My novella The Shattered World Within is now at the Giganotosaurus site run by buddy and fellow Foreigner enthusiast Ann Leckie.
This novella is set in the same world as my novel Ambassador which comes out later this year and deals with a very important sociological aspect in this world.
Here are the first few paragraphs:
The ship glided into the dock, into the care of grappling arms and snaking robotic leads.
Clang, click, contact.
The navigation hub flashed with the station control override. The screen showed a logo, but no inbound or outbound communication.
Seated next to the pilot, in the bluish glow of the controls, Zhyara didn’t realise how tightly he’d been gripping the edge of the seat, all the way while they’d drifted past the scratched surface of the station, all the way while he listened to the pinging of their unanswered broadbeam probes. His instinct, after being cut off from his associates on Zhiminda station for so long, ached for confirmation that personal networks were still intact.
“I think they could have provided some better damn light in here.” The pilot’s voice pierced the tense silence. The remark, no doubt intended to be light-hearted, fell flat. Everyone aboard the ship was tense.
“But I guess things could have been worse,” the pilot added into the heavy silence.
“Much worse,” Zhyara confirmed.
He breathed out tension. At least someone was still alive aboard the mining station. At too many other stations, they’d found nothing except dead husks of metal, where the emptiness of space had erased evidence of the living.