The Lies We Know: Inklet, #56

By Liana Brooks

Moira's platoon died taking over the Kanfir ships that threaten home. But Moira? Stuck on the last ship. The one headed for the sun.

She needs to reroute it—and fast—but the ship only takes orders from a senior line officer. And the only one of those available? Currently in stasis in the medical ward. You know. The one with the gaping hole opening up to vacuum.

A light-hearted story for all those who dream of being swept away to the stars.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Inkprint Press
• Release date: Apr 15, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393049081

Liana Brooks

Liana Brooks once read the book GOOD OMENS by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett and noted that both their biographies invited readers to send money (or banana daiquiris). That seems to have worked well for them. Liana prefers strawberry daiquiris (virgin!) and will never say no to large amounts of cash in unmarked bills. Her books are sweet and humorous with just enough edge to keep you reading past your bedtime. Liana was born in San Diego and in addition to there has lived in Illinois, Colorado, Florida, Texas, Alabama, Georgia, South Carolina, and Kansas. We'd like to tell you where she is right now, but last we checked she was researching books on both Alaska and Africa. Not only are the bookstore algorithms breaking trying to track this lady, but we can't tell you where to mail that daiquiri. Your best bet is to try Twitter where you can often find @LianaBrooks talking about her four kids, her giant dog, and plans for world domination.

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The Lies We Know

INKLET #56

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Liana Brooks

www.InkprintPress.com

The Lies We Know

Remember, you’re all going to die eventually. Might as well make it worthwhile.

As pep talks went, the commander’s was down with the likes of ‘Let’s all get killed!’, but he seemed convinced he had a point. The problem was, he didn’t. I knew he was wrong. My whole life had proved him wrong.

Most people died eventually. But life is all about probability and statistics. There are no absolutes. Even death, a penultimate absolute that claims 99.999999% of the population, isn’t truly an absolute. There’s always that .000001%. Me.

Everyone clamped their helmets tight shut against the vacuum of space. We were going into battle against overwhelming odds and we needed to make them underwhelming odds before the Kanfir ships reached the jump for the Euon Ri system.

Thirty-seven hours later, I was the only survivor, and the captured Kanfir flag ship was arguing with me.

I cannot obey that order.

Kendla sentient ship! I don’t care what you think you can or cannot do, change course before we hit the sun!

I cannot obey that order. A senior line officer must enter the course change into the log book.

I banged my head on the soft,