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The night Landon Kessler’s life ended, they played parcheesi. It was a very common sight around the dinner table on Wednesday nights....

“May the light of the suns guide you.” My eyes snapped open at the sound of the voice. A massive gray-blue expanse stretched out...

“Have you ever been on a bounty before?” “No.” I pulled at the collar of my gambeson, the sheep’s wool sweltering in the heat. “Got any...

“C'mon. You expect me to believe that load of milgak?” The Skiidarian's mandibles parted in his species' creepily threatening equivalent...

When I woke up that morning, the first sign that something was off was that I still had all my covers. I slowly raised my aching head...