Series
Alien Salvage
One Alien's Wreckage
Chorif's round feathered face stared down at the contents of the cryo-pod, and her wide copper eyes narrowed. She had been expecting to find valuable cargo for salvage; instead, all she saw was a squirmy green-fleshed larva, about the length of Chorif's upper wing. "Anything in…
by Mary E. Lowd
The Crowds on Crossroads Station
Roscoe's velvety nose twitched, but his long ears stood tall in spite of his jittery nerves. The view of Crossroads Station on the viewscreen was intimidating: three concentric wheels, rotating in alternating directions, each one lined with rows after row of glowing windows.…
by Mary E. Lowd
Principles Over Profit
Chorif held out her upper wing, spreading her feathers to admire the rings and bracelets and pins she'd fastened among her pinions. Her wing glittered with gems from the ice asteroids around Tau Ceti and glowed with Erdidaniian opals. She looked like a queen, and she clacked her…
by Mary E. Lowd
Inalienable Rights
Roscoe's long ears would not stand tall, no matter how he strained to hold them up. His reflection in the empty viewscreen looked haggard and scared, but he'd stared at it for long enough trying to compose himself. He would never be composed. He had to proceed anyway. With a…
by Mary E. Lowd
Crescent Horns and Tall Ears
The little lapine aliens hopped into the bar, one after the other, noses twitching and long ears swiveling. Narchi had never seen their species in the All Alien Cafe before, and all of a sudden, here were a dozen. Narchi's heavy hunched shoulders straightened a little at the…
by Mary E. Lowd