I bit down on a rib, crunching it between my teeth and savoring the tangy flavor. Killing one without getting any scratches that might give me away was a challenge, but I’d managed it. The security bots mostly ignored them, since they were nocturnal and good little orphans weren’t supposed to be out of their beds at night anyway. They had long limbs for jumping from tree to tree, and big hooked claws for catching things. I usually hunted zangos, a kind of vicious furry predator that hunted monkeys in the forest canopy. I would have felt bad about eating a squirrel, and monkeys would be too weird. So every now and then I’d sneak out to indulge my hunting instincts, and catch a little extra food with my own hands. The matrons didn’t mean to starve anyone, but the house bots had never been programmed with a metabolism like mine in mind. But sometimes my cravings got too strong to ignore, especially when I was going through a growth spurt. I was supposed to be asleep in bed, of course. I smiled, and tore another bite out of the zango I’d caught in my little pre-dawn hunting expedition. Today I could see an especially pretty solar prominence, a ghostly streamer of hot gas rising so high it looked like it might escape the sun entirely. Having a giant ball of nuclear fire hanging in the sky was just too cool for words, and there was always something interesting going on up there. My roommate, Dika, told me the other kids just saw a bright glare when they looked into the sun. As Felicity’s sun cleared the horizon I looked up into the warm yellow glow with the contentment that comes only from the prospect of a full belly.
I greeted the dawn from a perch high atop the tallest housetree in the complex, happily enjoying the fruits of my latest hunt. E.My last day at the Benevolent Goddess orphanage started out full of promise. Learn more about Nathan Lowell and his works at He started publishing in 2007 and has no intention of stopping any time soon. Nathan Lowell has been writing science fiction and fantasy most of his life. I’m looking forward to the sequel but in the meantime, why not grab a sample and see what you think? Sure, there are some tropes in here that I think get overdone, but Brown executes them with aplomb. Like wondering if she’s actually alive to begin with. Like staying alive in a universe that appears to want her dead. She’s just more concerned with other things. Not that she’s an unreliable narrator or anything. She’s got a secret and a careful reader will know what it is long before Alice does.
Clearly Alice Long is not your average orphan. Her magenta handgun and the “what ever” expression made me snort.īrown did a great job with the hook on this one. Somebody on my Facebook group recommended this book a few weeks ago and I grabbed it.
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