Karak stared at the image on the screen. The two human boys were standing on the edge of the crater. One had dark brown hair, the other had blond. They watched the probe in the center, which throbbed with a dull green light.
“The specimens are close enough to scan, Supreme Senator.” Alixza said. “Shall I commence?”

Karak stared at the image on the screen. The two human boys were standing on the edge of the crater. One had dark brown hair, the other had blond. They watched the probe in the center, which throbbed with a dull green light.
“The specimens are close enough to scan, Supreme Senator.” Alixza said. “Shall I commence?”

Even worlds die. In a universe so vast, there is always, somewhere, a planet that is fading out and dying in the great darkness.
When a world begins to die, there are plenty of humanitarian organizations ready to sweep in to the rescue, evacuating the planet’s inhabitants and relocating them to a new home world in some other part of the galaxy. They are hurried away, and the world is left alone.
That is when I arrive.

 Kamber held Jovlin’s hand as he led her down the dark passage. Her hands were warm, and damp with sweat. He tripped on a loose stone and caught himself on the wall, but found himself wishing for a light to guide their way.

            “That was a nifty trick you pulled back there.” Jovlin called

            “You had best keep your voice down; these walls aren’t as thick as they appear.” Kamber replied

            “Oh, right.” She whispered “You could have at least given me some warning.”

"Please, sir? A bit of food?" I ignored the child's pleas and outstretched hands and walked on. On to the next starving child, on to deny even the acknowledgement of its existence. Why weren't the beggars ever adults? It would make this simpler. Despondently, it sank to the ground, incapable of following me, it would wait for the next passerby. I was good at ignoring them, though at first I tried wildly to assist each and every one of the ethereally thin waifs I encountered. Now I knew better, looked through them like everyone else did.

I often find it hard to believe I live in my body. Am I really the short, bespectacled teenager I see in the mirror? Apparently.

Planet Wars
Episode IV: An Old Hope


(Voice) It is a time of great turmoil for the galaxy once again. The Director, incensed at the way people are changing the script, has conquered the galaxy, planning to make everything “right” again. The Heroes have gone into hiding, secretly directing a rebellion against the Director...




Act 1, Scene 1. The Tiny Menace.

1//Call Her Rose
“Martha’s Theme”—Doctor Who soundtrack*
“Waiting For the World to Fall”—Music Inspired by Narnia
 “The Rainbow Connection”—The Muppet Movie
“My Mind Rebels at Stagnation”—Sherlock Holmes soundtrack

Peter’s shoulder smelled faintly of seasoned salt and cinnamon. The mixed scents were not quite unpleasant, but they wearied Rachael’s already weary brain. For hard months, she and he had trudged until their spines ached from toting backpacks and their minds narrowly missed the brink of shutting down.