Well today I’ve got some exciting news!
I’ve recently started writing a new story about an anti-gravity racer named Lexan Draal, bred to be the ultimate AG racer in the galaxy, she is virtually unbeatable on the track… but off the track its a different world.
A world of corporate blackmailing, ruthless tyrants, and money.
I’ll be releasing this story in the near future on this site and as a part of my sci-fi anthology I’m working on.
So stay tuned!
Street light flooded in through a small window and came to rest on an old orange glass lamp, casting a golden hue onto this mostly empty room.
All except for a single corner.
The corner was dim, light gradually faded, not ever leaving completely, but faded.
Residing in the corner was a writing desk covered in small pieces of paper from different sources. Books, magazines, pamphlets and all manner of printed material that had been mutilated to make a menagerie of text. Under the cuttings, drawn in a thousand different inks, were arcane symbols and images.
Accompanying the desk was a chair, small, quaint and covered with a badly worn red velveteen, but you couldn’t see the chair’s covering right now, not at this exact moment.
Here sat Emery.