A series of short stories from strange far off worlds, and the even stranger ones that are right beside you.
Apart from a name the only gift Jebidiah ever gave his great great granddaughter was some witchy blood.
“To support the fleet call 1-800-ther-she-blows remember we need all of your support to protect our skies!”
She had been sitting there for less then twenty minutes and already Ruth hated the spaceport.