Barbeque by Michael S. Roberts A slightly different Brooklyn. . . “Eileen! Guess what!” Bertie threw his hat and jacket on the coatrack, dropped his briefcase on the coffee table. He pulled the screen door shut so it would latch. … Continue reading →
Sword of Saladin by Michael S. Roberts House Del Sol battlecruiser Himalaya. Somewhere out there . . . “Captain on the bridge!” “As you were. Report.” Lady Eyla Melana dropped into Himalaya’s command chair, threw one leg casually over the … Continue reading →
Neither Big Nor Easy by Michael S. Roberts Riverside wharves, No-cops Zone, New Orleans, August 2040. As soon as I saw the two cybered-up Jamaicans round the corner, I knew there would be another fight. Probably they were just dropping … Continue reading →
