Ants

1 Calling Mrs. Honeydew. Mrs. G. Honeydew please contact the purser at your earliest convenience… “They’ve been paging that woman all morning, Conan. I think they’ve lost her.” Glory popped a piece of salmon into her mouth and chewed for a moment, looking out at the infinite blackness of space. They were on a huge bed in the Honeymoon Suite, a transparent dome raised above the superstructure of the Pharaoh’s Star, the most luxurious space clipper of the fleet. The view made Glory shiver. She waved a hand and the dome became opaque. “But I don’t see how you . . . → Read More: Ants