By David C. Daoust Harper Blue was up early, brushing her teeth like a good little gamer. After the night before’s crazy visitation from the rather cryptic glowing woman, the two sisters had called it a night. That is, once the woman had vanished and they sat perfectly still for a good fifteen minutes,…
By David C. Daoust Chance was having a hard time concentrating. A lot had changed over the past few days, ever since he went loony-toons and told everyone he knew about what he had experienced in the game, Arachnoid. Now he was just trying to figure out, for one, how he could have gotten…
By David C. Daoust At the very moment the small swarm of flowing lights were coalescing into a humanoid form, not only on the faraway space station, Iopa XIX, but also before the very eyes of Harper Blue and her kid sister, Grace, not two floors below, within the very same Rover’s hold, Margo…
By David C. Daoust Little by little the family room had lost its popularity for the night. The Lauren’s had abandoned their post, followed by the others… leaving only Harper, sitting on the floor, back pressed against the sofa, still grinding away skill points, and Grace, her little sister, laying on the sofa behind…