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The view was something Parker Higgens was immensely proud of, easily the finest in Tranquillity, another fitting perk due to the research project’s eighth director — along with the scrumptious office itself, with its deep-burgundy coloured ossalwood furniture that had come from Kulu in the days before the abdication crisis. Parker Higgens was eighty-five.
Higgens
There was a murderous silence as Kelly’s head slowly turned to focus on Joshua. “What?”
Look
Tactics and command decisions he could handle, even Admiralty office politics; but a semi-reclusive universally revered black sheep Saldana teenage girl affinity-bonded to a non-Edenist bitek habitat was another matter.
Handle
“Make me an offer for her, Joshua, anything up to ten fuseodollars considered.”
Offer
Six coloured pebble-sized crystals bounced on the rug. They had all been carved, he saw; cubes with their faces marked by small runes. She picked up the red one. “This is for Thoale, Lord of destiny.” The blue crystal was held up, and she told him it was for Chi-ri, Lady of hope. Green was for Anstid, Lord of hatred. Yellow for Tarrug, Lord of mischief. Venus, Lady of love, was as clear as glass. “You said there were six realms,” he said. “The sixth is the emptiness.” She proffered a jet-black cube, devoid of runes.
Realms
Two weeks ought to see the entire Confederation brought up to speed.
Two weeks
That was it, the universe had finally gone totally insane.
Insane
A tiny flare of sharp blue-white light sprang out of the red mist, dying down quickly. “Reality dysfunction,” the shipmaster called in alarm. “Confirm.” “Horror woe. Galheith research death essence tragedy.”
Title
“Kell’s a reporter,” Sewell said mockingly. “Someone else who makes you sign contracts in blood.”
Reporter
