On the Planet of LoveA space pulp.On the Planet of Love by Magocracy
The creep of sunlight was gradual, shadows rising ever so slightly on the sleeping figures, though this would have seemed strange to anyone who had ever seen the sun. For those shadows did not grow westward, but formed in shallow puddles around the passengers, the work of a noonday sun. The sleepers woke without comment.
One of them was awake already, for he had spent the night with his back against the gnarled NuTree in the center of the field, an uncomfortable bed to be sure. The easiest way to describe him is that he was simply large. The expression 'built like a brick shithouse' definitely applied; he was almost architectural in scale, and his features had rather more to do with masonry than musculature. He had a habit of bursting the thin sleeping bags in the night, and having paid for two on the trip alone, he had resigned himself to leaning against the tree. He had slept poorly, but that wasn't so unusual. He was afraid that he might be insane, and that tended to d
World Negative One, part 28World Negative One, part 28 by Magocracy
Blood splashed from the wound, dotting the tiles. Mario fell to his knees, his companions rushing to keep him from landing on his face. The guards leveled their spears at them, unsure of what they were supposed to do. Perth hobbled from his chair towards the door.
“Wait and watch! Keep your word,” Mario said through gritted teeth.
He held up his trembling arm, stained with streaks of red. But the blood had slowed. Impossible. Perth was mesmerized. He reached out and held his hand, intently examining the cut. It was no trick. The wound was deep enough to open the radial artery, but the blood was thick, sluggish. It was absolutely impossible. He should be dying, but he was merely shaken, pale but smiling fiercely.
“How can this be true?”
“Here, let me show you something.”
Mario tore open the front of his shirt with his uninjured hand. He poi
World Negative One, part 27World Negative One, part 27 by Magocracy
“Your appointment, sir.”
“Ha. Appointment indeed. Go make yourself useful, Cecil. I have a feeling this will be a rather short engagement.”
The Chancellor of the High King and Royal Steward, Chaperone to her Highness the Princess, Sir T’ao Perth was in a most disagreeable temper that morning. There were a host of problems that bedeviled him. The Crown rested most heavily on his shoulders, most heavily. He wasn’t a young man anymore. He had hoped to retire from court affairs before His Highness… no, mustn’t grumble. Never about His Majesty. T’wasn’t proper. Nor about the absent Prince, nor the Princess. No matter how… childish… ehm, innocent, that was it, no matter how infuriatingly innocent she seemed with the matters at hand. And those matters. War was only the most obvious of the troubles that plagued the kingdoms. Corruption i