Sweat rolled off his forehead and burst upon the concrete floor as he examined his work. “Finally, a moment of rest,” he thought to himself, and rubbed his aching shoulder.
There’s nothing like exploring the fringes of the galaxy to figure out what you want to do with your life.
This is the stuff of dreams. The drink of gods, the enabler of magic, and the driving force of our civilization, all distilled in small but sturdy glass vials on a moon forty-seven light-years from our home
Nothing makes a forty-seven light-year journey more exciting than an explosion in a backup vessal.
Has it really been 970 years of sleep? To think… Almost a millennium of time that never was. Oh, the dreams I had! I would almost do this trip again, if only for a millennium of vivid dreams.
Storytelling was very important to the Yehr people. Each night they would come around the campfire and share legends and myths, with each one trying to explain the many mysterious and strange events of their world. However, the way of life for these people forever changed once they witnessed their first solar eclipse.
May the gods have mercy on this child, he thought. In a few moments, he knew the gods cared not for his prayer. The blood was still warm, and refused to freeze. With a solemn face, he returned to the home and made his announcement to the parents: the girl has Iceblood, the blood of the Iceborn.
Deep darkness had covered all the land on that moonless night, and all of the other clanspeople had long retired to their tents. Only a grandfather and his granddaughter remained, entertaining the campfire with tales of heroes of ages long past.