Dammit Dierdre
Of all the times to die...
No one knows why Dierdre walked into the Atlantic, but she took the weapon with her. All that potential wasted; decades of research pickling while we start over.
At least the drive could be recovered. Divers are combing the sea floor–literally. My sister sold the combs that could save the world. Let's hope they find it before his friends arrive.
I still can't believe that heap of junk is an alien warship. Well, half a warship, anyway. Who crashes into a planet? That laser cannon tech is something else, though. It's so fast and quiet, you never even know it's
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Michelle Truman | Prose and Puns | Noyath Books
I fell in love with speculative fiction and poetry many years ago, but I have precious little time to write any. It was high time I started making Prose and Puns a priority, starting with Purple Poetry, Auqredis, and the World of Noyath.
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