Tonya R. Moore - Dream Heart

The Last Archangel

When she was earth bound, Alys wore the scars of her vocation with pride. The hardware semi-permanently fused into her head, arms, and back – input terminals for the iron maiden's controls, could only ever be replaced, not removed. When she was star bound, she spent months at a time strapped into the synaptic throne that kept her nervous system connected to the controls of the multi-use ship, Mink.

Ghost & Hammer

John Miller entered the bridge of the Dawne Empress and sat in the pilot's chair. He winced a little at the toll it took on his knee and grinned as he switched off the autopilot, adjusted their course, and initiated a routine systems check. "Not as spry as I used to be am I, old girl?" his matter of fact murmur was met with a soft beep that he could swear was the ship answering.

Flower From Another Shore

Blue and froth leaped and nipped at the slippery tips of Verona Beach's jagged rocks. Summer had gone and taken with it, the steady stream of tourists breathing urbanity into sleepy St. Marnot's Bay. Chez stuck her toe into wet sand and grinned as her nieces ran screeching from the advancing waves in their silly little game of tag. Kayla and Krissy. With their frizzy hair and bright black eyes. Janine and Chez had looked just like them at that age. 

Dragon Lady

The island was a lush emerald in the sun. Large enough to be considered a continent, the country boasted one great blue desert and a saw-toothed range of mountains. All around it danced the shimmering sea, beneath which basked the cash crop of Meladon, nori. Guarding and tending the valued plants were the Zaells, powerful water dwelling dragons and their human companions. 

Blue Fish

It was under the cover of a million stars, she emerged from the desert. The scorching surface of the Tenere clung stubbornly to her boots and the peppery scent of the indigo people was forever fused into her skin. Fern didn’t mind. The years spent in that harsh environment had taught her well. She had been a wanderer who stumbled into nomads.

Bird of Paradise

Midnight was always Gabe's favorite hour. There's a pulse that flows in the air, making everything – even inanimate objects seem to move like predators. Trees sway with attitude in the spring breeze. If you peer intently enough through the soft glow of lamps, you can see the streets are littered with dreams.

The Gestalt's Disadvantage (Part 1)

The One Who Waits

Seeking Bones

The Scout

The Halfway House

The afternoon sun was warm on my face. Even hours later, I would remember this moment. I stood staring up at the sky, shielding my eyes against the brilliance. I would remember because I could hear birds singing all around me, idly basking in their dust-laden tranquility. I would remember my heart lifting a little, as it always seemed to do these days.