The Tomorrow traveled at sublight speed, powered by engines designed to last ten generations. Its belly held twenty-thousand colonists who would never make planetfall, only
The Dawn Court houses all manner of creature bred specifically for Imperial service. Muscled lion-dogs guard the State Treasury, while swift-hooved qilin ferry the Dawn
The breeze blew through the pass, pinballing a dozen times among the winding twists before smacking into our faces at an oblique. It carried a
Were-spider silk is the empire’s most valuable commodity, used in everything from airship sails to the Dawn Court’s latest fashions. Having arranged to smuggle out
“Portals work even if opened incorrectly. Only they—” “They end up taking you somewhere unpleasant,” Sophie finished my sentence, as she always did. “How exactly
The slingsnake slithered closer, yet Charlie did nothing. “What’s taking you?” I demanded. “Do I”—he hesitated—“have your consent?” “Yes, dammit, how many times must I—”