“And with that, the detached consciousness of Gluk Disselpoof pushed its way through the ocean of microscopic senior citizens, and plunged into battle with a zombiefied alien god.” — Barry J. Hutchison Copy Share Image
“Cal Carver’s last day on Earth started badly, improved momentarily, then rapidly went downhill. It began with him being sentenced to two years in… — Barry J. Hutchison Copy Share Image
“With a resigned sigh, Cal leaned across the table and took a bite. And suddenly there she was. His mom, her fingers sticky with caramel, her apron dusty with flour, her smile for him and him alone. He chewed the pie, but didn’t taste the sweetness. He tasted home. He tasted safety and warmth and love. He tasted every time… — Barry J. Hutchison Copy Share
“Just in case we get into trouble, he can do that battle armor thing again,” he explained. Splurt began to shift around, but Cal… — Barry J. Hutchison Copy Share Image
“And with that, the detached consciousness of Gluk Disselpoof pushed its way through the ocean of microscopic senior citizens, and plunged into battle with… — Barry J. Hutchison Copy Share Image
“Four days before Cal Carver went into space, in a far-off sector of the galaxy, in a dirty alleyway behind something a bit like… — Barry J. Hutchison Copy Share Image
