Tag: PulpRev
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Hostis Humani Generis Part 3
CESS The days and weeks crawled past in a tedious, interminable slog of observations and inspections and regular reports to Earth. At least the Marine contingent could visit ships and stretch their legs. The spacers were confined to their duty stations and their quarters, unable to do anything that might compromise their protective posture. The…
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Hostis Humani Generis Part 2
Challenge In space, math reigned supreme. And the mathematics of war was not with Task Force 136. In SEL-5, every object not under thrust maintained a stationary position relative to the sun and Earth. Too used to watching constellations in constant motion over planetary bodies, a sense of unreality washed over Silva as he studied…
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Hostis Humani Generis Part 1
Arrival “Commencing combat deceleration burn.” Commodore Peter Silva braced himself. Belted into his chair, he squeezed his gut and clenched his armrests. This was the part he hated the most. A soft clunk reverberated through the airtight compartment. Deep in the bowels of the spaceship, an electromagnetic catapult hurtled a pulse unit down a linear…
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The Great Basedcon Sale!
The most based science fiction and fantasy convention is on! To celebrate, author-scientist extraordinaire Hans G. Schwartz is organizing a massive blowout sale! Over a hundred titles are available for free or just $0.99! Participating authors represent a huge mix of established names and emerging talents. These include Leigh Brackett, C.J. Carella, Larry Correia, Jon…
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The Last Thousand Words
Dozens of days of research. Hundreds of hours of writing. Constant sweating and fact-checking, checking in proofreaders and editors, editing and re-editing the manuscript, polishing it to perfection. Every fact must be checked, every slang word period-accurate, every last detail lifted from reality. And what is the fruit of your labours? One thousand words. No…
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The Wind Blows From the West Part 10
you can move.” Lee helped Cheung out of the wagon and on his feet. Cheung walked a little, wobbling, but quickly gained strength. “Thank—thank you,” Cheung said. Lanterns appeared behind them, followed by shouts. “We’re not done yet,” he said. “Come on.” “Where’s Ayan?” “Dead. We have to go.” They ran for the steam car…