“Is the result of your reproduction dance present in this habitat?”
Missus Pan looked at the stranger at her front door. He was in a suit, pale, and bald, with dark, dark eyes.
Monti and Miyu sat out on the ruined observation deck of their crashed starship. They and the rest of their crew had been stranded on this unknown planet for at least a year of their own time. Time didn’t move the same here though. When they’d crashed, Beazo, the engineer, had managed to save the…
Rosalie stared at the six-foot by four-foot painting her husband Tom had just framed and hung above their sofa. “You’re kidding, right?” she said to him.
“What?” he asked, looking bewildered. “Isn’t that the most fantastic study in boxing you’ve ever seen? Look at…