“The seamless perfection of the white shell of the Framing Chamber looked as if an egg suddenly had a crack in it. The crack...
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...
She wore the breezy, loose pants and shirt that were the official uniform of a Framer. Above her head floated one of her attendants,...
