Truth with Teeth
PLANET VIROLUX, AZURYN STAR RESORT Twin moons hover above mist-draped peaks. The sky pulses with lavender auroras and cloudless lightning, caused by some not well understood effect of the crystal content in the mountains. Jagged obsidian cliffs rise high above the city of Azuryn, around pools of shimmering bioluminescent liquid, which flow down into lavafalls...
FOGRUNNER – GALLEY – MORNING CYCLE AFTER THE SMUGGLER'S MALL The lights hummed to life with a flicker as the Fogrunner coasted through deep space. The scent of synthetic bacon and burnt caf steeped into the recycled air. Julian Fog leaned against the galley counter in a ragged T-shirt that read “HARLEY DAVIDSON – EARTH’S...
It’s not uncommon to hear pastors declare from the pulpit of our churches, “We love people.” It’s on banners, websites, and mission statements. It’s echoed during food drives, clothing giveaways, and outreach events. And yet, often behind the scenes—in staff meetings, private conversations, or even from the stage in moments of unscripted frustration—that love can...
Reverence Him. He spoke—and stars ignited. He breathed—and man awoke. He stretched out His hand—and seas parted, storms stilled, blind eyes opened, the dead walked out of tombs. Reverence Him. He walked on water like it was dust. He fed thousands with a boy’s lunch. He touched lepers and they were clean. He spoke truth...
The Fogrunner drifted into the dock at Mid-Rim Trade Hub 9, better known as The Smuggler’s Mall. Julian Fog strode down the ramp of his ship as if he expected an entourage of adoring fans to be waiting to greet him. His boots clanked onto the polished titanium deck of the floating bazaar. The Smuggler's...
Julian Fog stared at the flashing nav screen, espresso bulb in one hand and a death wish in the other. “Okay, Mollie,” he said, propping his boots on the console and pointing at the strange swirling mass of colorful gases and crackling bolts of light on the forward display, “how unstable is it really?” M.O.L.L.I.E....
In the heart of the Garden where legends walk, where banners whisper and sneakers talk, steps a general, small by frame, but vast as the mythos of New York’s name. Mr. Clutch—precision defined, a craftsman of angles, a master of mind. Every pivot, a scholar’s decree, every dribble, a symphony. The clock winds...
Meet Julian Fog: Ex-Space Marine. Smuggler. Collector of Harley-Davidson Relics. In the outer reaches of the galaxy—where laws are loose, loyalty is looser, and espresso bulbs are a basic human right—flies a man with too much charm, too many enemies, and exactly zero self-preservation instincts. His name is Julian Fog. Pilot. Rogue. Chaos gremlin. He...
Julian sat at the counter like some forgotten relic—part monk, part outlaw—cradling a mug of black coffee as if it held the last truth left in the world. No cell phone in sight. In fact, he’d left it outside on the bike, where it wouldn’t be distracted by humans and could just be in the...
He sat in the dimly lit room and stared at the two bottles. The place was quiet. They were all away at some church function. His mind felt numb, enveloped by a fog that he knew the whiskey and pills could not clear. The one thing I’ve been consistently good at is failure. It’s a...