Please let it have been a nightmare. But when he lifted his lids the little white cage was the same. Pale, featureless walls gleamed strangely in the soft glow from the ceiling, no exits or entries, no way to escape. He was still a prisoner. With a ...
Not everyone was Neeri. She moved through the passageways of the space station with the sleek, predatory stride of a Lyomedrin on a mission, Ridge the backstabbing bartender drifting unconscious behind her on an antigrav tether. Plenty of people stared but she only stared ...
