C. S. Friedman
Born in NYC in 1957, Celia is best known for her intricate worldbuilding and dark themes. She has published 14 science fiction and fantasy novels and a collection of short stories entitled "The Dreaming Kind" . Visit www.csfriedman.com
Marian wasn’t looking for help for her daughter. She’d given up hope. Christy had arrived in this world the same year my debut novel was published, and Marian and I often joked about the two of us having given birth at the same time. Christy was a lovely child, with a good heart, sharp intelligence, and–unfortunately—a troublesome learning disability.
Jed Riker brought a pear tree with him. We didn’t find out about it till halfway through our journey. Picture it: the sun of Earth barely a pinpoint of light behind us, the sun of Sirius Five no brighter ahead of us, and Mike Billings going through the storage hold to find God knows what. Suddenly he saw an oddly shaped package staring him in the face, with Riker’s name on it. He wasn’t going to open it, of course, because that would be an invasion of privacy. But if the thing just happened to float down to Medical on its own, and accidentally got in front of an x-ray machine, that wouldn’t be his fault, right? And if the ship’s pattern-recognition software compared the shape it detected with every other shape recorded in its database, and happened to come up with a match, that wouldn’t be crime, would it?