They weren’t even really keeping it all that secure. The room was locked, but everyone on the biology teams had access. The ark itself was sealed with a passcode, but it was neither long nor complicated. It was the kind of security you used to keep people from accidentally stumbling onto something. Clearly, they didn’t think anyone would intentionally try to break in.

They were wrong.

Usually, Val despised people for being naive. Today, she was grateful. She took no pleasure in what she was about to do; it was a necessary evil, and the sooner it was over, the better.

The room had no outside windows, so as soon as the door shut behind her, Val activated the lights, blinking a little at the sudden brightness of the stark white room. 

There were three enormous bio-storage units against the far wall. Human genetic material was contained in the largest one. Most people chose natural reproduction, but the danger of genetic stagnation was very real in a small population, so the original colonists had planned carefully when they left Earth. Val herself had never married, and she had always figured she’d be coming here one day to make a withdrawal.

Not that they would allow that after tonight.

The other two units were what interested her today. The one that the colonists had called “Eden” contained seeds and other genetic samples from nearly all of Earth’s species of flora. The other, the Ark, contained the animal embryos and tissue samples. The ability to preserve, transport, reanimate, and breed from these samples was one of the advancements that had finally made deep-space colonization possible.

Val was about to undo 200 years of work.

She stood in front of the giant metal cylinders, hating herself and hating the ones who had made her come here even more.

Their final study on domesticating the native animals had shown that there was no way for reproduction to keep up with current levels of consumption. Some had tried to present this as a crisis for the colony, but of course, it wasn’t. It only meant that they needed to reduce consumption of animal products. There was an abundance of plant products which could make up the caloric difference, and Val herself had been part of a team that had created new dietary models which provided all the necessary nutrition for a healthy populace to survive and grow. It was somewhat lacking in variety, but that was likely only a temporary problem. After all, they still had only explored a tiny fragment of their new planet.

You start taking the meat away, though, and people get angry. Some old man mentions eating chicken as a child on the original spaceship, and suddenly there’s talk of breeding Earth chickens on Una. Talk of chickens leads to talk of fish, of pigs, of cattle even. 

They were all crazy. 

Una had a fully-formed ecosystem with well-developed species of flora and fauna. It was a miracle to find such a place in the universe, and its relative proximity to Earth made it even more miraculous. Even with their best conservation efforts, the colonists’ presence on the planet had already disrupted the delicate balance of their new ecosystem. If they began introducing other alien species, they risked destroying everything that was here. 

Humans had already decimated one planet; it was unthinkable to do that again. They had all promised that they wouldn’t. It was in their Charter. It was the reason Val’s grandmother had signed it.

Val had argued all of these things at the gathering. Some agreed with her, of course, but a surprising number of fools fought back. Finally, the governor had put an end to debates and set the vote for tomorrow. Lil had the right to override the vote, but she had given no indication of how she was leaning.

Val knew in that moment that she couldn’t leave it up to chance. If the animals were gone, so was the threat. 

A surge of anger spurred her into action. With her tablet to help run calculations, she only needed two minutes to find the right pass code and open the Ark. Inside, the control panel was equally easy to decipher. 

All in all, it took ten minutes to end half-a-million potential lives. 

Val stood her ground, staring at the numbers until the thawing cycle was complete. She imagined each and every species she had studied, remembering them from the photos and videos in the archives. Giraffes with their awkward but oddly beautiful bodies. Hawks that soared through the sky and swooped low to catch their prey. The huge grey one-horned monsters they called rhinoceros. When she was ten, she hung a picture of one of those brutes on her wall, only barely believing that it was real. Something twisted in Val’s gut, and she forced herself to feel it. Of course the destruction made her sick. She had devoted her career to life, not death.

She told herself that these animals still existed in the universe, some still on Earth, but all also being packaged up like these and shipped off to barren planets across the galaxy.  They would live on elsewhere. And now the pennifins and ipits of Una would also survive.

When she was certain the process couldn’t be reversed, Val closed the Ark. She hesitated for a moment before the container marked “Eden,” then turned away. No one had expressed any desire to seed Earth plants on Una, and one day they would fill this planet and take flight to colonize another. Better to have as many species of flora as possible for terraforming. Besides, there was only so much death Val could take in one night.

Instead, she turned off the lights and slipped out of the lab, not bothering to close the door behind her. She would go home, not because she wanted to escape being caught–she’d turn herself in tomorrow–but because she wanted to be surrounded by her plants. They always comforted her.

She had felt brave coming here tonight, the only person with the courage to make the hard choice. She didn’t feel like a savior now, though. She just felt the weariness of having done what needed to be done. 

She would go home, find her bed, sleep until the sun came up; and tomorrow, everything would be changed.

Posted in Twin stories | Leave a comment


Val was bored, which always pissed her off.

She picked at the skin next to her thumbnail while the head of the zoology group droned on about the reproduction rates of apex predators and their prey. This was all stuff the previous generation had studied at length, but he “wanted to refresh their memories” as they began a new phase of breeding. 

Val didn’t need her memory refreshed. It didn’t go stale like some people’s apparently did. What she needed was to get back to her research. She was days away from being able to present her finding about twin cells. It was going to change the whole way they looked at their world.

A sudden silence made Val look up. Was he finally finished?

Then Yun, annoying as always, raised his hand. “One quick question…”

Val wanted to cut his tendons, but she put her agression into making her thumb bleed, instead. The drops of red welling up calmed her a little.

“We won’t take you away from your individual projects,” zoology was saying, “but we do ask that you provide sustainability estimates for the fodder we’ll need for domestic herds and be on hand for other questions as they arise.”

He could have asked for that in a message. Why were they all in a meeting?

“So this breeding project isn’t displacing the others?” Yun really liked to have things spelled out for him.

“It will for the zoology department but for botany, that won’t be necessary. We do ask prompt replies, though. The governor has made this a top priority. Our presence has already lowered herd counts, and we need to learn all that we can about sustainability in order to make the decision of whether it’s time to open the ark and begin seeding Earth animals onto Una.”

Val’s head snapped up. He had to be kidding. She had to have heard him wrong. One of the two of them had clearly taken a blow to the head.

“That can’t seriously be an option,” she said loudly.

“Nothing is decided yet, of course.” Zoology put on his best diplomatic face. “But it has always been one option, and a few people have begun to suggest that this might be the time.”

The way he said it made Val sure that he was one of the people arguing to open Pandora’s box.

“Is there ever a good time for xenocide?” Val didn’t believe in hiding agression from her superiors. Either they could deal with opposition, or they should give authority to someone who could.

