The gossamer death orbs bounced off the Framing Chamber and couldn’t penetrate its odd hull. One touched a marine, passing through his calf, and he instantly lit ablaze with a white phosphorescent flame. The second marine screamed something and ran to his aid, but another white ball danced through the bulkhead and into his chest, passing through as if there was no such thing as matter. He, too, screamed and burned. It was amazingly quick.
In Chapter 21, we revisit Claire Campana. She is finally at the helm of The Eleanor Gray, and she has a very busy day ahead of her as captain. First, she has a dire film to watch, then it’s off the meet the Alpha Messenger. If that weren’t enough, she has an interview with a news crew and a big speech to give. She may not feel up to it, but it’s her new life because in three short months, The Lariat is closing. Welcome to The Gray, Claire. We hope you survive the experience…
Misty’s shoulders slumped, and she said, “Everyone points to Christmas as the most wonderful day of the year. But you know what I think,...
“And do you think the Alpha is actually sane still? Do you think any of the Messengers went through contact without being irrevocably changed?” ...
The old man lingered in the liminal place that presaged sleep, that space where reality had variable density and fluctuating tactile strength. Moments of...
