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As I walk out of the Noise Den, I bump into Fred–well, I almost walk on him. He’s slumped on the pavement. Haggard.

The Locust may not look like much, but Val and I keep her in good shape. When your livelihood depends on every bolt in your spaceship, you treat her well. Company pilots, now… These guys could drop a thruster right in the middle of a liftoff and not bother about it.

“I thought dragons didn’t exist.”

“Yet here I am.”

“And I thought dragons roasted anyone they met.”

“Only those who want to kill us. We’re not as big fans of the idea as you are.”

Satan sighed. Kids, third millenium, adjust expectations.

Camille is running. She hears the wolves running behind her. If she stops, they’ll catch her.

Hey !

The youth have gone.

The reptiles had chosen the slow, collective option.

The alien invasion ships steamrolled over Tau Ceti.

Yesterday, May 29th 2010, I was at the Toulouse Zénith.

he is staring at me, unmoving among the passers-by. His gaze crosses mine, and that, I am sure, is what sets him in motion toward me.