“That’s not exactly a fair characterization…”

“You’re going to release birds into an ecosystem with no flying predators, and you don’t think that will decimate the insect population? Or were you thinking goats to wipe out the vegetation?”

“We would start much smaller…”

“Oh good, yes, let’s start with single-celled organisms that can infect the existing flora and fauna. Mass extinction is always a laugh.”

“Ms. Garrigio, this is not the time or the place for this discussion. We’re working on this project to hopefully prevent the necessity of opening the ark.”

“The second we even consider this, it’s time for the discussion. The charter clearly stipulates that our guiding principle will be to care for the world we colonize, including its preexisting flora and fauna.”

“That is one of our guiding principles. Another, more fundamental one, is that we all work for the good of the colony first and foremost.”

“It’s not in the best interest of the colony to murder entire populations of living beings.”

“That word is overly dramatic. It’s not in the best interest of the colony to starve.”

“Well,” said Zen brightly, springing to her feet, “this meeting got way off track. I don’t know about zoology, but the botany group has a lot of work to do. Shall we get back to it?”

Val was staring down zoology. (She suddenly remembered that his name was Bron, which just proved that his mother was as stupid as he was.) She wasn’t willing to let him off the hook yet. 

“Val,” Zen said, taking her arm. “We’ll take this up with the governor when we need to. It’s time to get back to work.”

Val liked Zen. She was a good group leader and a thoughtful scientist. A little too much of the politician, but if that motivated her to keep taking all the extra administrative work, that was fine by Val. Space knew, Val didn’t plan to do it.

She let herself be led away, ignoring Zen’s final assurances that they would get the necessary data over to zoology ASAP. 

“Thanks for making my job so exciting,” Zen said when the door shut behind them. “What would I do without you?”

“I’m not going to apologize,” Val said, though the stress lines around Zen’s eyes did soften her a little. “They can’t be seriously thinking about this, and if they are, we need to be saying a lot harder things than what I just said.”

Zen sighed. “You know I agree with you. Of course I do. But calling people murderers isn’t going to convince anyone.”

“I’m not trying to convince them. I’m trying to call them out, so they’ll feel enough shame to do the right thing.”

“The right thing isn’t always quite that simple.”

“It is in this case. The original colonists brought along the ark because they were planning to land on a planet with little to no life already in existence. Instead, we found this.” Val gestured at the tough grass beneath their feet, the neatly planted gashi with their thick spines and their glorious blooms, crimson in the autumn air. As if on cue, a pennifin fluttered by, its translucent wings sparkling. “We don’t need animals from earth. We probably haven’t even discovered all the ones that are on Una.”

“Probably, but we haven’t discovered any new ones in the last decade. The planet is sparsely populated, and in spite of our best efforts, our presence is lowering the populations of nearly every species we’ve found.”

“Right. Because we introduced an alien species. Which is exactly why we can’t introduce any more. You’ve seen the preliminary outlines of my research, Zen. This entire world is built on different building blocks than ours, and we barely understand it at all. We almost killed ourselves once because we didn’t see the twin effect, and we were so relieved to have solved that one little problem that we never looked deeper, never saw how vital those twin pairs are to the survival of every living thing on this planet. And yet they’re easily disrupted. They won’t survive the introduction of the kind of ferociously fecund life that thrived on Earth.”

“I know.” Zen stopped outside the door of the botany lab. “And when the time comes, I’ll stand up and argue that right along with you. But for now, we need to finish our research and to cooperate with theirs. That’s the way to convince people.”

“I’ll finish the research, no problem. The cooperation is up to you.”

“Fine,” Zen said. “I’ll do all the communicating with zoology. Just promise me you will let me do ALL the communicating. No more arguments.”

Val shrugged. “Done.” She wasn’t planning to leave her lab for the next week anyway. 

If finishing her research had been a minor obsession before, now she’d work on it like the whole world depended on it.

Most likely it did.

Posted in Twin stories | Leave a comment

The Rest

Lil couldn’t remember the last time she had slept. Two weeks had passed since Roon’s death, and they still had no idea where this new disease had come from or how to stop it. The medical reasearch team was starting to question whether the strange molecules they’d identified were even to blame for the disease, but if it wasn’t that, they had no idea what it could be. 

Meanwhile, fourteen more people had died. Fourteen people out of a little over a thousand, and the hospital wing was overflowing with the newly sick. The clinic lobby and a few of the lab rooms had been taken over to accommodate patients, and the researchers were stepping on each other as they worked. Lil herself was working out of the little tool shed in the front garden, close enough to be on hand when she was needed while still keeping out of everyone’s way. 

Her tablet pinged from its perch on top of a small work bench. She punched a button, and her father’s exhausted face popped up on the screen. Behind him, she saw his office, and shook her head. He was supposed to be at home resting right now. They still weren’t sure how the disease was spreading, so he’d given in to her request that he stay away from the med center, but nothing could keep him from working himself as long and hard as everyone else. She didn’t bother to scold him. She knew what he’d say. A leader works harder, stays longer, exhausts himself more. That’s what it means to lead. 

He was right, but her heart ached at how old he looked. She had thought she was too numb to feel anymore, but something about his eyes made her throat close up.

“They’re bringing in two more,” her father said, and his voice cracked. “Lil, it’s Max and Van.”

Lil forced herself to nod, even though the tightness in her throat was making it hard to breathe. She had known this might happen, but still, she had hoped…

“I wanted to come with them, but Fern won’t let me out of her sight.”

Lil tried to swallow, but it didn’t work, so she forced the words out, even though they scratched, “Ye…yes. She’s right. We need you well. I’ll meet them.”

“You need rest, too, Lil.”

She couldn’t smile, but she tried to lift her head and look more energized that she felt. “I’m fine. I should go.”

“Give…” Her father broke down. Lil looked away from the screen. “Give them my love.”

“I will,” she whispered.

Outside of the little shed, a cold breeze hit her face. For just a second, Lil felt sharper. Then the headache crept back in at the edges of her brain. She walked through the scraggly bushes to the front of the garden. From there she could see the cluster of people carrying two stretchers. She didn’t run.

The man at the front of the larger stretcher gave her an understanding smile. Tan was an engineer, one of the best they had, and he had volunteered to head up the emergency service now, too. Lil nodded her appreciation and looked down at the figure on the stretcher.

“Hey, little brother,” she said. “If you wanted a day off, you could have just asked.”

Max’s neck was covered in rash, his eyes bright with fever. “No way,” he said. “You’re too much of a slave-driver.”

“True. Still, this seems a bit drastic.”

