One morning in Tycho City

“Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”

-Roald Dahl

The Cook

It started with a deep bass rumble. Hunder had experienced it a thousand times and he reacted quickly. Moving the pan of bubbling brown stuff away from the edge of the counter. As the rumble increased the cheap metal cutlery in the rack started to clatter. Joined quickly by the random assortment of ancient coffee mugs on the overhead shelf as they clinked together excitedly. As the noise grew it temporarily drowned out the machine gun chatter of the rain bouncing against the thin tin of the diner’s lean-to roof. The light dimmed as the ancient pan-orbital tug passed over…

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The Cop

‘Yes, I’ll continue to hold,’ sighed Inspector LeGaddt stretching his forehead with thumb and index finger and closing his eyes tightly. It had been a long night. The pursuit had gone into the small hours of the morning before the perp had given them the slip in the market area. LeGaddt was well out of his jurisdiction but an aggressive attitude towards an unsuspecting local constable had ensured he’d received the aid he needed before anyone had asked any questions. Currently, twenty or so constables from the local watch were sifting through the crowds of the Quad market. LeGaddt had…

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The Entrepreneurs

‘I don’t think this is a good idea,’ said Keeden. ‘You never think anything’s a good idea,’ replied Abaka. He watched, mezmerized, as Dade dropped his head to an inch above the table top. Eyes level with the rim of the coffee cup as he slowly rotated it. Microscopically he inspected the rim of the mug for signs of foreign bodies. Dade was one of life’s fussy consumers. ‘And I’m usually right,’ replied Keeden. ‘ What’s up with you this time?’ ‘Oh, I don’t know, Dade! I don’t know what’s up with me! Maybe it’s cuz you took twenty minutes…

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