Series
From Diaspora To New Jupiter
Queen Doripauli and the Sproutlings
Sloanee's slick, sticky amphibioid fingers wrapped around one of Queen Doripauli's slender twigs. The queen's sea-green fronds uncurled, caressing the richer green skin of her amphibioid lover. Doripauli's yellow daisy-like petals brushed ever-so-lightly against Sloanee's face,…
by Mary E. Lowd
Winged Folk Only
"You can't come on the voyage," the Ululu sneered, folding his wings in a very cross manner. "Winged folk only." Evben tried to object, but all the other avians lounging about the bar took up the Ululu's catchy cry: "That's right! Winged folk only!" The feathers around the…
by Mary E. Lowd
Waking up in the Genie Shop
Sloanee opened her eyes and felt her heart racing. What was she doing? Lying down? She was on the lam. She should be running or hiding. Nowhere was safe from the royal guards pursuing her. Queen Doripauli and her army of photosynthetic tumbleweed-like aliens would stop at…
by Mary E. Lowd
Go High
Evban flapped her mechanical wings joyously, dipping and swooping through New Jupiter's soupy pink-and-gold clouds. Her whiskers tickled against the glassy bubble of her breathing helmet, and her long tail streamed out behind her. She'd drifted away from the flock of avian…
by Mary E. Lowd
Of Starwhals and Spaceships
A metal behemoth cruised through the nebula, cool and casual, like it didn't care about any of the frolicking younglings and their singsong radio waves or the older starwhals jockeying for territory, rearranging the ambient dust into moats and walls. The attitude of the metal…
by Mary E. Lowd
Heart of the Gas Giant
The heart of the gas giant was the key. Arellnor had traveled from one star system to another; at every stop, she'd traded her vehicle--first her trusty shuttle for a star-hopper, then that for a space mecha-suit and finally back to another shuttle. She'd altered her appearance,…
by Mary E. Lowd