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This week I share the seventh of sixteen stories from my next release Love Scenes From the Black Market, a dark anthology.
This week’s excerpt is from Blackball, a sci-fi horror about a prisoner in an isolated interstellar prison who has to fight for his life when something decimates the inmate population while he’s stuck in solitary confinement. (For anyone familiar with The Last Acolyte or Dead Planet, the prisoner in question happens to be Earthling loser turned galactic assassin John Rike.)
“Look at his eyes.”
I did, mostly because Zann was beginning to bore the shit out of me, and I really wanted to shut him up.
But he had a point: the Shoon’s eyes were creepy as hell. They seemed to take up his entire head, and in a way almost seemed to take up the entire room, not that there was much to take up. You run out of space fast in a fringe territory prison, the melting pot of the Auran Galaxy, where Loraithians, Rigellans and Galdarans rubbed shoulders with Jak’taar, Chandaari, the occasional Ro’daan who strayed too far from home, and a whole mess of other races I didn’t know anything about and didn’t want to know about.
It was my first prison stint, but if I had my way I wouldn’t be there much longer…but that was easier said than done. As the only human on Purgatory 6 (not to mention the entire Galaxy) I drew a lot of attention, most of it unwanted. Lucky for me I was more than capable of taking care of myself, but I was getting tired of looking over my shoulder on an almost around-the-clock basis, wondering which gang or goon or friend of some guy I’d killed on the outside was going to take a stab at me…almost as tired as I was of Zann’s obsessing over the damn Shoon.
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