The Outward Path

By P.S. Hoffman

What if everything you knew was wrong?

Captain Sanesh and his crew are on a mission in outer space, when an accident kills the navigator, Bill. Weeks have passed since Bill's death, but Dr. Aless Inge still isn't convinced that this accident was Bill's fault. Her accusing gaze falls on her crew mate, Martin, the perpetually intoxicated religious fanatic. Dr. Inge sees Martin and his 'ridiculous ideologies' as dangerous, while new events seem to uncover a different reality.

Will Dr. Inge overcome her feelings, or will her faith in her own knowledge lead to disaster?

• Language: English
• Publisher: P.S. Hoffman
• Release date: May 18, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311440204

P.S. Hoffman

Writer, editor, and blogger. Teaching myself and others how to write better at http://pshoffman.com/

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There are so many people to thank, for so many things. To Dr. Starnaman, for enabling me, without you this story would not exist. To my friends, my family, my readers, you’ve done more for me than I can explain. To my little thief, you know what you did.

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The Outward Path

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P.S. Hoffman

Captain Sanesh lowered his head, clasped his hands together, and tried to remember the last time he’d seen any captain sit, cross-legged, on the cold, metal floor. His knees were a respectful distance from the bodybag. Martin had placed strips of fabric around the room, and each was painted with symbols that Sanesh had seen tattooed on Martin’s skin, and printed in Martin’s books. Tall, black sticks ringed the bodybag, like miniature obelisks, exhaling smoke toward the ceiling. A tingling sensation played under his skin.

On the other side of the bodybag, Martin sat cross-legged with his robes spread across his lap. Arms outstretched, hands held over two of the black, smoking sticks, Martin nodded as if