Transformation Space - Marianne de Pierres
TRANSFORMATION
SPACE
A strong, sweet, familiar smell pervaded the air. Scraping sounds rasped along the floor.
Jo-Jo fought a compulsion to raise his head and look. As if sensing his desire, Randall pressed harder on his head.
He concentrated on his breathing, keeping it light and quiet. On Dowl station he, Bethany and Petalu Mau had escaped the notice of the Saqr for a few minutes by keeping low, crawling until they’d reached a service lift.
Quiet. Still. Pray. Jo-Jo imagined Randall sp ...