Fallin' Apart - Wigton, H. L.
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Ship'r Bax is holding it together, barely. Lawmen, she could avoid. Bandits, she could fight. But the sudden abundance of 'fairies' on nearly every rig, scooter, and station was a problem no amount of dodging or firepower could overcome. Watching, observing, lurking; whatever you called it, they were giving everyone a case of the creeps and shivers, and feeding a growing ball of dread in Bax's gut. No critter ever showed up in numbers like that, out of the blue and uninvited, without an agenda. The universe was still playing by the same rules it always had, so this quiet presence was sure to…mehr

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Ship'r Bax is holding it together, barely. Lawmen, she could avoid. Bandits, she could fight. But the sudden abundance of 'fairies' on nearly every rig, scooter, and station was a problem no amount of dodging or firepower could overcome. Watching, observing, lurking; whatever you called it, they were giving everyone a case of the creeps and shivers, and feeding a growing ball of dread in Bax's gut. No critter ever showed up in numbers like that, out of the blue and uninvited, without an agenda. The universe was still playing by the same rules it always had, so this quiet presence was sure to be followed by all hell breaking loose. At least she had her rig back, and a plan to scrape that warrant off, pitifully simple and brazen as it was. Now if something, anything, would actually go to plan, that would be a good day indeed. Join Ship'r Bax and her hitchhiker Daniel as they challenge the limits of self and sanity in Fallin' Apart, book three of the Ship'r Chronicles.
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If you were to look for me, you would find me hovering on the edges, where the sand turns to surf, the forest to meadow, and the madding crowd grows sparse and scattered. Turn your head fast enough, and you may see my shadow slipping around a corner. If you wish to lure me out, leave a stack of books, preferably of theoretical physics, at my last known location. I will slink through the door to fetch them, and an offering of coffee, hot and black, will snare me faster than any bear trap. The promise of a long road trip, where we barely leave the highway, will have me lingering, intrigued and agonizing over routes, day vs. night travel, and if I'll scare you too badly with my cruising speeds. Don't expect much conversation, but be assured that my playlists are top-shelf, as is my audio soundstage. Let's roll.