared horizon of Lotor in a distant age when that planet still…
The years did not used to matter at all. In her youth, Comorro had hung low above the sun-smeared horizon of Lotor in a distant age when that planet still…
“I never imagined I’d live to see such a thing.” Solas Creek, the plump proprietor of the Lightholder Tavern, stood on the wooden slats of the pub’s front porch, toweling…
Edo Opo’te, running late again. It could not be helped. He had risen early, before dawn, and had expected his wife to see to the children. But Olana felt ill,…
A sandstorm howled outside the shuttered windows of the estate as the Demarian servant made his way down the long corridor with a silver tray bearing a pitcher of cold…