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FROM HALFLING MOON, BY SHARON LEE AND STEVE MILLER
Hidden Resources
Runig’s
Rock
The ship was still there, hanging just inside the sensors’ range. Not a ship of the Clan, certainly; nor yet the ship of an ally, the captain of which would have been given the pass-codes, hailing protocols, and some understanding of the capabilities of this, Korval’s most secret and secure hidey-hole.
This ship. . .This ship only sat there, making no attempt at contact, seeming to think itself both hidden and secure – watching.
Waiting.
The urgent question being – waiting for what?
The ship was still there, hanging just inside the sensors’ range. Not a ship of the Clan, certainly; nor yet the ship of an ally, the captain of which would have been given the pass-codes, hailing protocols, and some understanding of the capabilities of this, Korval’s most secret and secure hidey-hole.
This ship. . .This ship only sat there, making no attempt at contact, seeming to think itself both hidden and secure – watching.
Waiting.
The urgent question being – waiting for what?
Moon On The Hills
Surebleak
Yulie had the frights
pretty bad this time, bad enough that he’d waited, tucked down and
froze-quiet in the rugged hatcher-nut grove in the hills well above the
road, shaking, until long after the noisy threesome from somewhere
down-road rushed to the clearest of the paths to the south in the
face of impending darkness.
What exactly his visitors had been doing he didn’t know – they’d called out hullo and whoha whoha a few times, like they didn’t know if the place was empty – and one of them called out “Captain Shaper” twice, and that made no sense since Grampa had been dead for so long Yulie could hardly remember his face sometimes without looking at the image files. Likely someone had the house-spot listed somewhere as a leasehold to the dead company, but heck, that was so far back it shouldn’t matter to no one. They’d called his name once or twice too, he thought, but by then he’d been moving away and it might just as well have been a trick of the wind.
“We need to talk with you!”
Halfling Moon, copyright 2009 by Sharon Lee and Steve Miller, from SRM Publisher Ltd.
What exactly his visitors had been doing he didn’t know – they’d called out hullo and whoha whoha a few times, like they didn’t know if the place was empty – and one of them called out “Captain Shaper” twice, and that made no sense since Grampa had been dead for so long Yulie could hardly remember his face sometimes without looking at the image files. Likely someone had the house-spot listed somewhere as a leasehold to the dead company, but heck, that was so far back it shouldn’t matter to no one. They’d called his name once or twice too, he thought, but by then he’d been moving away and it might just as well have been a trick of the wind.
“We need to talk with you!”
Halfling Moon, copyright 2009 by Sharon Lee and Steve Miller, from SRM Publisher Ltd.