Prose with no plot or form; thumbnail sketch of worlds, characters or events.
You got lost in your head once, made yourself all crazy.
Three hundred and sixty degrees she turned, and as if trapped in an early version of a three dimensional gamer's world, she turned and turned and only saw her face. She had no sides, no curves but for the hourglass defining her.
there was a name he could remember, but not one he could articulate
A distinguished soldier, Yleksa mentors his idealistic younger cousin Ellory into a military role. A sheltered nobleman, Ellory Aracelis finds himself equipped for rebellion when the time arises, but fears himself too weak to effect meaningful change. Ellory departs LaGatta in despair, and discovers a power with the potential to end LaGatta's military dominance.
However searing the sun, space was never a glorious frontier.
...no, I'm thinking, oh no, no, no, did I really eat all that frozen bread, I'm not supposed to eat flour! I'm not supposed to eat bread! -- and I'm thinking of all those wasted days, days I tell you, of half-starving and it's all gone down the toilet like a huge gluten-fat floaty turd, you know, those slick yellow ones, I can't fight myself if I'm going to eat while I'm sleeping...
Her mother could not find a photographer. No one sits at the bridal table. Beloved's friends are not by her side.