Of the Green Globe It was an impossible memory, but it was always there. Of me on a high alpine slope, body broken and exhausted. Something goring me, over and over again. And then a glowing thing, green and glorious, descending from some high place to meet me. It reaches me just as life leaves…

Before the boy kills his father the two of them arrive at a pair of vast steel blast doors. An aperture yawns in the wall to the left and inside are two loaves of bread the size of their forearms and a bowl of steamed vegetables in a pastry case. They extract their meal, gingerly…

The ensigns find Jala crumpled in a corner of the observation deck. When they try to help her up she goes limp and resists and will not take her eyes off the planet in front of them, splayed against the dark of space, its surface being consumed by a coruscating rash of flame.   ‘No,’ she…