Saige Astarte was a tall, blonde, athletic masterpiece of curves and legs with golden hair tumbling like a waterfall down her shoulders and back. The beautiful, gentle lines of her face whispered of the strength behind it. Champion in competition that he was, Aidan was no match for the things he felt whenever he looked at Saige.
The last five ships in the 2249 New Bengal Stakes came around the limb of the planet Prospero. It was the final minutes of the twenty-fourth hour of the race. After an entire terrestrial day of circling the planet, one ship was about to claim the biggest prize on the interstellar racing circuit.
New York City was dead. It lay shrouded in thick blankets of snow under a canopy of impenetrable grey sky. The windows and fronts of the buildings were all dark, as dark by day now as by night. The streets were empty except for stray animals and stray people, wandering to nowhere and nothing in the damning, dooming cold.
I’ll begin with an introduction, both of myself and of what I’ll be doing here.