They called me Y*q-il-Roh: “Foretold Protector”.
By sheer cosmic happenstance, my Positronic Modulator opened a warp passage from a Kentucky barn to the Mortrathi throne-world. Xur’iid guerrillas seized the opportunity, besieging Fellhold.
Who’d have believed a transistorized doohickey could signal the downfall of galactic tyrants?
Not bad for a plucky Negro on a physics scholarship.
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Adventures In Brevity
Short StoryLook at this collection as your very own inter-dimensional portal, one that spans multiple genres and niches, from hard-boiled noir and space opera, to wuxia and pulp adventure. In these very short stories, readers will be transported to strange new...
