Trichantress (pt 2)

(pt 1 is on this page) “You may rise.” The dim light setting of early morning flickered from the back desk panel.  Deatte reached for her day clothes on the storage bench near her head, and hurried to undress and redress under her blanket.  She slipped her silence shoes on and headed for the panel... Continue Reading →

Trichantress (pt 1)

Resa hated stories more than she hated the twisty little green things they tried to serve her for supper once a week. The green things went right through her, but stories had a way of sticking to her bones. A single story told once, she thought, was dangerous enough. A story told over and over... Continue Reading →

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