Max closed his eyes, clearly in pain. “How’s Van?”

Max’s son was on the next stretcher. His face showed rash, but he didn’t have any signs of fever yet. He pulled a candy stick out of his mouth and gave her a grin.

“Aunt Lil! I have a charberry stick! I get to eat the whole thing! And we’re going to see Ma!”

Max’s wife, Bette, had been brought in the day before. Luckily, her case was still in the early stages.

“Let’s get you there quickly then,” Lil said, taking Van’s hand. 

The stretcher-bearers moved steadily, and the tired nurse at the door of the med center found them a place to set Max and Van while beds were made up for them.

“If you can put them here, maybe Bette can be moved here, too?” Lil asked. “I’ll take a shift of caring for them.”

The nurse tossed her a grateful smile as she turned away.

A hand on Lil’s arm made her jump. 

“Can I have a moment?” Tan asked.

Lil was still watching as a second nurse came out to take Max’s vital signs. “Um…yes, of course.”

“This is in the report we sent, but I’m not sure what Val said about it. She isn’t convinced it’s important.”

Lil turned toward the engineer, saw the intense look on his face, and tried to focus her brain. “Isn’t convinced what is important?”

“You asked us to double and triple check anything new from the last several months, so we have, and you were right. I think it’s the key what’s causing this. The fibers we’ve been processing from the Reddi vines? Our new processing system is one of the key recent changes.”

“Yes, we’ve investigated that. There’s nothing toxic in the Reddi or in the process. We tested the Reddi vines and the newly produced fibers, but we didn’t find anything.”

“I know, and that’s why Val dismisses it. But I’ve spend sometime studying the Reddi fibers, and there’s something we haven’t considered. Our new process breaks down the vines on a chemical level in order to make them softer for fabrics. It separates molecules, strips away some of the bonds that made it stiffer. You can read the details in the report, but basically it comes to this: all the tests we’ve done have been on newly produced fibers. I think we need to test the fabrics we’ve made after they’ve had time to rest. I think it may take time after separation for the problem to show itself because I think molecules we separated may have bonded with something new to form the infective agent.”

Lil’s head hurt. “Is that something that can happen?”


“Then test it. Test whatever you have to.”

“That takes supplies from the medical labs. They aren’t eager to let those go right now.”

Lil looked at Tan, noticing how his dark curls fell into his eyes. The man needed a haircut. She shook off the irrelevant thought. He also needed lab supplies. 

For once, there was a problem she could actually solve.


“I was wrong!”

Lil jerked her head up, dropping the cool cloth she’d been about to put on her brother’s head. The angry words on the tip of her tongue died when she saw Tan’s shining face, but she did gesture for him to lower his voice.

“I was wrong!” he whispered, still excited. “It didn’t form a new bond!”

“If you’re wrong, why are you so happy?”

“Because I was also right! We broke it apart from its twin, and it’s going around looking for a bond it can’t make.”

“So…?” Lil’s exhausted brain just couldn’t keep up. Max’s fever had raged all night. She was thankful that he was still was when they went still that you knew the end was close…but she had been forced to physically restrain him multiple times.

“So we know where it came from. And we don’t need to kill it. We just need to give it back the other half it’s looking for.”

“The other…?”

“The infecting agent they’ve been calling morcillus is actually…” Tan stopped abruptly as Max began to thrash behind Lil’s back. For the first time, the engineer seemed to take in her slumped shoulders, her dark-circled eyes, her family laid out around her.

“You don’t need the details,” he said. “I’ve already sent the results to the lab to confirm, but I’m right. I know I am. They’ll confirm it, and we already have the equipment we need to separate out the twin molecule. This is a cure, Lil.”

“A cure?”

“We screwed something up. We didn’t understand the biology of these plants, but we can fix it.” He put a hand on her shoulder. It felt impossibly warm. “They’re going to live.”

“I’m not sure…”

“You don’t have to be. I am. You pointed us in the right direction. I can get us where we need to go.”

Someone called his name from the direction of the laboratory wing, and with a final squeeze of her shoulder, Tan strode away. 

Lil sat on the edge of her brother’s bed, stunned and unbelieving. She should call her father. She should go see if the researchers needed help. She should check on the other patients in her area. But there was no strength left.

She picked up Max’s hand and held on tight. It was all she could do. Someone else would have to do the rest.

Posted in Twin stories | Leave a comment


When they told her about the first death, Lil felt betrayed. Not by her father, who brought her the news. Not by the medical team, who had worked around the clock to identify this new disease. Certainly not by Roon, whose body had lost its battle. 

Lil felt betrayed by Una itself. Una, the first solid ground Lil had ever walked, the first unfiltered air she had ever breathed, her first and last home. And she was Una’s first, too, the first human to step foot on her wide open plains. Most people thought that honor had gone to Hiram Wayland. Only Lil and her father knew that just before he had stepped off the landing platform, he had set her down first. From that moment until this one, Lil had felt that she and Una shared a bond. 

And now the planet was trying to kill her and all her people. 

Slowly, Lil stood up and brushed the coarse grit off her hands. She had been working in the gardens, covering the shift of one of the infected women. She was tempted to shake the dirt of Una off her feet, too.

She was being ridiculous, of course. To hide it, she answered her father quickly and in a steady voice, “Have they started the autopsy?”

“They gave Shar the chance to say good-bye first, but by now they will have begun.”

Lil nodded. Everyone had agreed they would need to act quickly in this situation, to gather as much information as possible. Shar would understand. She was a scientist herself. 

“How is she?”

“As you would expect. She has asked that I go along to tell the children. Po won’t understand yet, of course, but Ryn is old enough to need a man’s voice.”

Ryn was nine. Lil knew what it meant to lose a parent at that age, and she knew her father was boy’s best chance at feeling understood.

“I’ll go the medical center, then, to wait for the first reports. You shouldn’t hurry that.”

Her father didn’t answer. Likely because he had already known that would be her response. Twenty years since she officially became his apprentice, and she’d been sharing the duties of governor for the last five. At this point, they often finished each other’s sentences.

Lil glanced over as they walked. Her father’s hair had gone completely grey now, though he walked with the same firm steps. He spent more and more time with his camera and he’d begun talking about stepping away soon and giving her the official title. He seemed to be waiting for something, probably for her to marry and begin having children to carry on the work, though he never said so. Lil didn’t ask. It wasn’t time yet. The colony wasn’t ready to let him go. She wasn’t ready, either.

They arrived at the medical center just as Shar came out the front doors. Gab, one of the nurses, walked by her side, carrying a small bundle. Roon’s personal items. 

