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La voyage dans la Lune, Chapter 2

klc — Mon, 07 Sep 2009 19:03:03 -0700

(Part 5 of ?)

The next day passed uneventfully, though not swiftly. Kevin had a dreadful time paying attention to whatever he was supposed to be doing. He was most definitely not in the moment.

When night came he left his robes with Fiona and made his way down to the water again. He made a wide circle around the pool. Eventually he came to a spot where he could vault over the river, instead of flying. He ducked down and crept from one boulder to another.

La voyage dans la Lune, Chapter 2

klc — Mon, 13 Apr 2009 18:59:54 -0700

(Part 4 of ?)

This was wrong. He couldn’t feel otherwise.

He knew enough about local customs to understand that this activity fell plainly in the category of ‘Angering the Gods’. Lu… water spirits… sickness. Now this. Where did the villagers draw their water? How can we analyze it? Hmm… enormous American tourist starts asking difficult questions…

Brilliant! He could hear Fiona now. And then I suppose you’ll be telling them you’re a superhero! No, she wouldn’t call that keeping a low profile. He resumed his watch.

La voyage dans la Lune, Chapter 3

klc — Sat, 20 Dec 2008 16:39:40 -0800

(Part 1 of ?)

June twenty-first 2007, over the Shackleton range, Antarctica.

He looked out the window again. Still nothing. “How’s the weather?”

“Perfectly dreadful. Forty below and the wind is eighty knots below one thousand feet. Happy Solstice.”

“Back at ya, babe. I think it’s time I let Serenity take over.”

Fiona straightened her seat up and adjusted her harness. “She can see better than we can through this weather.”

Kevin scanned his panel again. “Serenity?”

“Yes?”

“Would you take us the rest of the way, please?”

La voyage dans la Lune, Chapter 2

klc — Fri, 14 Nov 2008 15:32:04 -0800

(Part 3 of ?)

Eventually Kevin became aware of a growing commotion in the central courtyard. A number of villagers had come in. Some of them were quite agitated. There was one word that he could make out: Ghost.

La voyage dans la Lune, Chapter 2

klc — Tue, 10 Jun 2008 12:27:29 -0700

(Part 2 of ?)

Back in Houston, Barney was admiring his work. Serenity’s newly–regenerated skin gleamed under the lights of Building Seven. He was considering renaming the building 24/7, as he’d spent so much time here this past month. She’d come back in a rather dirty state, with volcanic rock dust everywhere on the outside and a couple of grinning fools on the inside.

Kevin & Fiona - La voyage dans la Lune, Chapter 2

klc — Wed, 02 Apr 2008 10:08:07 -0700

(In progress. Part 1 of ?)

November third, 2006. Jakar Dzong, Bumthang, North Central Bhutan.

Ommanipadmehungommanipadmehungommanipadmehung…

He swirled the tea in his bowl and tried not to think about how cold he was. If this was fall, he wasn’t sure he could handle winter. At least not on a monk’s rations. For his metabolism it was essentially a fast. The smell of the butter lamps had him thinking about popcorn. Not much of a meditator yet, but he was quite new at this sort of thing. “OMmanipadmehung, ommanipadmehung, ommanipadmehung…

Kevin & Fiona - The Early Years

klc — Sun, 10 Feb 2008 14:04:07 -0800

September twenty-first.

He’d been laying on the futon for a while now, listening to the sound of the waves. A seabird cried out nearby. He rolled onto his side so that he could see the beach. He smelled a memory of perfume and smiled.

He saw her walking towards the lanai. She was wearing layer upon layer of gauzy white fabric and a broad brimmed hat. She also had a parasol for another layer of thermonuclear shielding. More beautiful every day.

An Habitual Offender, Epilogue

klc — Thu, 01 Nov 2007 03:49:01 -0700

The hangar doors were open and the late evening sky threw its’ deep reds, hot and humid, into the interior of Building Seven. A Gulf Coast summer turns the outside world into a near-perfect replica of a dog’s mouth. Barney apparently had decided it was time to run all of the very loudest machines at once, raising the noise level to something quite inconvenient. Not the kind of atmosphere he’d hoped for.

An Habitual Offender, Chapter 8

klc — Tue, 30 Oct 2007 03:50:09 -0700

Travis Morales Is Dead… And Other Intellectual Bullshit

20:17 Mission Elapsed Time

He sat on the edge of the cliff, enjoying the cool night air on his face and the still warm stone under his backside. He gazed down into a great valley, miles wide and many more miles long. He saw many lights. Enough for a modestly sized city. But some of them moved. What where they a part of?

An Habitual Offender, Chapter 6

klc — Sun, 28 Oct 2007 03:30:16 -0700

Shockwave Repercussions

He stuck his head under the waterfall again, then threw it back, droplets slinging off his hair. Delicious. He settled himself down in the pool of water at the base, the black volcanic stones warm from the sunlight. The beach and breakers were just a few yards away. He’d built the lanai as close to the waterfall as he could. Pure, sweet water in abundance. All worth it.