โ Scribed by Wiecek, Mike
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
๐ SIMILAR VOLUMES
We fell out of the void toward the planet that Hugo had named Eliot. Its G-class star, Pound, hung like a fiery jewel in the void. I was frozen, and Pound thawed me from an eon's sleep, gossamer arrays drinking in light and heat and literally, though indirectly, warming the frozen sludge of my blood
We fell out of the void toward the planet that Hugo had named Eliot. Its G-class star, Pound, hung like a fiery jewel in the void. I was frozen, and Pound thawed me from an eon's sleep, gossamer arrays drinking in light and heat and literally, though indirectly, warming the frozen sludge of my blood
Her characters stumble into the light, clutching their existential problems. Their stories float up like dark episodes from the subconscious. Twelve stories so intimately linked that the characters seem to walk the same unsolid geography. {Guernica Editions}