Chapter 8
“And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight
inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
—Anaïs Nin
Sarran Calendar: Cycle 9435.B114
Earth Calendar: June 24th
Anya peered into the cleansing area. The Admiral’s Quarters were endlessly fascinating. What the Sarrans called a cleansing unit would put a bath at a five star resort to shame. She paused to admire the details she missed in haste the day before. The walls had been upholstered in maroon, watered silk, and on her left stood a burnished chrome and brass heating cabinet with a three stacks of absorbent toweling in the lower unit. The giant-sized towels were no surprise, considering the size of her Warriors.
Her Warriors, where did that come from?
The beveled glass was acid etched with