Lil stopped in front of Shar and looked into her eyes, witnessing her pain as her father had taught her. The shock and loss written there reminded Lil sharply of the day she had lost her mother, but she pushed the memory away. Today wasn’t about her loss. “I’m sorry,” she said, still holding Shar’s eyes.

The woman’s tears spilled over, but she smiled, too. “Me, too,” she said. “But the doctors think they may learn enough from him to save the others. He would have been proud to know that.”

“Yes. He always put others before himself.”

Shar pulled her into a hug, and Lil let her hang on as long as she wanted. 

When Shar finally pulled away and said goodbye with a little pat on Lil’s shoulder, Lil took a deep breath and stepped into the medical center.

It was cool and quiet in the small waiting area. No one was coming to the clinic these days except those who had contracted the disease, and they were in the hospital wing with their families. Twenty-two sick so far. Roon had been the third to show symptoms. 

Lil would visit them next. First, she went through the double doors marked RESTRICTED behind the nurse’s desk and into the hall of the laboratory wing. Here, every room she passed had people busy working. She made her way down to the chief’s office. 

Jun wasn’t there, of course. She’d be performing the autopsy herself. Her admin, Bev, was busy compiling notes at the desk, though, and she nodded as Lil came in. “I just finished sending the reports to your tablet,” she said. “Jun is dictating as she operates, and the transcription should automatically update every five minutes.” Bev was the best admin in the colony, and though Lil had sometimes wished they had her in the governor’s office, today she was thankful the woman was where she was most needed.

Lil scrolled through the report summary Bev had sent. All of the patients seemed to be passing through the same series of symptoms, though at different rates. First a rash. Then sudden weakness, fever, passing into elevated heart rate and blood pressure, often accompanied by agitated behavior. Then that passed into lethargy. The fever burned on, but the heart rate slowed more and more until eventually, in Roon’s case, it stopped. Six more patients had entered the lethargic stage. For some reason, Jer, the first case, was still showing agitation. He was younger than Roon, but only by a few years. The doctors had found no explanation for the slower advancement of the disease. 

Jun was convinced this was being caused by a new strain of bacteria. They had found it in the blood samples of all the infected patients. It didn’t respond to any antibiotics, though, and they hadn’t yet been able to find the connection between the infected patients. They were all ages, came from all shifts and job assignments. 

Why now? That was the question that plagued Lil as the feeling of betrayal surged again. Nearly twenty years they had lived on Una, and they had only lost a handful of colony members. For eight of those years, their diet had come chiefly from native products, with no ill effects. Why would this bacteria appear now? What had changed? 

If there was a physiological explanation, Jun would find it. She was brilliant, and her team matched her skill. In the meantime, Lil would search for changes, anything big or small that the colony had begun doing differently in recent weeks. 

She typed up a quick communication, asking the department chiefs to meet her at the med center with full reports. 

“Is there a room I can use where I won’t be in anyone’s way?” she asked Bev. 

Bev raised an eyebrow. “We’re at full capacity,” she said, “but you can set up in the off-duty room if you like. No one’s sleeping these days.”

Lil nodded and headed toward the door only to crash into the person who barreled through it. 

“Mia?” She took in the doctor’s face, and her heart sank.

“We just lost another one,” Mia said. Her face was drawn and grey. “Hol, five years old.”

Lil let the emotion sweep over her, concentrating on standing firm as her father had taught her, so that she’d still be there when it passed. It only took a minute. 

She took Mia’s arm, gently pushed her into an empty chair. “You need rest.”

“I need a cure,” Mia said. “Three more have gone still. We’re going to lose Jil any minute, and Hy isnt far behind. Engineering just brought a new case in, an apprentice who collapsed in their office.”

“We’re doing everything we can.”

“Lil, an epidemic will be the end of us.”

“The Plan took it into account.”

“Only to a certain point.”

“Then we won’t let it get to that point.”

Mia’s look said that Lil was being young and naive. Lil preferred to think of it as strong and determined. Her tablet buzzed.

“I have to go. Engineering sent the report I need, and the engineer who brought the apprentice is prepared to answer questions.” She looked Mia straight in the eye, witnessing her fear. She knew words couldn’t help, so she just let Mia see her understanding. 

Then she turned away and went to look for answers. 

Posted in Twin stories | Leave a comment

Waymar Charter

For those of you who are interested in the minutiae, I’m sharing just the first couple of pages of the Waymar Colony Charter, as referenced in the stories and eventually the book as well. The entire thing is 13 chapters, which is way more than anyone who isn’t me or one of the members of the colony ever needs to read, but just so you can see the ideals that launched this whole thing…

Charter of the Waymar Colony 


We the members of the Waymar Foundation believe

  • That humanity is capable of greatness beyond what it has shown
  • That human dignity and freedom are of equal importance with advancement and discovery
  • That it is in the best interest of humanity to think not only of itself but of the well-being of the world which sustains its life•
  • That too much of humanity’s resources have been spent attempting to correct the errors of the past and not enough ensuring a better future
  • That careful planning can provide the balanced growth which is the ultimate key to the survival of the human species

Therefore we have determined

  • To leave Earth and its current colonies behind with no violence or ill-will
  • To begin the settlement of a planet beyond our solar system
  • To end contact with what we have left and move into the future without outside influence
  • To form and follow a plan of growth which will aim to secure the future of humanity
  • To dedicate ourselves to the pursuit of the highest quality of human life

To that end, using the resources of the Waymar Foundation, we the undersigned agree to form the organization that shall be known as the Waymar Colony.


Chapter 1: Purposes and Principles

Article 1

The purposes of the Waymar Colony are to

1. Form a community of committed individuals which represent all the skills and experiences needed for survival and growth on a previously uninhabited planet

2. Establish a colony on the planet of Theta Prime in the Theta solar system

3. Ensure a high quality of life for all colonists and for the future generations of the inhabitants of Theta Prime

4. Create and promote a plan for long-term survival and growth of both individuals and community

5. Use Theta Prime as a base of operations for studying systems in that part of the galaxy with the goal of eventual further colonization

Article 2

This colony and all its members, in pursuit of these purposes, shall act in accordance with the following principles

1. Each and every human is equal in dignity and worth and possesses the right to life, to freedom of person, and to the pursuit of self-improvement

2. Each and every human being has the right to self-determination with regard to personal relationships, including but not limited to romantic alliances, legal family formation, and reproduction

3. All members will place the good of the colony above their own good, knowing that their own survival depends upon this mutual commitment

4. All members will carry out their assigned work to the best of their abilities and in keeping with established standards in their field

5. All members will seek to live in harmony with other members and agree to settle disputes peaceably, without violence or threat of violence

6. All members will submit to the judgment of duly chosen arbiters as laid out in this document

7. All members will participate in open and measured communication on all topics relevant to the community at large

8. All members will do what is in their power to protect and wisely use the resources of their new home planet, including its preexisting flora and fauna

Posted in Twin stories | Leave a comment


 George had told her this was how the end would begin.

