The scars were what convinced her. His ursine size notwithstanding, Nessa…
Come, come! O Spacemen, come!Rest your weary handsAnd sing along, the glory oursThe braves of Terran lands
In the morning your ship will be sailingPrepared by your father to whisk you safeWatch the silicone…
The discovery of who you are and what’s the purpose of your existence could be frustrating.
I have what I like to call The Quirky Aunt Theory. And by quirky I mean either good quirky or bad quirky. It doesn’t…