Da Vinci Colony Installment 7: Rebel
“Saint preserve me,” Olympia Nucci grumbled as she switched off the vid. She turned to glower at Portent Calhoun. “Now my nephew’s going rebel.” Her attache...
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“Saint preserve me,” Olympia Nucci grumbled as she switched off the vid. She turned to glower at Portent Calhoun. “Now my nephew’s going rebel.” Her attache...
The true believer had doubts. Vidalia Bessler had joined the exploration service because she firmly believed in the organization’s mission to expand the colony’s horizons beyond...
I’ve heard people compare today’s mood to Christmas Eve. That’s sweet, I suppose. What’s not to love about the idea of a magical old man bringing...
Pontifax paced a circuit around the holotable in the strategic observatory dome of the Abat Voix, hands clasped behind his back, as the symbol representing the...
The general’s mind was set. Olympia Nucci, forty-eight years into her service to the Da Vinci fleet, watched the Medici’s shuttle transit from the planet toward...
Life under the curfew in Durham, for me, hasn’t been all that different from life without the curfew. Recently, North Carolina Gov. Roy Cooper mandated that...
“YAH!” Cinna heard the wagon driver shout before the whip cracked. The coach started rumbling forward. She counted herself lucky on one hand, not so much...
Eyes of the Stars The result of my third #bookstorewindow fiction writing exercise, inspired by the late Harlan Ellison, based on writing prompts supplied by Colchek,...
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