Category Archives: Serialized Stories

“Fire,” Feroza yelled, “fire.” And, yes, the Leviathan was firing. More flashes. More Cannonballs. Why was the giant beast bothering? Why waste so much effort on two measly humans when it had a whole giant habitat to devour? Victor was … Continue reading →

Victor wiggled his fingers safe in their gauntlet. “Trying to establish handshake…” “Don’t,” said Feroza, and something like a lead watermelon barreled past them. “We have to trust her instincts.” “Her instincts almost got you eaten yesterday,” said Victor. “What … Continue reading →

Chapter 9 The Leviathan munched greedily on the dome of Xanadu Base, a grub the size of a sperm whale. The hose at the front snuffled up another wad of irreplaceable equipment, and flocks of smaller creatures wheeled like crows … Continue reading →

“I’ll tell them it was my mistake that got everyone killed. You don’t have to be punished for all this…” Victor’s gloved hands shifted over her armored waist. “All of Petrolea.” “Someone must atone,” said Feroza. “Why not me?” “Atone?” … Continue reading →

Is that what she had done? Was seduction even possible when the seductee all but melts into a puddle of willing ardor at the mere sight of one’s face? Feroza smirked, remembering the blush that had pinked his face under … Continue reading →

Chapter 8 Petrolea spread under them, a cloth of black silk embroidered in silver, gray, and red. Windmill leaves churned beyond the wings of the Dragon they rode, creatures walked and flew and attacked each other. Victor made a nauseated … Continue reading →

“In Xanadu did Kubla Khan/ A stately pleasure-dome decree.” “Eh?” Victor shook his head. “Who did what with a dome?” “Khubalai Khaan,” she said, “You know, the Mongol emperor? I don’t know his name in Spanish. I was quoting Coleridge.” … Continue reading →

Outside of the bulky space-suit, she looked tiny. Victor was no giant, but the bristly black top of Feroza’s head only came up to his collar. Thick, dark brows nearly met over her severe eyes, the upper lip of her … Continue reading →

Sweat squished around his shaking hands as he typed commands. What was wrong with him? Victor had never been exactly suave, but he hadn’t made this much of a fool of himself since he was ten and had pissed himself … Continue reading →

“Well, this insulation is certainly effective.” Feroza turned around. “I don’t see any condensation on the wall at all.” Victor cleared his tight throat. “Yeah. Just on the, uh, mouth of the airlock.” Calling it an airlock was generous. Really, … Continue reading →