Instantly, the pilot reached up and tapped the yellow panel of the device. This would give him a more detailed report. “Gas particulate limits exceeded. Non-recoverable performance loss.”
“What the hell—?”
“You’ve flown through something. That was the bump we felt,” I said. “Possibly a hovering cloud of stingflies. They’re invisible. They follow the worms.”
“I never heard of that—”
“Gee, that’s too bad,” I said sympathetically. “In that case, maybe we won’t crash. God grants dispensation if you have a good excuse.”
He's been working away on the Chtorr Wars series (with book six promised Real Soon Now) since I was in high school. Not exactkly a blistering pace but they're worth the wait.
Thanks to Dave at Garfield Ridge I know exactly what a Chtorrian looks like when it's doing what comes naturally.
Not for the easily nauseated. You have been warned.
