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  Title Page

  Ghost Light Burn (The Maverick Heart Cycle, #4)

  STEPHEN GRAHAM KING

  For my dear friend, Suzanne North, | And my beloved sister, Sue Brooks. | Now departed. | This ghost light burns for them.

  Chapter One | Galactum Year 151.5

  Chapter Two | Galactum Year 152

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  STEPHEN GRAHAM KING

  This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to any events, institutions, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and unintentional.

  GHOST LIGHT BURN ©2022 by Stephen Graham King. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations in critical articles and reviews. For more information, contact Renaissance Press. First edition.

  Cover art and design by Nathan Frechette. Interior design by Nabiha Rasool. Edited by Joel Balkovec, Lorenzo Carrara, Isabelle Shi, and Jenna Low.

  Legal deposit, Library and Archives Canada, October 2021.

  Paperback ISBN: 978-1-990086-22-9

  Ebook ISBN: 978-1-990086-16-8

  Renaissance Press - pressesrenaissancepress.ca Printed in Gatineau

  We acknowledge the support of the Canada Council for the Arts.

  For my dear friend, Suzanne North,

  And my beloved sister, Sue Brooks.

  Now departed.

  This ghost light burns for them.

  Chapter One

  Galactum Year 151.5

  The theatre dropped out of interspace at the edge of the strange, near empty solar system, far enough from the fading star, but near enough to make it a short trip to the binary planets that would host the company’s next engagement.

  The splash of their transition from the hyper-acceleration of interspace to normal space flooded the area with an instant of light and colour, gone almost before it could be registered, and the theatre now powered its normal space drive field for the journey insystem.

  Ordinarily, this final leg of the journey would have been routine, nothing of note. As the crew piloted the ship in, the cast would have been in rehearsal for the roster of shows that would rotate through their time here in this remote system. But this was no ordinary planetfall. The company manager had noted the shiver of excitement that had gone through the company as the ship’s AI announced their imminent arrival. A rare half-day of rehearsal had been called, as the ship approached its destination. Even some of the more seasoned members of the company, those who had been with the ship through years of these interstellar engagements and were usually so blasé about planetfalls, seemed to be keyed up, on an edge of excitement for this particular leg of their trip. While this was a standard half-year repertory contract to perform for the locals, this was no ordinary planetary system. In fact, there were no other systems anywhere in the Galactum like it. And that made for a spectacular view. A view not lost on the company’s newest member. Even the names of the binary planets that were the only bodies in the system seemed a good omen to her: Sound and Fury. It had made her smile thinking of it, her long-ago theatre history education rising up in her memory.

  Definitely a good omen.

  She’d not been in rehearsal that afternoon, so it had been easy to snag one of the seats along the outer edge of the lounge, which would be street-level frontage once the theatre ship settled into the berth that would be their home for the next six months.

  And the sight had indeed been spectacular.

  The view of the planetary system had been breathtaking. Massive, broken Fury dominated the viewport, a swollen crescent, almost a quarter of its mass now a tumbling, shattered debris field, barely held in by the planet’s gravitational pull. The giant planet performed its slow, catastrophic dance, losing cohesion a little bit more each second. Though her human eyes were too imprecise to register it, she knew, from the research information the company manager had provided, how the mining company had dispersed gravitic generators through the debris field to hold it steady as they mined the massive chunks of rubble for volatiles, heavy metals, and any construction-grade materials that could be put to use in the Galactum-wide Gate Project.

  Farther out, tiny, barely habitable Sound held the headquarters of the mining consortium that slowly picked away at the corpse of the giant, dead planet.

  The thought of the massive stable wormhole project only pricked at her memory a little, a wound healed, but with a scar still tender to the touch. She could forget it was there if she didn’t prod at it. If she just let it rest. The memories hurt much less now, with the passage of time, after joining the company and diving headfirst into rehearsals for all of the plays in their repertory cycle. There had been no time to feel, or wallow.

  To feel the weight of all that had happened. When it all crashed down on her, she’d gotten on the first flight on the departure list, without even checking where it was going. She’d fled from her best friend, unable to even look him in the eye, too ashamed of what she’d seen inside herself. During that first flight, she’d had to apply for Baseline, the minimum subsistence income guaranteed to all Galactum citizens. All that she had accumulated during her former life had been left behind. Not that it bothered her. In her mind, it was as tainted as the life that had generated it now was. At least she wasn’t a fugitive anymore, her record expunged.

  That first flight had led to another, and then another, until she had ended up on Hub, figuring the most populous world in the Pan Galactum was a good place to lose herself for a while, as she figured out how it had all gone so terribly wrong. Not that it was hard to figure out. She’d gotten too complacent in the hazy morality, too greedy for the life she’d been leading. What had been a lark had turned into something much darker, much more dangerous.

  So, she had found herself in a cheap capsule hotel, in a space not much bigger than the bed where she slept. During the days, she had wandered the streets, looking for... something. Some opportunity. Some opening, some door that was just waiting for her to walk through.

  It didn’t take long to realize that Hub had been a mistake. There were too many people, too much of everything on the capitol world. She’d needed quiet, solitude. She’d needed to be far away from anything that represented her old life. But when she had checked her balance to see where she could afford to go, she had seen far more than she had expected, guaranteeing her safe travel pretty much wherever she wanted to go. The string of digits had frightened her, caused her throat to close in panic, reminding her of all that she was trying to escape. As she’d fought down the feeling, her node had pinged her that she had a message. It had been from him.

