Snarge
We went through the critters pretty fast. I’ve never seen anything quite like that flock: multicolored, almost metallic-looking...
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slapdash
I mean, who in their right mind would believe you could launch yourself to Mars on a mag-lev railgun in a salvaged WWII submarine?
Kessler Run In
But the Kessler Run was Scylla and Charybdis resurrected in space. Unspeakable horror.
Blow In
I think the foreman would’ve spit, if he hadn’t been in an enviro suit. It’s kinda self-defeating to spit in a sealed system.
Splinx
Put Schrödinger in the box with his cat, then add Heisenberg and Kolmorogov, and you’d render a pretty good picture of how Splinx works.
Just Enough
That was the killer, Lamora realized. There was a slim chance they could all survive, and each made their own cold calculation to live.
Otra Vez
Rare commands attention. Rare costs. Rare is always hunted.
the fetch of space
To perceive a phenomenon that casts no shadow, you must search not for its presence but for its consequence.
sure, it's you
We’re never the same hour to hour. We change, willingly or unwillingly.
Cargo
On Haliburton worlds that works. They’re in the mainstream of the Arm. Easy access worlds. But, we’re on the Fringe.
Railgun to the Sun
An instant later a sonic boom echoed over the hills, and Randy Jansen knew he would never need another cigarette.
Less Traveled
I’d set the device next to my cup and been distracted by a merling hopping out of shock of thmaris near the whooping pond.
Dismal Nitch
Every galaxy has its Dismal Nitch. Every member of the Expeditionary Force knows that. The EFing way is old school.
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