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Yasmin, like Ferenc, enjoyed stories. He collected them. She watched those tales shape and reshape themselves over centuries and light-years, under the shifting light of political notions. Yasmin remembered that ghost-opera projected in the Dome by Mavra’s old holo-cube projector. … Continue reading →

“And you’re going off planet.” “Well, yes that’s what starships do.” “Naime!” Axia leaned over. “Now that you mention it I’ll have some of that tea. Is there something stronger to put in it?” “Desecration,” Naime said. “Drink cognac, or … Continue reading →

Storm-gate, Naime celebrated with the apprentices in the workshop, and the Master of the Yard, who was a patron-cousin of her elder-father on the Iskra side. A delegation of fresh-faced cadets and students from the New Academy came all the … Continue reading →

Slava was an Outlander, a shame about that, Axia had said. What could she have meant … except that Outlanders weren’t candidates for clan-marriage. Naime closed her eyes, as if sinking into the cybernetic reverie that carried her to the … Continue reading →

“Our world is called Karis: grace unearned, unlooked-for, the very picture of the Original World before our species entered on the scene.” “Cloud-wreathed, water-wrapped, jeweled seas and skies,” the Zoia cadet replied, half speech and half song. Her hands relaxed … Continue reading →

Certainly they wouldn’t have dared to say such a thing in the hearing of the kin of Naime the Just, no matter she’d been in her grave for most of Naime’s life. Over a century and a half old, and … Continue reading →