A Simple Question
“Where is it?” The pasty-skinned Light Singer sounded friendly enough as he loomed over the grayish-brown furred Lotorian chained against the rough stone column. Nothing friendly about that crimson aura,…
“Where is it?” The pasty-skinned Light Singer sounded friendly enough as he loomed over the grayish-brown furred Lotorian chained against the rough stone column. Nothing friendly about that crimson aura,…
Shafts of sunlight poured through colorful plasma fields, creating a kaleidescopic dance of dust motes in the Great Temple of Ope’mot as the Aukami rose from his seat at the…
Again with the light. This time, though, with the splintered stick in the ear. That’s a new one today, he thought. He didn’t say it, however. No, he was too…
The years did not used to matter at all. In her youth, Comorro had hung low above the sun-smeared horizon of Lotor in a distant age when that planet still…