by Jane Maree | 3 August 2022 | Tales of the Void
Kip’s nose wets my palm and I survey the scene. The Celestials reform, coalescing from the galaxy of tiny stars into their humanoid figures once more. Where Major had opened the portal beneath the harbingers there’s now nothing but shimmering blackness like the rest...
by Jane Maree | 1 July 2022 | Tales of the Void
As far as plans go, this is wildly simple. But at least that means there’s less things to go wrong. Most of the Celestials remain in their village, but their elite have come out to this silver-rimmed clearing to lay a trap for the harbingers. Step one: lure the...
by Jane Maree | 4 May 2022 | Tales of the Void
Now that the harbingers have tasted my blood, they can follow me anywhere. I’m a hostage in my own body. “You must have a death wish.” Major’s gaze is dark. “If we’d done it my way, we could be out of this already.” Nerves frazzled, I can’t help resorting to my...
by Jane Maree | 6 April 2022 | Tales of the Void
I stand frozen in equal amounts terror and awe as a gnarled hand claws at the edge of the portal. Kip shudders, the star-dog’s shimmering coat brushing my leg. “Can’t you shut it?” I manage. “It’s not my portal. I have no control over it,” Major snarls back. A second...
by Jane Maree | 12 March 2022 | Tales of the Void |
We’re a ragtag team, if ever I’ve seen one. Gathered around Major’s battered table in the dimly lit bunker, there’s no less than five kinds of crazy. Jones, the intellectual, dissecting a cicada under a magnifying glass. Flint, the muscle; he’s too big for his shirt,...
by Jane Maree | 11 March 2022 | Tales of the Void
You’d think that meeting a dog made of stars and an old friend of my parents would prepare me for anything. But I still gape when the glowing, nebulous portal appears. Auburn and purple swirl together in a maelstrom of color suspended in the air. Major turns, hand at...
by Jane Maree | 10 March 2022 | Tales of the Void
Surrounded by the bustle of the Holuvian Interstellar market, I finally admit how bad of a pickle I’m in. No, not just a pickle. This is worse. It’s a situation. This situation has left me stranded on an unknown planet with nary a coin nor friend to my name. I grip my...
by Jane Maree | 9 March 2022 | Tales of the Void |
Hi friends! It’s been a while since I was active on my blog, but if you’ve been keeping up through my newsletter or my social media (follow me on Instagram, it’ll be fun!) you might have heard that I wrote a six-part series of flash fiction...