Ashanti tried to blink away the black spots, but they weren’t temporary afterimages. This was her body betraying her one last time. 

She gripped the doorframe. There would be no working today. Ever again? It was impossible to imagine.

“Ama?” Max tugged at her hand, and when she didn’t respond, he pressed his face hard into her side.  Ashanti put a hand on his head, feeling the soft curls, trying to steady her breathing. 

When she could control her voice, she said, “Can you walk Ama to her chair, Max?”

His tiny hand came up and gripped her fingers. Together, they walked to the chair, and Ashanti sank into it. Max climbed onto her lap. She couldn’t stand to see her son obscured by the dark spots, so she closed her eyes and hugged him close, focusing on his smell and the feel of his solid pudginess in her arms. She should call Hiram, tell him it had started. George said once it began, there would be days at most. But Ashanti made no move toward the comm. Instead she sat perfectly still, hugging her boy tightly, feeling his breathe move in and out. 

As he had been when he lived inside her, Max was content to snuggle close and be still for much longer than most children, but he was nearly two, which meant that he had to wiggle eventually. He pushed away and twisted around, putting a hand on each side of her face. 

“Seeping, Ama?” 

“No, beta, just resting.” Ashanti forced a smile and opened her eyes. She could only see one of his beautiful brown eyes and the round cheek under it. The rest was already in darkness. It’s fine, she told herself. You knew him before you could see him. It is just the same.


“No. No school today. Today we’ll stay here.”

That brown eye squinted. He wasn’t happy. Max liked his routine, and though he wasn’t one to throw fits, lately he had started quietly crying when things didn’t go his way. She really should call Hiram. 

“We can do school at home, beta. How is that?”

The eye shifted as he cocked his head, and she now saw his little button nose. 


Ashanti wasn’t sure how she would manage, but she nodded anyway. “Yes. Go get your blocks.”

Max jumped down. She immediately missed his weight, holding her down, holding her together. When something hard bumped her knee, she opened her eyes again. Max was back with his box of geometric blocks. Ashanti slide down onto the floor next to her son. 

“What should we build?” she asked, even though she knew what the answer would be.


“All right. What shapes do we need to make a star?” Fortunately, this dialogue was familiar to both of them, and Max didn’t really need help with the star anymore. George and Mia said it shouldn’t even be possible for a child his age to manipulate the blocks the way Max did. His spacial reasoning was off the charts, and though his motor skills couldn’t keep up, he made up for the lack with extreme persistence. Ashanti reached out and squeezed his shoulder. He shrugged her off, not wanting interference with his work. Something sharp and cold stabbed at her chest, and for a second Ashanti thought it was a new symptom. Then she recognized it as grief.

Her son had incredible gifts, and he was going to do something amazing with his life. Only she was going to miss it.

Her whole vision went black, and Ashanti didn’t even try to see through it. She had no idea how much time passed before the door opened with its soft chime. She recognized Hiram’s steady footsteps even before Max said, “Da!”

“Hey there, bigs. Look at what you made.”

“Sar! Un. Two. Tee.”

“Three stars. They’re wonderful. Maybe you can make a space ship to travel from star to star.”

Max immediately began rummaging in his block box again. 

Hiram’s voice came closer as he sat on the floor by Ashanti. “Bel said you were late coming in to the lab.”

Ashanti just nodded.

“It started?” 

She nodded again.

Hiram took her hand. “Too soon,” he said. “It was always going to be too soon.”

Ashanti couldn’t stop the tears as he pulled her close. 

After a while, he cleared his throat. “I’ll comm Tan and have him send Lil.”

“No,” Ashanti said into his shirt. “Not yet.” She took a deep breath, tried to pull herself together as she sat up. “There’s nothing for her to do here but watch her mother degenerate. She should stay at school.”

“Shanti.” He said her name so quietly that she opened her eyes. She still had that one patch of clarity, enough to see his mouth and chin as he said, “We only have a short time together. We need to be a family.”

Ashanti swallowed. She thought of Lil, just turned seven and full of energy. Every night for the last four months, the little girl had read to her mother while she endured the headaches or tried to control her shaking body. In the last few weeks, Lil had started picking up the family dinner from the mess, so that Hiram could walk Ashanti home from the labs. The girl knew what was coming, and she was already preparing to fill the mother’s role, playing with Max in the evenings and helping Hiram clean up the quarters. But who would fill her mother’s place in Lil’s life?

As always, Hiram was right. Lil needed every minute they had together. “Yes,” she said. 

After he made the call, Hiram sat silently next to her, holding her hand. They had gotten to the place now where no words were necessary. The marriage that had been a friendly partnership for the first twenty-five years had grown into something deeper and more exciting after the discovery of Una and Dua. They had changed course as a colony, and her private life had changed course at the same time. That year had been the best of her life.

Then one day her right hand had started trembling uncontrollably. The next day it was the entire right side of her body. George ran extensive tests. The news wasn’t just bad. It was the worst. An extremely rare degenerative disease. Genetic. Incurable.

“We keep discovering new techniques and inventing new cures, and our bodies respond by manufacturing new ways to die,” he had said. George wasn’t known for his bedside manner, and his anger at his own uselessness made him even more curt than usual. “We cure cancer; then we start seeing Throm’s disease. We find a treatment for HIV, and suddenly Gorhoff syndrome rears its head. We’ve managed to increase average life-span past a hundred, but it’s like there’s some invisible line we can’t cross.”

As a scientist, Ashanti understood why this frustrated him at macro level. As a woman, all she could see was her own imminent death. Four to six months, George said. He could give her drugs to help manage some symptoms, but there was no effective treatment. 

That was the first night she and Hiram passed holding hands and saying nothing. In the weeks that followed, they had many long talks that lasted until the early hours of the morning, but that first night there was only the fierce grip of shared pain. The same grip that held them now.

They could do these next few days together, but after that, they would each have a road to walk alone. In some ways that was the worst part. They had just learned how to really be together, and now it would end.

The door opened, and Lil ran in.The girl never walked when she could run. Ashanti caught a glimpse of wildly swinging brown curls and a perfectly formed ear before her daughter threw herself down beside her and wrapped her arms around her neck. Ashanti closed her eyes and willed the tears away. She needed to be strong. She needed to… Lil’s whole body shook, and Ashanti wrapped her arms around her girl and sobbed with her. 

