A Graveyard in the Sky: A Space Magitech Western Short Novel
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A pirate corvette. A spaceship graveyard. And the Warded Gunslinger, out for blood!
I put down the drill, running my fingertip over the ward engraved in the thick slab of spaceship armor plate, feeling for any uneven parts.
I take my work seriously. It’s what keeps me alive.
Jake – the Warded Gunslinger – has a broken ship, an extremely valuable pet void dragon hatchling sleeping in his cabin, and the hope of running away to live quietly with them both.
But with an unidentified, heavily armed corvette on his trail, a new one heading to cut him off, and an engine that explodes mid-flight, it looks like “live quietly” means “go hide.”
Problem is, there’s not much to hide behind in space…
A Graveyard in the Sky is a short novel of guns and magic in a distant future, where dragons are real, warp-stone ships roam the galaxy, and sometimes, the only thing to hide behind is the corpse of your enemy. It’s got cowboys and privateers, found family, true companions, and magitech in a sprawling space opera.
A Graveyard in the Sky is the second standalone novel in the Warded Gunslinger series. Get it now!
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A Graveyard in the Sky - Filip Wiltgren
A Graveyard in the Sky
A Warded Gunslinger Short Novel
Filip Wiltgren
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A Graveyard in the Sky by Filip Wiltgren
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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Chapter 1
Iput down the drill, the tiny, high-speed engraving head gouging a slim white line in my workbench. I didn’t mind. The black polymer top was already scarred with dozens of such lines. I ran my fingertip over the curve engraved in the thick slab of steel spaceship armor plate, feeling for any rough edges.
I take my work seriously. It’s what keeps me alive.
The ward engraved in the armor plate felt solid, the edges sharp, the middle smooth. I relaxed my mind, sensing the flow of magic around me, then conjured a thread of force from the void through which the Bucket was traveling.
It came – a tingly, cold, brittle, scraping along my mind – and I fed it into the plate. The ward shimmered a faint blueish green, then faded into the gray of simple nano-layered steel as the thread dissipated.
The ward didn’t imbue. Didn’t shatter, either.
Good enough. I’d imbue it tomorrow, when I wasn’t so tired and my mind wasn’t so foggy.
I forced myself away from the table. I had a lot of work to do if I wanted to keep living and breathing. Having half the sector’s bounty hunters and Syndicate crime bosses after you, and the Federals as well, is quite the motivation.
Not that I didn’t deserve it. In my previous life, if I’d heard that some Jake Nobody was flying around in a half-derelict spaceship with a live void wyrm hatchling sleeping in a dog basket in the cabin, I’d have chased me, too.
The hatchling snuffled, as if he’d heard my thoughts. Which wasn’t impossible. Then again, nothing is impossible when you don’t know the rules. And as far as I could tell, aided by the admittedly poor encyclopedia in the Bucket’s memory banks, I was the first human to be the guardian of a wyrm hatchling.
What I’d figured out was that he slept for weeks on end, ate ridiculous amounts of protein, and liked to stick close to me. Which I liked, too. Warding was less lonely with the hatchling around. Even magic felt different, the threads of force I conjured from the void warmer. Or maybe that was the wishful thinking of an addled mind. Either way, he was fairly small, for a void wyrm – the size of a very large dog, a scaly, black lump curled up in the corner of my cabin.
The cabin also contained my bunk, my leisure station, my sonic shower, and my workbench. Which said pretty much everything one needed to know about the Bucket, the wisdom of my career choices, and what I thought of safety inspections.
Well, maybe not the last part. I’m big on gun safety. Especially when I’m on the receiving end.
The hatchling snuffled again – a deep, wet sound. This time, I sniffed, too. There was something strange in the air.
The Bucket usually smells like the freight hauler she is: polished steel, conducting polymers, ozone, and that weird, vibrating, slightly hot-and-greasy vibe the warpstone engines give off.
This was different. This smelled burnt.
Smoke.
I jumped from the bench, grabbing the fire extinguisher and slapping the door opener at the same time. There was a slight haze in the main corridor, muting the light from the dual strips in the ceiling. The air was all cloying and sticky, like pulverized sweets.
I jogged toward the mess, which was a room half the size of my captain’s cabin. It was painted a soothing pastel green. Or rather, it had been painted a soothing pastel green, at the start of this voyage.
I keyed the door open and lifted the fire extinguisher, letting loose a short fwoosh of foam through the widening gap.
Crudmunching voidsucker!
Hao yelled from inside.
She was two heads taller than me, and broader in the shoulders to boot, having been born and raised on a high-gravity world. My mechanic, co-pilot, and crew, but definitely not cook. The soot streaks staining the no-longer-pale-green walls were ample evidence of that.
Didn’t I tell you to leave the stove alone?
I said.
Hao grunted, wiping foam from her bushy eyebrows.
Got tired of eating reheated cans of Jackson preserves,
she said.
So you decided to burn down my ship.
That got me a glare.
Well, captain,
she said, with a navy emphasis on the cap in captain, I can’t learn to cook unless I try. And you can’t blame a girl for trying.
No, but I can blame you,
I said. You are to leave the kitchen to someone who doesn’t burn it down. You should have called me.
Glare. Shrug. Annoyed quirking of one bushy eyebrow.
Didn’t you have important work to do?
she said. Like trying to make sure our rear won’t be shot off the moment we turn down the engines?
I had to give her that. Warding those armor plates would keep us from getting killed. Letting Hao cook would only poison us, and possibly burn us. Priorities.
That big bastard still on our tail?
I asked.
A good half-parsec away,
Hao said. We wouldn’t even see him if your sensors weren’t so crudmunching good.
I noticed that she still said your about anything having to do with the Bucket. I had hoped she’d settle in, and start seeing herself as crew, and