All articles filed in March 2015

(From toward the middle of what is becoming a novella) Callida and I stood in the fog on the bridge, as the frogs rained down upon us. “I hate this job.” she said. “What are you complaining about?” I asked, smiling. “Your armour is protecting you isn’t it?” “The smell.” she answered. “By Vulcan’s…” “They don’t…