The unfairness of it all ripped at her. Her father had been one of the architects of this colony. He and Hiram’s mother and father had written the charter, had recruited other families, had spearheaded the building of this ship. Ashanti had prepared for this mission since she was three years old. She had married Hiram and boarded the ship at age 20. She had helped steer the decision to move toward Una and Dua and had made the final calculations for their new course. She had studied those two planets for months as they decided which they should colonize first. She had worked all those years to get to this point: less than three months from landing on Una, from founding their first village, from beginning a brighter future. She would never see any of it now. She would never step foot on Una. She would never see her daughter grow into a woman and take over her father’s job as governor. She would never see Max realize his full genius, would never get to take him on as apprentice. How could you be so close to everything you ever wanted and then get none of it? 

Then Lil pulled away, leaving her hands gently on Ashanti’s shoulders. “Does it hurt?” she whispered. “Can I help?”

Ashanti’s sobs stilled even as the tears flowed harder. What kind of seven-year-old asked that? How could Ashanti say she hadn’t gotten all that she wanted when she had a child like this? Lil’s empathy and compassion. Max’s quiet brilliance. This was what the universe had given her and what she would leave to make a better future. Hiram’s steadiness and inner fire. This was what the universe had given her and what would guide her grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

“I’m not in pain,” she said to Lil. “All you need to do is be here.”

They all sat in silence for a long time.

“The department heads came to me yesterday,” Hiram said. “They said everyone has taken a vote. They want to name the first village after you. Shanti, they want to call it.” She could hear the lump in his throat.

Ashanti was moved by their affection, but..”That isn’t right,” she said.

“They want to remember you. You brought us here,” Hiram said.

“If they want to remember me, they should call it Wayland,” Ashanti said. She had taken Hiram’s last name when they married, not because she liked it or wanted to make Hiram happy but because it set a good example of family unity for the rest of the colony. Now she thanked her younger self for doing the right thing, even if her reasons were weak. “This. Us. This is what should be remembered. Not me alone.”

Hiram nodded and took her hand again. Max butted his head into her side again, and Lil cuddled close. Ashanti closed her eyes and just felt them all. Together, for as long as there was. 

Posted in Twin stories | Leave a comment

Turning Point

“As far as I’m concerned, it’s not a question of if. It’s only a question of which one.” Gil leaned back in chair and swiped a hand through his shaggy hair. There was a lot more grey mixed with the brown than there had been six months ago.

“We’re talking about throwing away a Plan that our fathers and mothers worked their whole lives constructing.” Belle kept her voice soft, but it was sharp at the corners. “You can’t seriously expect us to have no arguments at all.”

“No one is throwing away the Plan,” said Ashanti. She tried not to let her exhaustion show. “The location of our colony is only a small part of the charter. Its true principles will hold no matter where we settle…or when we arrive.”

“You can’t pretend it’s not a huge change,” Belle insisted.

“Of course it’s a huge change,” Hiram said, “but Shanti is right about it still being true to the charter. I would remind you that the Plan includes the need for adaptation to new discoveries. In considering this new course, we are following the Plan perfectly. Not…” he said forcefully as Belle opened her mouth again “…that we are taking the decision lightly.”

Ashanti marveled again at her husband’s controlled energy. As the rest of them had become progressively more drained in the weeks of work since discovering Una and Dua, Hiram seemed to gain vitality. On the surface, he maintained his steady demeanor, but underneath a fire had been lit.

“We’ve been studying the system for more than five months now,” Gil complained. “No one in this room has had a decent night’s sleep in all that time. We know more about these two planets than we do about Theta Prime, and every single thing we’ve learned tells us that they are both a hundred times more suited for human habitation than Theta Prime will ever be. I can’t believe this isn’t already decided.”

“It will be by tomorrow night,” Hiram said. He was watching Ashanti, and she saw the worry in his eyes. “You’re right. We’ve done the work we needed to do, and it’s time to get everyone back to a more reasonable routine. But we will discuss the decision at length in a full gathering tonight. Everyone will get a say. In this, as in all other things, we will follow the Plan. Everyone’s life depends on it.”

“Sure,” growled Gil. “I’m all about letting everyone have their say. As long as we make the right decision when they’re done.” He turned on Belle. “Tell me you don’t think these planets are our best chance for survival.”

“As it happens, I do,” Belle said. “But people are afraid of a change this big. You can’t force it on them.”

“God save us from shrinks forevermore,” Gil muttered. 

“We all want the same thing,” Hiram reminded him. “We always have. Now, enough talking. There’ll be plenty of that tonight. Everyone take the afternoon off. And I mean OFF. Go back to your quarters. Read a book. Take a nap. Think about anything but Una and Dua.”

“Its name is Bhaskara,” Gil said for the hundredth time.

No one answered. 

Ashanti smiled to herself as Hiram helped her to her feet. As the discoverer of the binary planets, Gil had been given the honor of naming them. He had immediately named the larger one Una, after his Russian grandmother on Earth. In the three days it took him to decide on a name for Una’s sister planet, his staff had started referring to it as Dua. It was a joke, but it took hold. Even though Bhaskara was the official name of record for the smaller planet, everyone but the chief astronomer called it Dua.

In their family quarters, Ashanti eased herself down onto her usual chair, leaning back and closing her eyes. She was only six months along, and already her belly was as big as it had been full-term with Lil. It was like lugging around a melon everywhere she went. These months would have been exhausting even without trying to grow someone inside her body. With it, the edges of her brain were permanently fogged over.

Not that she would want it any other way. Just last month they had found out the baby was a boy. A son. She didn’t know how Hiram felt about it–there had been no time for talking about anything other than Una and Dua–but Ashanti walked around with the same feeling she had when she solved a difficult equation, every number and symbol falling perfectly into place. One girl. One boy. They were complete. Even her ridiculous size was a comfort. This was a quiet little guy, only occasionally moving around to let her know he was okay. After Lil, who punched and kicked non-stop until her release, Ashanti found this baby’s stillness strange. If it weren’t for her rapidly-expanding waistline, she might have been truly worried.

“I didn’t know it was possible for a person to look so exhausted and so happy at the same time,” Hiram said. 

Ashanti opened her eyes a crack to see her husband watching her with a half smile.

“Well, I didn’t know it was possible for a person to look so tranquil and so agitated at the same time,” she said.

Hiram’s smile disappeared, and for a second, she thought she had offended him, but he considered her words thoughtfully.

