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Monday, July 11, 2011


Summer on Four Worlds: A Ylendrian Travelogue by Kellen Frey

Giverny, Summer, Imperial 9-36-4988

Giverny is beautiful in the summer. Took Cassie out dancing last night. We invited ourselves to the Jacquard Media Founding Gala. Food was to die for, the musicians were the best I’ve ever heard, and they played an entire Chrionian symphonette over the course of the evening. While everyone else was getting progressively more drunk, we walked out with a Bentarian sculpture. Jacquard gives the best unintentional door prizes.

Corve, Summer, Imperial 5-40-4989

There’s a reason homesteading never succeeded on Corve. Not even paid ‘steaders would stay on that rock. A whole planet to disappear into, but the heat of summer brings them all out for one of the most interesting markets in the known ‘verse. If it’s illegal, could be used for something illegal, or causes you to have illegal thoughts, it’s there. Even so, I’ve got no desire to go back. Some things aren’t worth the company you have to keep.

Trohmin, Summer, Imperial 4-18-4991

I shouldn’t have come here. Following Tal and Vanya is like begging to be caught, but the thrill of the chase makes it seem like it would almost be worth it. Watching them with each other from the room across the courtyard is voyeurism. Imagining myself with them is lunacy. Drawing it so I’ll have a memory of something that never happened?

That was hot.

Noska, Summer? Really?, Imperial 8-15-4991

This is not summer. This may not even be a real season. Vanya keeps telling me that Noska’s Summer Festival is only a few weeks away. I though lying was my specialty. There is no way that this ridiculous chunk of ice even has a summer.

Until proven otherwise, I put forth the theory that everyone from Noska is so obnoxiously attractive because having sex is the only way to stay warm. Tal and Vanya looked very warm when I got out of the shower. I, on the other hand, am freezing to death.

I hate this planet.


Kellen Frey expands on his dislike of Noska (and his fondness for Tal and Vanya) in our latest release, The Slipstream Con, available now from Samhain Publishing.


Michelle Moore is a fourth-generation Washington, DC native, definitely a rarity in this day and age. She has a well-documented obsession with travel, television, frappuccinos, and flamingos. All of these, however, come in a distant second to her love of both writing and teaching. Her days are pretty evenly divided between her classroom, where she teaches elementary special education, and huddling over her laptop at the local Starbucks. Now that she has achieved her goal of becoming a published author, she's ready to start working toward her second lifelong dream… a flat in Paris and a villa on Grenada.

S. Reesa Herberth grew up in Hawaii, tried Arizona for a few years, and eventually settled in the D.C. area, where they have trees and rain. She's held a variety of crazy writer jobs, including book and video store manager for a defunct chain of music shops, office goddess for an artisan ice cream maker, cheese-cup scrubber at an organic goat dairy, high school secretary, and dye-stained proprietress of a small yarn and fiber business. When not writing, she can usually be found reading, gardening, cooking, or spinning yarns of another sort entirely. She often resents her need for sleep.

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