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TogetherThe first to land on the terraformed world of Doloria, Cherham Quentin stepped out into woodlands unseen by any other human. Finding suitable place, he released his song birds to fly free among the high foliferous trees. Nature surrounded him, its beauty the inspiration for the song which would spread with his birds, comforting and encouraging settlers who all would be landing far from home. Other choristers might be out there in the woods, but by the time he met them the settlements would be rising, humanity claiming the land it had made inhabitable. The pristine beauty would start to fade, he had seen it in other places enough times.
Following the birds with the strongest voices, Cherham headed along a ridge line scattered with pale, jagged rocks in an oddly stong cyan colour and young pines. Hearing the birds respond to their surroundings, he whistled a new refrain, building up the harmony of their intertwining chorus. It became more soothing, in tune with the woods. And as the wind
The Messiah and the Medusa
After the risen Jesus Christ had shown himself to the disciples, he didn't hang around long in the Jerusalem area. Some legends told that he went to India, others had him travelling north, towards the lands of the druids. This little story is somewhat inspired by these legends, and also mashing up a quite well known Greek myth.
The rain was finally holding up, sun breaking through between two parting, dark clouds to glitter in the puddles that were spilt all over the rocky landscape. The lone figure was gladdened by the sun, albeit she refrained from looking in the puddles out of fear of seeing her own reflection, which she hated. Perhaps the bitter and long winter was finally over, something else that she hated. Perhaps it would finally be warm again, and her old and poor and lonely soul would get the chance to thaw as the sun returned. She had no idea how many summers she'd seen come and go since she came to this distant island, she had lost count a long time ago, but they wer
In Vino Veritas - 25. Cloaked in mystery
Denis came awake to the rhythmic sensation of his head banging against a sturdy back and the smell of tobacco and unwashed man. He was being carried somewhere! Then it all came back to him, how he had been brought down in the narrow alley by a group of Russians. Russians, who had been talking about Kalugin, and Denis memory coughed up a name - Ludwig 'Lykos' Kalugin. How the hell had that miserable existence come back to haunt him? Or was it just a coincidence, the same surname. However, he didn't gain anything by comparing names, he would have to act. Like now!
The man carrying him had a holstered gun on his left side. If Denis only... They'd probably expected him to be out long enough for them to carry him into some kind of holding cell, thus they hadn't even bothered with tying him up. Well, their loss, they were all regulars while he was enhanced. Carefully he lifted his fingers, making sure to move with the walking man's flow, trusting that the darkness would hide his movement unt
The Sorrowful “Would you look at this,” Azvo Pultry said as he and his girl friend Patina entered the sealed off valley that sat in a bowl like depression at the top most portion of the Covosi Plateau.
“Amazing,” Patina breathed; before them sat a massive temple complex of sparkling gray stone; it looked ancient but had no plants creeping over it and the giant sprawling grounds looked as if they had just been recently mown.
Of course the two of them weren’t really caring too much about the ancient structure; they had snuck up here from their college camping trip further down the plateau to find a secluded spot to spend some alone time.
“Well at least we’ll be inside during our alone time,”