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Mavra turned to Ferenc. “It’s a story, but yes, on Karis they did once cut throats on the altar of the Queen of the Snows. For treason and for disobeying clan-affiliation rules, but they haven’t done that in recent times, … Continue reading →

Ferenc and the little ones darted between them, imitating the dancers who fell when the light stabbed across them. The song rose to a despairing shriek; the scene changed, without warning, to a dais on which the sole survivor stood, … Continue reading →

Blue is the color of life, Mavra had said. As they arrived in the Karis system, Jehen watched the steady blue glow at the planet’s curve. Space shaded from lightless black, the color of Nothing near absolute zero, to the … Continue reading →

Behind the crew entered a woman whose ordinary brown skin was threaded with scars on one half of her face, and on the other, gave way to glass and ceramic fittings and an unblinking eye that wasn’t anything natural. Gasps … Continue reading →

Yasmin listened, putting her hands up to feel the bells in her tightly twisted braids. They pulled pleasantly on her scalp; she wiggled her ears and they jingled faintly. Jehen looked at her sidelong; even though she was a year … Continue reading →

Mattei Light-foot had passed his adulthood rites and been selected for the draft to the Academy at Karis, when he died of a skull fracture in one of the maintenance corridors abutting the ill-fated Dome Seven, only a week before … Continue reading →