β Scribed by Forrest, Katherine V
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
βThe sky begins to shimmer with the silver of brilliant star clusters, the eerie radiance of red and blue flourescence. One huge moon, glowing gold, is soon joined by two others, much smaller, which slowly rise above the horizon, each jagged in shape as if carelessly formed. Night falls suddenly and completely, and we sit together in a glorious royal-blue world illuminated with silver. It is Mother who speaks, softly: βSo lovely a world. . . is surely meant for women.ββ
Late in the 22nd century, the settling of a new world falls on the strong shoulders of young Megan. The perfect leader, she undertakes to guide her sisters to a new planet, free from the shackles of the brutal Earth regime. Negotiating politics in a society of women is second only to securing their safety. When a landing party of men and women discover their colony Megan must decide if the outsiders will live or die. And that includes Lt. Laurel Meredith, whose disturbing beauty is as dangerous to Megan as her people are to Megan's world.
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