While Jagati charted a new course on the bridge of the Errant, Tariq El Karim ascended the gangplank of the Al-Jinn, his grounded airship. The damage done his ‘ship was but one item on the index of grievances Tariq held against the thieves, placed just below the theft of Tariq’s most prized cargo and above …
Looking for the beginning of the story? Click HERE. “Oy, Mister! You okay, then?” The small person—girl—Gideon’s slowly focusing mind told him—drove away the last whispers of the dream, though her voice still sounded muffled, like it came to him through a lake. Or fog. Or a foggy lake. A cold foggy lake. He held …
Miss the beginning? Start HERE. By the time Jagati reached the bridge, Rory was nowhere to be seen, but Eitan, left arm around the yoke, was tapping the pressure gauges. “Problem?” she asked, crossing to the nav table. “Gas cells three through nine show half-capacity,” he told her, not looking up. She considered that, and …
Looking for the beginning of the story? Click HERE. This, Gideon decided, could well be the ultimate dining experience. At present, he was lounging in a tub filled with steaming water, a plate in one hand and the last bit of naan in the other, using the second to mop up every drop of sauce …
Miss the beginning? Start HERE. Rory didn’t slow his pace until, five flights and half a ‘ship’s length later, he reached the rear of the Errant’s bridge. There he paused long enough to spy Eitan Fehr’s silhouette at the helm, pushing the airship’s engines to their limits. Against the blazing blue of the winter sky, …
Looking for the beginning of the story? Click HERE. They had private baths. Private baths the size of his cell. With an actual tub. And doors that locked. On the inside. Real rain, a bathtub to call his own, or, at least his own for the two nights he’d paid for. If this was a …
Miss the beginning? Start HERE. “Thank you,” John said upon reaching the bay door and Jagati’s extended hand. Her response was both nonverbal and quite vigorous as she hauled him through the opening hard enough that he came near to landing face first on the deck. It was interesting to John how the air of …
Looking for the beginning of the story? Click HERE. Gideon picked up the tail two blocks from the tram station. A quick glance in a grocer’s window told him his shadow was small, and clad in the universal urban camouflage of patchwork trousers and hooded tunic he recalled from his own youth on the streets …
The Libra Gambit: Epilogue, in which one adventure is put to bed even as other adventures stir to life. Want to catch up on previous entries? Go to The Libra Gambit main page. Epilogue About an hour before the crew of the Moth were faced with the possibility of a new life, Zumo Vanzale was staring …
Miss the beginning? Start HERE. “So there he was, hanging from the line, this high off the ground.” Sitting in The Frayed Rigging, back in the day, Jagati raised a hand up above her head to indicate the height, “Begging me to promise I’d tell his mama he died bravely.” “And did you?” John asked, …