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Hostis Humani Generis Part 2

Challenge In space, math reigned supreme. And the mathematics of war was not with Task Force 136. In SEL-5, every object not under thrust maintained a stationary position relative to the sun and Earth. Too used to watching constellations in constant motion over planetary bodies, a sense of unreality washed over Silva as he studied […]

Hostis Humani Generis Part 1

Arrival “Commencing combat deceleration burn.” Commodore Peter Silva braced himself. Belted into his chair, he squeezed his gut and clenched his armrests. This was the part he hated the most. A soft clunk reverberated through the airtight compartment. Deep in the bowels of the spaceship, an electromagnetic catapult hurtled a pulse unit down a linear […]

The Great Basedcon Sale!

The most based science fiction and fantasy convention is on! To celebrate, author-scientist extraordinaire Hans G. Schwartz is organizing a massive blowout sale! Over a hundred titles are available for free or just $0.99! Participating authors represent a huge mix of established names and emerging talents. These include Leigh Brackett, C.J. Carella, Larry Correia,  Jon […]

The Last Thousand Words

Dozens of days of research. Hundreds of hours of writing. Constant sweating and fact-checking, checking in proofreaders and editors, editing and re-editing the manuscript, polishing it to perfection. Every fact must be checked, every slang word period-accurate, every last detail lifted from reality. And what is the fruit of your labours? One thousand words. No […]

The Wind Blows From the West Part 10

you can move.” Lee helped Cheung out of the wagon and on his feet. Cheung walked a little, wobbling, but quickly gained strength. “Thank—thank you,” Cheung said. Lanterns appeared behind them, followed by shouts. “We’re not done yet,” he said. “Come on.” “Where’s Ayan?” “Dead. We have to go.” They ran for the steam car […]

The Wind Blows From the West Part 9

As Lee left the inn, he heard a low metal growl. The steam engine was warmed up and ready to go. There was only one undertype steam wagon in the inn’s parking lot, and Tung was leaning against the cab waiting for him. She slid off the metal. She stared at him, then beyond him. […]

The Wind Blows From the West Part 7

They made good time on the road, arriving in the next town by late afternoon. Instead of checking in at an inn, Cheung insisted on going straight to his local contact. Ayan parked the wagon outside a short, squat building. The sign above the door read ‘New World Printers’.   As Lee leapt off the back, […]

The Wind Blows From The West Part 5

The sun fell quickly in this part of the world. Cheung blew on his hands in a vain attempt to keep them warm. Lee willed chi to heat up his hands. Lee still felt the drop in temperature, but his fingers would be able to pull a trigger. Cheung ignited the wagon’s acetylene lamps. The […]

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