by Mary E. Lowd
Epsilon jumping through space made Yvette feel like the universe was doing gymnastic flips around her, while she held her own mouse body perfectly still. It was like the inverse of doing gymnastics herself, and it gave her such a sense of stillness and peace. She couldn’t tell if she loved the sensation… or if it just felt normal, like the way the universe was always supposed to be, but refused to be until she’d found her way onto this madhouse of a spaceship.
Each time they jumped, Yvette craved the sensation more. Perhaps her true home was up here, among the stars.
Continue on to Chapter 21…