After writing Ship Show, I decided the Reassembly series needed at least one book packed with weird aliens. Having (quite unintentionally) planted the seeds for that with the introduction of the ranse in book 1 and the oblique reference to…
Including the smallish Durandian freighter on level three, Geddy counted just seven ships in all of Wuntara Station. Maximum capacity was maybe thirty, thirty-five. Stepping out onto the stone floor, it was quiet enough to hear workers talking from clear…
With his duffel slung over his shoulder and the PDQ strapped to his thigh, Geddy and the others stood before the door to the Spine, Durandia’s only conduit to the spaceport and the outside world. The vault-like outer door, Bartok…
It took just shy of half an hour to reach Randhra. Black and yellow barricades signaled the end of the Spine, which was pretty much a wall save for a small yard where two spare train cars were stored, one…
“Anyway,” Geddy finished, “that’s how we found you.” Denk had led them on a slow walking tour of the city while Geddy brought everyone up to speed on Verdithea, Verveik, the new Alliance, and Oz’s and Krezek’s abduction. He shook…
The earsplitting alarm continued to rise and fall as they quickened their pace. The central agora had all but emptied except for a few stragglers whose stubby legs could only bear them along so fast. “The wardengate’s overrun!” one shouted.…
Not only had the Durandians excavated the impressively large cavern, but virtually every structure in the city was hewn from the same igneous rock. The Junts’ dwelling was up six flights of tiny stairs that Voprot, coming up the rear,…
Like everything else in Randhra, the Ministry chambers were carved out of solid rock. It was a circular amphitheater tucked into a corner of the cavern not far from the entrance and accessed by a single door. Representatives from all…
“Are you sure about this?” Geddy asked. Denk had donned his father’s old warden uniform. They were red, he explained, because it was believed that the crypsids couldn’t distinguish the color, making it a layer of visual camouflage on top…
It happened so fast. No more than five seconds passed between Jel spotting the light to Denk’s screen filling with debris. Everyone in the gatehouse froze, and for a time, nobody spoke. “Voprot go.” “Denk, do you read me? What…