The Conqueror’s Witch – 10: The Eight of Cups – Indolence

Jazmynde’s ship, white and gleaming, arced its way to Titan. Behind it, there was the crescent of Saturn with a straight sliver of ring bisecting the horizon.

Jazmynde finished reading her reports – a general information dump gathered from general broadcasts across the system. It was signal noise from every campus in her range, some of the waves being so dim that she had to account for the stretched wavelengths reaching her. It was hard separating the wheat from the chaff in all of that radio pollution, especially with the broadcast hiss coming from the Jovian planets.

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The Conqueror’s Witch – 9: The Magus – Part Three

The suite was smaller than the one Jazmynde assigned Mara. The lights were a dim amber, the color of a setting sun. Mara sat cross-legged on the floor, back resting on a couch. She was dressed in a “fat suit” – a weighted, full-bodied, white unitard that helped people acclimate to lighter gravity environments.  Two comfortable chairs flanked her.

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The Conqueror’s Witch – 8: The Magus – Part Two

Iaian walked through the doorway into Jazmynde’s office and she nearly lept up and throttled him.

A dream,’ she thought. ‘I am here for answers, not wish-fulfillment.‘ That was the problem with lucid dreaming: it could too easily veer away into mayhem. The trick in controlling a dream memory is by not controlling it. Jazmynde remembered her teacher telling her, ‘inhabit the dream, don’t master it.

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