Simma was sure she'd never see Sami again. Sef or Glyn, either. She'd left Sami standing in the middle o...
H. S. St. Ours lives and writes in Maryland, and is the author of the Water Worlds™ young adult science fiction adventure series, which chronicles the terraforming of the Inner Solar System as seen through the eyes of generations of young women. Seven books are planned for the series.
Young Moon, Sami and Simma are now available for sale -- in case you'd like to support this indie writer! ;) -- on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iTunes, Google Play and in Paperback. Visit the Website for details. http://WaterWorlds.me
Book 1 - Young Moon
Book 2 - Sami
Book 3 - Simma
Book 4 - Gen (Spring 2015)
Book 5 - Meeza (Fall 2015)
Book 6 - Kaio (Spring 2016)
Book 7 - Brin (Fall 2016)
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Description: Gen was angry and she knew it. Angry about her overprotective parents, angry about the way she was teased about her height, and angry about the dirt and grime that infested every corner of Mars. But soon, she'd be on rotations. Too few went Outside...
Other Works by HSStOurs.
Growing up in North Korea, in the days before her Father destroyed the world, Young Moon was happy. At l...
I unwrapped the dark cloth very carefully. To me, it was maybe the most precious thing on Earth. The shimmering scarf-like fabric wound ’round the flat, wooden box several times and, once it was off...
Good catch. In much the same way that serious diviners of the Tarot wrap their decks with silk, so too the Mask of Meeza was covered with its own special silk-like fabric.
“By then, runners from Tee Four had arrived and Namid answered our call. He came with trained men and drillers, and by the time he reached us, we had cleared what we could. He assessed the scene fast...
I struggled with the character of Namid. He is like many men, in a broad sense, if allowed by the society they keep to succumb to their most primitive instincts, yet he still has in him the power to rise above that. In a different situation, I may not have been able to rehabilitate him, but in this Age of Reconstruction all things seemed possible.
I calmed at the power of my own voice. Echoes described the cell walls perfectly, and I was reassured of my place in time and space. I remembered being collared, and I remembered being led here and l...
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