#korval

For multiple reasons (not least, deference for the authors’ wishes) I do not write Liaden Universe fanfiction.

Such was the tyranny of Korval’s genes, that, no matter how painful, they would always choose life.

Book Review: Ribbon Dance by Sharon Lee & Steve Miller

Brother, this boy is not a shopkeeper. Best for us all that we give him the stars.

THE FIRST THING THEY told him when he emerged from the catastrophic healing unit was that his wife had died in the accident. The second thing they told him was that her Clan was pursuing retribution to the fullest extent of the Code.

Such letters originated with the same sort of person who thought it . . . fitting . . . to invite him— as multi-season champion at pistol and short arms at Tey Dor’s— to join hunting parties on distant outworlds where he might slog through underbrush for days and fire mini-cannons at blameless creatures while enjoying the company of those to whom nothing was more pleasurable . . . He dropped both solicitations into the recycler.

Clonak busied himself with another semi-disassembled piece of hardware, periodically professing himself or any number of other objects, deities, and people damned, stupid, absurd, or useless.