Status Updates From An Alien Prince for Decembe...

I may be a prince, but I’m not his judge and jury. That’s not my place.

they’d been lucky to land on a planet at all. After his many years of traveling among the stars, he knew firsthand how empty space could be. They were fortunate not to be drifting alone in deep space with no hope of rescue.

He didn’t bother with creating a vast pile like before, which had disappeared throughout the night, likely from scavengers thankful for the free buffet his work had awarded them.

The portable firestick burned off flammable gasses from the air. It would provide plenty of heat on its own for whatever they found to cook.

“Don’t worry. It doesn’t take a DNA sample. Lord Krissayr is less interested in knowing who you are than where you are in case he needs to find you and kill you.”

he’s outlaw so he can perform heinous acts against your people without his government facing consequences. If they say he’s acting on his own, he’s able to do what they can’t. They just give him firepower. Then he gets paid twice for one job: once by his gov’t to destroy yours, and again when he sells only human female this side of universe, brought to Nine Realms by deceased Prince Ja’rynn.

“You didn’t kill me.”

“Of course not.”

“But you’re an assassin, aren’t you? Don’t you kill people for money?”

“not only did no one pay me to kill you since everyone thinks you’re already dead, but I don’t go around killing people for no reason, not even stuck-up princes. It’s bad for business.”

How had these humans ever managed to become the dominant species on their planet? They seemed so defenseless.

Already, he felt protective of her. She belonged to him. Not like slaves taken by the Kleotrians, but like something to be guarded, treasured. He wanted to claim her as his own.

She’s the one who cried out to the galaxy. It is only fitting that she be the first to hear our answer.

It might be cold, but it’s still the desert there in Utah.