Издания и произведения

He's bronze. Grouchy. Mine. That is, if we don't die a horrible death first. Working on the fringes of space wasn't exactly how I pictured my life, but it paid the bills. My days were routine. Safe even. Until they weren't. When I'm rudely awakened because an incoming ship won't answer our comms, the last thing I expect to find is a race of aliens long assumed extinct. No one's seen the Illusians for over a century, and yet here they are. Bruised. Battered. And threatening to kick my butt. I broke the rules and let them in. So sue me. You'd have done the same thing if you'd seen their smoking hot leader. They're vicious,…