“That’s how I feel,” he said finally. “I feel calm, purposeful. I have as much surety as I ever had. But I also feel something I didn’t before.”

Ashanti’s sleepiness faded, her brain clearing up as much as it ever did these days. She waited for him to go on.

“I don’t know how to describe it,” he said. “I don’t have the words.”

She could have let it go. She and Hiram had been married for twenty-five years, and though there was plenty of affection, neither was in the habit of sharing their personal feelings. Most of their years together, they had felt more like coworkers than lovers. But something had changed in Hiram, and after watching it slowly grow these last weeks, Ashanti found that she wanted very much to understand it.

“You’re excited about this change in the Plan. We’ll arrive so much sooner.”

“Yes. Yes, that must be a part of it, surely. But…” Hiram sat down in the chair opposite her, leaned forward with his forearms resting on his knees, almost like he was going to tell her a secret. “From the moment I heard about these planets and realized we would have to make a huge decision, it was like…”

“…something came alive.”

“Yes. Exactly that.”

“I saw it,” Ashanti said.

Hiram studied her face, and Ashanti dropped her eyes. She was thankful she wasn’t given to blushes. It was uncomfortable to talk like this. 

After a long silence, Ashanti looked up again. Hiram had leaned back, but he still watched her. She tried to smile like this conversation was normal.

“You think you’re just ready to get off this ship?” she asked, mostly so that he would have to talk again.

“Aren’t we all?” he said. “But no, I think…I think I was waiting all this time to have something to do.”

“You work as hard as any of us. You always have.”

He waved a hand dismissively. “I collect everyone’s work. I listen to complaints. I keep files and records. A robot could do those things. But my father trained me to look ahead, to bring the future into the present. He always told me it would require resourcefulness and adaptability to make the Plan into a reality, but until now it was all just…execution.”

Oh, thought Ashanti as the disconnected pieces fell into place. “You have been governing, but now you get to lead.”

Hiram’s breath rushed out.  “Yes.” His surface control broke down for just a moment, and he sagged in his chair. 

After a second he looked up, and this time when he caught Ashanti’s eye, she didn’t look away. “Thank you,” he said. “You made that sound almost…reasonable.”

She meant to tell him that it was perfectly reasonable, that anyone would understand why he was happier with a problem to solve, that she felt the same. Instead, she said, “I like you this way.”

The words felt simultaneously inadequate and much too revealing. The way Hiram’s eyes darkened told her that he heard what was under them. 

For a long moment Ashanti held herself perfectly still, returning her husband’s gaze, barely daring to breathe. Then the little one inside gave a single kick, and her eyes widened. She pulled Hiram’s hand to her belly, but their boy was still again.

“Sorry,” she said. “He doesn’t move much.”

“He has his mother’s calm,” Hiram answered.

“Or his father’s self-control.”

Hiram took a deep breath. “Yes. About that.”

“It’s maybe not necessary all the time,” Ashanti said. 

Her husband smiled.

Posted in Twin stories | Leave a comment

Hidden from Sight

Welcome to February and Build-a-World month! I’ve been working for a while now on the research for a new book, and I’m having to invent a whole planet or two to make it happen. For the next couple of weeks, I’ll be posting short stories from the history of this new world and I’ll throw in a few informational posts about what you might find if you travel there. All questions and comments are welcome! 

Ashanti knew exactly what her day was going to look like.

In five minutes, the chime of her alarm would sound. She would get up, brush her teeth, put on a fresh jumpsuit. In the mess, she would get a tube of strong hot tea and drink it while she looked over the previous day’s reports. There would be just enough time when she was finished to wake Lil and get her ready for school before reporting to the lab section. She had tests running, but none of them were very interesting. She had calculations waiting to be finished, but they were just double checks of previous work. Worst of all, it was her day to be shadowed by the apprentice astrophysicist. Jim was a nice enough kid and certainly brilliant, but he had a tendency to hum without realizing he was doing it. By the end of the day, Ashanti would be tearing her hair out, but she’d take deep breaths as she walked to dinner in the family cabin. Hiram always collected the food after he had picked Lil up from her class. They would eat and trade boring stories about their boring days. If they were lucky, Lil would have something amusing to report from the children. There would be a blessed hour with her violin while Lil played nearby. Then bedtime stories. Ashanti would read her novel when Lil had been tucked in. Hiram would interrupt her from time to time with comments on his own book. When she’d had enough, she’d say goodnight. She’d fall asleep. It would all start over again the next day.

When Ashanti’s father had told her she would see the stars, would colonize a whole new planet, she had thought it would be exciting. How naive she had been.

Ashanti sat up and turned off the alarm before it could chime. There. One thing that was different from yesterday, at least.

For a brief moment, she considered skipping her teeth-brushing, but she banished the thought sternly. What was wrong with her? She wasn’t a petulant 18-year-old. She was forty-five, a scientist, a mother, a leader of a historic community. She brushed her teeth.

The mess was empty when she walked in, but Michele and Irina came in while she waited for her tea to heat. They nodded at her and went straight for the coffee. Luckily, they weren’t morning talkers. 

Ashanti set her tea on the corner table and keyed open her tablet. Then she sat for a few minutes, not ready to face the reports. Absentmindedly, she sipped at her tea and burnt her tongue. The pain felt almost good. 

Ashanti shook her head. This wasn’t like her. She loved this ship. She loved the future they were headed toward. She loved her work. She loved her community. She had been helping to lead them for the last twenty-five years without faltering. True, when she had turned forty, there had been a brief bout of depression, but that was normal. She spent a few hours talking with friends and wrote longer-than-usual entries in her journal. Then a few weeks later, she found out she was pregnant with Lil, and there was enough excitement in her life to banish any boredom.

All the reports in her inbox were marked green except one. The astronomers had sent her something with a red flag. They did that every few months. Gil was an excitable guy, and they were traveling through space no one else had visited. The last time he had sent one, it had been…

Ashanti froze. Slowly she lowered the tablet. 

The last time.

The last time she had felt this way…

She picked up the tea and sipped carefully, determined not to jump to conclusions. She would go get Lil up and off to school. Then she would visit Mia on the way to the lab. She would not hurry. She would not do anything to alarm anyone. She would not read those reports, either. They could wait.

Dr. Mia Lang was only thirty-two years old and still technically an apprentice to her distinguished father, but Ashanti always preferred to visit Mia on the rare occasions she needed a doctor. George was not as brilliant with people as he was with diseases.

“You were right,” Mia said as the results of the blood test scrolled across her screen. “You’re probably not even two weeks along based on these levels. How did you know?”

