Written in the STARS

Being green – literally green, the colour of a cucumber, from head to toe – wasn’t easy. It was even harder, Laura thought, when all you were wearing was a tinfoil bikini and some wisps of muslin that neither hid much nor warmed anything.

‘You’re a Sythian warrior woman,’ her brother Jim had told her.

Laura shivered. She couldn’t imagine going to war in an outfit like this. And where were all the other warrior women Jim had insisted would be there? She looked around the packed hall at gorilla women, fish men, an awful lot of what looked like octopus people, and hundreds of creatures she couldn’t even begin to identify. But no one else was green and nearly naked like she was.

No one and was nearly green naked

Unlike Jim, Laura had never been into science fiction, had never watched a or film (were they the same thing?) and never opened a comic book. So how, she asked herself now, had she allowed her brother to talk