Tag Archives: Work in progress

“Low angled light,” Tethys said, “and the aerial view. Yuki-Iskri found more than one Lost Colony that way. The first few times our terraformers saw one, it was the chance of surveying near sunrise or sunset.”  Ghosts appeared at dawn … Continue reading →

In the cult of the Goddess of the Ancient Sea, and the shadow cult of Martis-Mortis, one meditated on the divine twins, Midnight and Noonday, shadow and sun. Shadow vanished at Noonday, without having gone away, and Midnight was all shadow. … Continue reading →

The last light had faded in the west, behind the barely visible shoreline of the Inland Sea.  Martisset walked down the path to the apartments of Martisset the Elder, her mother holding her left hand, and her father holding her … Continue reading →

Akiko and Sita played a game of Worst Case (this time it was a cargo-landing disaster) while Yasmin tied off the knots, over and under. Jehen, who could read now, told her that the sailors of Karis and the Original … Continue reading →

“Crow’s wing, they call my sort of hair, on Karis,” the Ship’s Doctor explained, “and yours, little sisters and brother, they call storm-cloud or lamb’s-wool.” All those names were poetical borrowings from the vocabulary of the Original World, archaic and … Continue reading →

Between the tall windows of the refectory hung panels showing robed figures fishing from reed-boats. Yasmin spooned up pea-and-bean stew (“your third serving!” Jehen had said, “just how are you going to dance?”). The panel opposite their table showed an … Continue reading →