Cole couldn't properly see the Sisters from his bunk. He could see the luminous edge of their dance in the darkness, but not their full splendour. He took the cloth bundle with him as he scaled down the short ladder and hurried across the metal cabin to sit beside the narrow window. The task ahead was frightening. He needed the fortitude the Sisters offered.       Seven brilliant points of bluish white set against the swirling red and yellow of the nebula.      Namramurti had

The magic of dreams seemed more attainable than forgiveness, if equally unreal. Elisa admired the professor’s passion. She wanted to...

I am burning pages, in dreaming. Pages that seek to pass as lost, shattered truth. I rarely burn written things, regardless of their...