Don’t Count Your Sprite Shards Before They’re Caged by Dawn Vogel
Baleful red light crackled across the sky, outlining a mushroom cap atop tentacles, stretching down into the clouds. Conditions were perfect for the abominably misnamed “sprite” to discharge the shards that powered the airship Jubilee on long-range journeys. “You saw where it struck?” Tali asked. Her pilot, Rowan, rolled their eyes. “Yes, Captain.” Tali nodded.Read more about Don’t Count Your Sprite Shards Before They’re Caged by Dawn Vogel[…]