From long force of habit, Ashanti kept all of her emotions contained and addressed the question. “I recognized the feeling.”

Mia grinned. “That’s impressive for something that’s only happened once before. Congratulations.”

“Thank you,” Ashanti said, and she meant it, though her answering smile was all she would allow herself. 

“Are you going to go straight to Hiram?” 

“I think this might be worth interrupting his work, don’t you?”

“If you don’t, I will,” Mia said with a laugh. “And would you like to be the one to tell my father, or can I do that?”

“Oh, I think you’ve earned that right.”

“He was sure it wasn’t going to happen without in vitro,” Mia said. 

“Between you and me, I was about six months from telling him he was right, but there’s no need for him to know that now.”

“Absolutely not. He needs to be wrong from time to time. Keeps him from getting a big head.”

“Thank you, Mia. Really.”

“Hey, it was you and Hiram who made the decision. I carried out your wishes, just like the charter says.”

“Yes, but the charter doesn’t say anything about being kind. That was all you.”

Mia smiled. “Congratulations.”

Ashanti walked out of the tiny medical bay and down toward the governor’s office. A second child. Hiram would be so happy they were finally fulfilling their responsibility. The charter didn’t demand the colonists to have children, but the Plan depended on most doing so. Two to three children per couple was ideal. There was plenty of genetic material on board to make that possible for anyone, but Ashanti had wanted to hold out for natural conception. It wasn’t a spiritual or ethical issue. She just knew herself. She didn’t easily connect with people. Without the full biological experience, she wasn’t sure she would properly bond with her child. Not that she had ever said that out loud to anyone.

Hiram had supported her without understanding her real motivation. He had his own reasons for not rushing to have more children. According to the charter, one of their children would one day take his place as governor. They would not arrive at Theta Prime for another thirty-three years. The younger that new leader was when they arrived, the better for the colony. This timing was perfect. Hiram would be pleased, though he would almost surely express it with trite platitudes. 

Ashanti sighed. She wasn’t being completely fair. Hiram was a good man. He was kind and he was fair and he was determined to lead the colony to a successful life on Theta Prime. It wasn’t his fault if he wasn’t terribly original. It wasn’t his fault that he sometimes seemed to be all training and no personality. His ability to stay the course and execute the Plan made him perfect for his position. Most days she appreciated his dependability and calm. On a space ship, predictability was gold.

It was just at moments like this that she wondered. Was it possible to be too dependable? Was there no room for spontaneous feeling?

When the door to the governor’s office opened, Hiram was not behind his desk. He was standing with a cluster of admins and he didn’t look surprised to see her.

“You saw it?” he said as soon as Ashanti stepped inside. 

She had been so focused on her own news that she didn’t register the question at first.

“What do you think?”

“About what?” 

It was Hiram’s turn to look confused.

“This is huge,” said Gil from the corner. She hadn’t even seen him there. 

Ashanti took a deep breath to clear her head. “I think I missed something.”

“You didn’t read the astronomy report?”

“No, I…”

“They found another habitable planet.”

“Two habitable planets,” said Gil.

“Possibly,” Hiram said.

Ashanti pushed her own news aside. It could wait until they were alone.

“Where?” she asked. 

“2.43 light years away!” crowed Gil.

Ashanti raised an eyebrow. “That would mean…”

“With deceleration time, we have about six months to decide if we want to pursue it.”

“That’s not enough time for thorough studies,” Ashanti said.

“Wait til you see it,” said Gil. “We won’t even need six months. I’ve never seen anything so perfect.”

If there was one thing Ashanti’s father had taught her, it was that things that seemed too good to be true, were. He had learned that on the supposed utopia of the Lunar Scientific Colony.

“We’ll take every minute we have before making a decision,” said Hiram. “We’re putting the whole scientific team on this in every minute that can be spared. I have no intention of changing a plan that was seventy years in the making on a whim.”

Ashanti studied her husband’s face. Something was different. There was a thrum of excitement in his voice that belied his cautious words, and his eyes didn’t quite meet hers. 

“How have we never seen this planet before?” she asked.

“Planets. Plural. They were hidden from view of Earth by a cluster of stars and only came into our field of study four days ago. Believe me, we ran two dozen studies and ten thousand equations before I wrote that report. We’ve been staring at only this day and night. It’s a complete game-changer.”

She had thought Gil was excitable before. The manic look he wore now made the other times look calm.

“I’ll read the report and get my people on it immediately,” she said. 

“I’m making a ship-wide announcement tonight at the gathering,” Hiram said. “Full disclosure and all hands on deck is the only way we’re going to collect enough data to be reasonably sure of our course.”


Ashanti turned to go before they all noticed that her head was spinning. Had anyone ever been more wrong about a day than she was this morning?

“Ashanti.” Hiram put a hand on her arm. “If you didn’t read the report, then you came here for something else. Did you need something?”

The fact that he would ask that, would notice, even with something so huge on his mind was what made her husband such a great leader. It was the reason she had come to love him in her fashion, in spite of her doubts.

“It can wait. This can’t.”

He nodded. “No family dinner tonight with the gathering. Tea afterwards, maybe?”

Ashanti smiled. “You might want to make it coffee. I don’t think any of us are going to get much sleep.”

Posted in Twin stories | Tagged | 1 Comment

Checking In

Hello, friends! 

You may have noticed that things have been very quiet around here for the last month. Since the publication of The Shattered Heart, I’ve taken a little writing break. Now that The Book of Sight series is done, it’s time to contemplate other projects, and I’m having a lot of fun doing that. A whole new fantasy series is brewing in the back of my mind, not to mention a stand-alone sci-fi novel and a couple of shorter children’s books. 

I’ll be back in this space in February for my first ever “Build a World” experiment. I hope you all join me and pitch in any ideas you have. In the meantime, if you want to know what I’m reading and thinking about these days, check out my Tumblr. It’s full of random tidbits, and I update it pretty regularly.

See you in another couple of weeks! 


Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment


Our big Book of Sight giveaway has come to an end, and we have our winners!!!

I entered the emails of all of the newsletter subscribers into RandomResult and we came up with the lucky two.

Congratulations to sagler and ruthann!

The winners have been emailed and will each be receiving an entire set of The Book of Sight to give away for Christmas or keep for themselves!

If you weren’t one of the lucky two, there’s still time to get yourself a set before the snow falls and the holiday fever sets in! You can get them in paperback or ebook, and if you buy the whole set together, there’s a discount!

Happy Christmas, everyone. Hope it’s merry and bright.

Posted in Uncategorized | 1 Comment