I want to tell you a story.
No, scratch that . . . I want to tell you a whole lot of stories.
I want to tell you about mistrusting, mistrusted Kathryn Blake – traceuse, pickpocket and cat-burglar – the girl who got into Kimine’s machine on the ground floor, and smashed it all to Hell.
I want to tell you about the Lady Waiting, and how a young First Rider and a cadet with her arms in minor set out to challenge a corrupt court, a mad preisthood and the gods themselves in their search for a lost princeling, and find themselves on an epoch changing journey in her name.
I want to tell you about Mirabella of the Untouched, and what happened after she failed to commit suicide-by-contact . . .
. . . about Cal, the only survivor of the Birmingham starfire incident, who becomes mankind’s ambassador in one last, desperate effort to persuade the Qr’nt to make their stand . .
. . . why you should never shake hands with a man with a star shaped mole in the webbing of his right thumb . . .
. . . and why one of the founders of Neptunian science endures such a thoroughly unsatisfactory housekeeper.
Undsciplined as I am, you may expect that this will take me quite some time. Whilst I’m getting there, here are some short stories, teaser fragments, and random musings.
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