For the witch in all of us...

The human race had come a long way since its fledgling steps back on the hatching ground called Earth. They had conquered the cosmos, populating the surrounding moons, planets, star systems, and galaxies. Their potent genetics exploited every niche on land and underwater, in the skies and in space—in an infinite variety of form, size and purpose. So far had humankind come that most had forgotten their humble beginnings of millennia ago. Yet some remembered, kept hold of their heritage, and celebrated its original shape…

Lost, quiet, and alone amid the blackness of space, the vast cigar-shaped habitat Gaia-Prime carried on just as she had done for the last few thousand years: silent, majestic and self-contained. The hab orbited a gas giant in the Laland system, gliding among the planet’s waves of energy like a colossal whale feeding upon a bloom of plankton. A living museum to a long-lost past.

But Gaia-Prime was failing. An evil had found her. Some remnant of humanity, so twisted and changed as to be almost unrecognizable, had infected the corporeal organism of the hab and sought her destruction.

And the curators had long since forgotten their purpose…



All Tam wanted was to be loved. Was that so hard? Made outcast because of her green eyes—the sign of witchery—Tamina, a well-meaning simpleton, is shunned by a superstitious people who blame her for the ills that have overtaken their small island. It was not her fault that she put on weight while the others starved, or that wild animals slinked at her side, or that men and women both desired and despised her. But change was coming, brought upon the back of a terrifying squall…