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Series Archive: Sun Lords of the Principality

When you are born, the universe smiles upon you. As you grow, you will worship the Sun Lords who allow your existence under their blessed reign. Upon your death, if you should have lived well and in obeisance to the gods, the Sun Lords will look upon you in benevolence, and your memory will be preserved for all time.

The Sun Lords of the Principality are infinite in their wisdom and grace. From the center of the universe, in the Courts of Tranquility, they oversee our fates with sanctity and forbearance. We are but specks of solar dust in the cosmos, yet we find peace in the knowledge the gods are eternal.

Worship, child! Kneel in reverence to our omniscient rulers; tithe as is required; praise as is your duty. You are a spark in the void, kindled from the heat of the Suns.

—excerpt from the New Citizen data node preloaded
into each child’s neural link upon implant

 

Science Fiction

Tomorrow When We See the Sun

Wolflord (title): nomadic, nameless survivors of destroyed warships; those who did not accept ritual immolation during the Decommission. No allegiance to the Principality; outlaws. The antiquated title is self-taken from the first deserter, whose name and memory were erased upon execution; precise origin unknown.

Science Fiction

Longing for Stars Once Lost

The ship dies in orbit above an abandoned world. Kitshan curses. Metal bones shudder around him as the last of the ship’s breath is sucked into vacuum. His skill at the helm and hasty patch jobs have kept the engines together, but luck is scarce out here, and his is gone. The ship is unminded. Lifeless metal, basic programming, and manual flight operations are things he can tolerate better than another consciousness wrapped against his. The viewscreen flickers and a cold vista stretches across the interior curve of the cockpit: the small star, bright and distilled against the void.

Science Fiction

Brightened Star, Ascending Dawn

She sees the universe unfold: color light cold music voice heat passion infinity. It uncurls in waves and song fractals that make up the subatomic fabric of space-time. Melodies of energy sweep her up and spin her into a thousand voices. Colors not yet named and not yet seen paint her mind with joy. The entire universe wraps around her, welcomes her, calls her home.

Science Fiction

I Sing Against the Silent Sun

In the Principality there rule the Seven Suns. Armored gods, they marched through the universe eons ago, wreathed in subjected angels, and left footprints of conquest on galaxies. They dragged beneath them the corpse-heat from a billion burning worlds. The sixth Sun, the Gray Sun, is a god of silence. There is no voice, no mercy, no music within the Gray Sun.
Beneath the Gray Sun there is only emptiness.