Finding Sergeant Reynolds

"How long do you think it'll take?" Darius asked, perched amid the piping, with Eratosthenes cradled in his lap. Aife scowled, working at a particularly stubborn bolt on the Sergeant's engine.  "Too long," she muttered, finally working the bolt loose, "Era's parts are a dime a dozen, and there should be plenty of spares on... Continue Reading →


Podcast: Acrophobia and Aviators

The podcast is back!  Have a listen, before I forget I have a Soundcloud account again.   Credits: "Improbable" Kevin MacLeod ( Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 License

A Good Old-Fashioned Holdup

Flint Calhoun was at the end of his rope. Literally, the ground was still at least five yards away. "Give me a little more!" Flint shouted, wincing at the inevitable crack in his voice. It would be easier to cope with apparently never-ending puberty if his parents hadn't insisted on such a stereotypically rough-and-tumble cowboy... Continue Reading →

Acrophobia and Aviators

"Why do you insist on taking these farm jobs?" Era complained, ducking into Aife's coat, pursued by a disgruntled rooster. "Why do you insist on terrorizing the chickens when I do?" Aife replied calmly, nudging the rooster away with her foot as she put the engine of the combine back together. "It' makes both of... Continue Reading →

I have a question for you.  How do you picture Aife and her friends?

A Pirate’s Life for Me

Darius was a cabin boy aboard the Flying Dragon, and he hated it.  Nothing about his job resembled the stories of pirate life he'd been raised on.  He'd never even witnessed a sky battle, though there had been several tussles over rations. Darius blew his hair out of his eyes, scowling down at the half-scrubbed... Continue Reading →

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