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turn the new systems without damaging the old feeds, according to them.”
“Stupid. That light would have killed me in a week or two. I am fairly certain of it.”
“They didn’t know that. They just knew you were a solar-to-electric power source. They didn’t really think of you as having feelings.”
Kiiki snorted. “That figures. Well, I am glad I am out of there. Is there anything to be done for their sun?”
“Not unless they stop harvesting it.” Starbreaker shook her head. “They are their own worst enemies.”
They sat around and discussed the Feliancourans for a few hours, involving Relay of Morganti Base, Guardian of Udell Base, Haunt of Station 13, and Might of Teklan Base.
Folk killing their own sun was an uncommon thing for a race to do, so it required some of the greatest minds in the Alliance.
Kiiki leaned against Harken, and he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her against him slowly. When she was settled against his chest, she watched, with tired eyes, the decisions, conversations and new information that Relay pulled from the data stream to interject into the conversation.
A whisper in her ear asked, “What are you thinking about?”
She turned her head and whispered back, “I hope that I can get this kind of cooperation when it comes time to enter Resicor. It isn’t going to be a one-woman event, but there has to be a reason for this shift in public policy. Hundreds of years ago, the physical talents could mix at will. No one thought anything of it.”
“When the time is here, we will know it. Be ready and try to glean what information you can from neutral sources. When you have a theory, we will act. Don’t doubt it. It is your Citadel’s primary function, to rescue abused talents.”
“And I am going to hold them to their credo when the time comes. I want my people free, and I am not the only one. There is a growing list of folk who want to help their sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles and grandmothers to be free once again. We will have them free, and it will be within my lifetime.”
Harken squeezed her arms in agreement and left her leaning silently against him as she pondered the ways she could use to get information on Resicor and the Kozue as a starting place. Her free time at the Citadel was going to be full of research, but they wanted her to have a hobby, they just hadn’t been specific. Freeing her people was a helluva hobby, and Decaro had just volunteered to help her on her path to knowledge. It was good to be a couple who shared their free time—whether tangling their bodies or gathering data or designing ships, they shared enough points of interest that the next few months were going to be downright educational.
Author’s Note
Well, I pulled in all the bases for this one. There is some Morganti, some Station 13, a dash of Udell and a hint of Teklan.
Writing a sex scene for a cloistered virgin and a ball of mist was tricky, so I improvised. They both made the first move. It was a mutual attack. She tried to kiss him as he was, and he enhanced his appearance to make himself more attractive to her.
They met in the middle. Not a bad place to be.
Viola Grace
www.violagrace.com
[email protected]
www.extasybooks.com
www.devinedestinies.com
About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include
“Stupid. That light would have killed me in a week or two. I am fairly certain of it.”
“They didn’t know that. They just knew you were a solar-to-electric power source. They didn’t really think of you as having feelings.”
Kiiki snorted. “That figures. Well, I am glad I am out of there. Is there anything to be done for their sun?”
“Not unless they stop harvesting it.” Starbreaker shook her head. “They are their own worst enemies.”
They sat around and discussed the Feliancourans for a few hours, involving Relay of Morganti Base, Guardian of Udell Base, Haunt of Station 13, and Might of Teklan Base.
Folk killing their own sun was an uncommon thing for a race to do, so it required some of the greatest minds in the Alliance.
Kiiki leaned against Harken, and he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her against him slowly. When she was settled against his chest, she watched, with tired eyes, the decisions, conversations and new information that Relay pulled from the data stream to interject into the conversation.
A whisper in her ear asked, “What are you thinking about?”
She turned her head and whispered back, “I hope that I can get this kind of cooperation when it comes time to enter Resicor. It isn’t going to be a one-woman event, but there has to be a reason for this shift in public policy. Hundreds of years ago, the physical talents could mix at will. No one thought anything of it.”
“When the time is here, we will know it. Be ready and try to glean what information you can from neutral sources. When you have a theory, we will act. Don’t doubt it. It is your Citadel’s primary function, to rescue abused talents.”
“And I am going to hold them to their credo when the time comes. I want my people free, and I am not the only one. There is a growing list of folk who want to help their sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles and grandmothers to be free once again. We will have them free, and it will be within my lifetime.”
Harken squeezed her arms in agreement and left her leaning silently against him as she pondered the ways she could use to get information on Resicor and the Kozue as a starting place. Her free time at the Citadel was going to be full of research, but they wanted her to have a hobby, they just hadn’t been specific. Freeing her people was a helluva hobby, and Decaro had just volunteered to help her on her path to knowledge. It was good to be a couple who shared their free time—whether tangling their bodies or gathering data or designing ships, they shared enough points of interest that the next few months were going to be downright educational.
Author’s Note
Well, I pulled in all the bases for this one. There is some Morganti, some Station 13, a dash of Udell and a hint of Teklan.
Writing a sex scene for a cloistered virgin and a ball of mist was tricky, so I improvised. They both made the first move. It was a mutual attack. She tried to kiss him as he was, and he enhanced his appearance to make himself more attractive to her.
They met in the middle. Not a bad place to be.
Viola Grace
www.violagrace.com
[email protected]
www.extasybooks.com
www.devinedestinies.com
About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include
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