Crab Nebula, HubbleOnce again I’m posting six sentences from War’s End, which is approaching professional editing. Bounce has just returned with Madame Irela (a diplomat who was traveling with the group) and left again to find Audi. Ginger is still trying to free Kelty.

The baby had dropped off to sleep again.

“Ginger,” Coralie asked, “are there other things we should avoid touching?  And where are we?  How did we get here?”

“Yes, Rakal, and it felt like we were teleported.  Rather clumsily: the momentum and energy matching weren’t precise, though the mind-touch was very soft.”

But all Coralie really knows about Rakal is that something went terribly wrong there.

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