The Howling Phoenix
an excerpt

The stars were the only thing giving her light in her ships cabin. She had decided to switch off the lights and just drift. Drift, that is something she had done been able to do for years. The Champion's Horn was her's again. And she loved it.

So she relaxed at the controls, watching the sky. Black. Silent. Beautiful. How she had missed it.

How long had it been since she had been able to even fly off world, much less in her own ship? She could not remember. It did not matter now. And it was worth all it took to get this freedom back, too. She would of done anything to get her hands back on those chrome controls, and she almost had to.

Was it worth that loss? Yes. Was she sure? Yes. If for no other reason, but for the greater good. Sometimes she had to keep reminding herself that.