Omega and Alpha & Rest My Brothers

By K.G. McAbee and Cynthia D. Witherspoon

OMEGA AND ALPHA: damaged by a too-close encounter, the ship is limping home to Earth...but will there be time?
REST, MY BROTHERS: the last expedition to Mars is ready to come home...but where is home?

• Language: English
• Publisher: K.G. McAbee
• Release date: Sep 27, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311681003

K.G. McAbee

K.G. McAbee has had several books and nearly a hundred short stories published, and some of them are honestly quite readable. She writes steampunk, fantasy, science fiction, horror, pulp, westerns and, most recently, comics. She’s a member of Horror Writers Association and International Thriller Writers and is an Artist in Residence with the South Carolina Arts Commission. Her steampunk/zombie novella recently received an honorable mention in the 3rd quarter Writers of the Future contest.

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Omega and Alpha by K.G. McAbee

Rest, My Brothers by Cynthia D. Witherspoon

Stories © copyright K.G. McAbee & Cynthia D. Witherspoon 2014

These stories appeared previously in the anthology Christmas in Outer Space published by Whortleberry Press

Cover art: NASA image in public domain

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Omega and Alpha

K.G. McAbee

I wiped the steam from the porthole with my right hand. Never the left hand, never again; it was in my pocket, and it was going to stay there, no matter what.

The thick, heavy syntho-glass fogged up again, almost at once. It didn’t matter. There was nothing to see outside the ship but black sprinkled with thick layers of stars, bleeding light like pale iridescent blood across the galaxy.

I heard myself make a tch tch sound. I think I probably shook my head, too. That porthole shouldn’t fog over, of course; not on my ship. But the atmosphere circulation system was flaky. Everything onboard