Chapter 3 of my new novella Bone Rush is up! (After the Storm is releasing the chapters on a monthly basis.)
The first few paragraphs are below.
Mika’s throat had never felt tighter. Or drier. Every swallow felt like a risk — a compression that might keep squeezing and never stop until her esophagus imploded.
There were no cures in quarantine, though, and she was probably (hopefully, please God let it be true) just being a hypochondriac. So for the fifth time, Mika tried to make headway in Panic and Death: Early Colonists’ Improvised Responses to the KI’s Designer Plague — which, despite the title, was quite possibly the driest account of the subject she’d ever read, especially when viewed in dim lighting on an aging media-pad locked in power-saving mode. But after finally abandoning the effort, she called Atalia. “You up?”
“Yes,” the pilot’s voice crackled over the Mantis’s comm. “Except I didn’t figure you for the late-night booty-call type.”
Read the rest on After the Storm.
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