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asher553The faint glow of the suns is still in the sky, but she's awake already. As always, looking for the stars. Amira still sleeping ... no doubt dreaming of the future of Shakti, the world they rule together.
Amira's dreams? The one realm of the universe closed to Kathris. Amira, wonder-filled, passionate - yet unable to surrender to ecstasy under Kathris' caress. What Kathris craves, what every Gilkeshni craves: the opening of the soul that comes with pleasure.
Looking out the palace window, Kathris watches the nightships rising majestically into the sky, bound for other worlds in this sunsystem, or for portals to take them through hyperspace to other ages. How ironic: here, at the heart of the Gilkesh federation, a deep emptiness.
But all will be well. Their wedding years ago set the course for the future of Shakti and the Gilkesh race: to be the focal point binding world to world, galaxy to galaxy. The tribes loyal to Amira, the factions loyal to Kathris, now allied and working together.
The lights come on in the city below, as millions of Gilkeshne wake to the starry sky: each with dreams, hopes, and fears, each with plans and memories, each one in her own world. The suns are down, and the ships keep risinig upward into the world without wind, into the great abyss ... into the big night.
[To be continued.]
Amira's dreams? The one realm of the universe closed to Kathris. Amira, wonder-filled, passionate - yet unable to surrender to ecstasy under Kathris' caress. What Kathris craves, what every Gilkeshni craves: the opening of the soul that comes with pleasure.
Looking out the palace window, Kathris watches the nightships rising majestically into the sky, bound for other worlds in this sunsystem, or for portals to take them through hyperspace to other ages. How ironic: here, at the heart of the Gilkesh federation, a deep emptiness.
But all will be well. Their wedding years ago set the course for the future of Shakti and the Gilkesh race: to be the focal point binding world to world, galaxy to galaxy. The tribes loyal to Amira, the factions loyal to Kathris, now allied and working together.
The lights come on in the city below, as millions of Gilkeshne wake to the starry sky: each with dreams, hopes, and fears, each with plans and memories, each one in her own world. The suns are down, and the ships keep risinig upward into the world without wind, into the great abyss ... into the big night.
[To be continued.]