  “I know you didn’t want me to help you out, but please take this. I know you need space. This will let you have as much as you need.”

  Hearing his voice had made her heart ache. She had sat there in that completely generic hotel room for a long time, trying to decide what to do. In the end, she had kept the money, even though it somehow made her feel both safer and even more compromised. She had ordered herself a good meal, the first since her journey h
ad started, and logged into Know-It-All to try and come up with some sort of plan of action. The one thing that she did hold onto from the life she’d left was her instinct for self-preservation. While she needed to escape, she knew it would be too easy to fall through the cracks, and she couldn’t work through things if that happened.

  In that cheap hotel, she realized how much she wanted to be in the theatre again. Their adventures had taken her increasingly away from that, and she had spent much of her time talking herself out of her need for that outlet. She realized she was now free to go back to it again. It didn’t take long to figure out that she could combine her desire to act again and her desire to get lost in the crowd once again. Hours of searching had led her to what had seemed like the perfect opportunity, far from her old life. Far from the memories.

  The Odeon Rising was a midsized touring theatre ship with a good reputation, about to embark for Sound and Fury. The consortium in charge of the mining operations there had, with the support of the Galactum Arts Forum, booked the company for a six-month stay to entertain the thousands of employees and executives involved in one of the largest-scale mining operations in recorded history. One of the actors had dropped out due to illness and the company needed to fill the opening immediately. They had needed her. And she had needed the opportunity.

  The theatre ship had departed the day after she signed the contract. She’d been thrown into the deep end immediately with three completely different roles she had needed to learn within a week of her first performances. It had terrified her and thrilled her at the same time, exhausting her with its demands. But she had risen to the challenge

  and been welcomed into the company.

  The work had been the emotional balm she had needed. Digging into the text, working to find the character in the words, and in the other actors’ interpretations as well. Finding herself in the characters — and the characters in herself — especially when there were no capers that could go wrong, no lives hanging on her line readings or the way she walked across the stage. Getting back to her roots had liberated the part of her she had missed, let her reconnect with her own history. It had finally quieted the ghosts.

  And now, here she was, here they all were, in the shadow of this shattered world she could never have even dreamed existed. She refilled her cup from the still-hot teapot on the table in front of her and settled back into her seat, concentrating on the rich play of colours outside the ship. The combination of the gravitic energy holding the debris field together and the outgassing from the mining activities blended together into a light show that was dazzling in the range of colours. Suura had said it looked like a bruise, but she thought that lacked imagination.

  For her, the deep blues and purples had the deep, rich hues of gemstones, saturated to the point of lusciousness. The same with the carmine and scarlet flame of the reds; the emerald and jade greens, the golden yellows. The array of colours seemed too rich to be real, impossible like something out of a sensie or a heightened work of art. She felt she could lose herself in those colours. She couldn’t help but wonder what it would all look like from the surface of Sound.

  As if responding to its cue to enter, Sound became visible as it transited the glowing colours of its much more dominant sibling. The tiny, scorched world was dull and plain, the ochres and browns of its surface dreary in comparison. She could tell when their course altered to bring them closer to the small world that would be hosting their upcoming engagement. As the theatre ship changed its heading, Sound centered in the huge window before her, a pale, bleached eye that watched their approach.

  This shouldn’t be this fascinating, she thought.

  She hadn’t travelled between worlds much, but even to her, it was a fact of life that humans travelled between planets with relative ease. This was different, though. This was the beginning of their engagement, the anticipation before a new set of opening nights, the last-minute preparation and adjustments as the season of shows kicked off. And it would be here in the shadow of this dead world, this victim of some long-ago, world-shattering catastrophe.

  She knew that even the set designers were inspired by this place, eager to find some way to incorporate the image of Fury into their designs somehow. She smiled as she remembered the sight of the design team hunched over a table in the common area, hashing out and discarding idea after idea.

  Sound’s surface, the bleached colour of dust and sand, grew ever closer, until she felt the first tug of the small planet’s thin atmosphere rattling against the hull. Her hands tightened on the arms of the chair. The theatre ship descended into the thin atmosphere, its drive fields reshaping to protect it from the heat of reentry. The hellish friction of the atmosphere burned and danced across the protective shell of energy, obscuring the view from the theatre’s lobby lounge, where more of the cast and crew had gathered to watch their arrival into the rare strangeness of this planetary system. Finally, the temperature in that zone where the atmosphere collided with the drive fields cooled enough that she was able to see again, though the view was nothing special, only baked, bleached sand and dirt in all directions.

  Then she saw the city — if you could call it a city — in the distance, the protective dome maintaining comfort in the thin, sweltering atmosphere of the tiny planetoid. Even from a distance, she could feel the prefabricated, sheer corporateness of it. Rows of towers clustered in the midst of vast landing fields lined with what she knew from the company’s briefing were rows and rows of the mining vessels that serviced the ravenous operations in the space between the two planets.

  She couldn’t see it from here, but she knew there was an entertainment district tucked in amongst the processing centres, the administration towers, all of the infrastructure required for an operation of this size. What was it the hardcore spacers called it? The Grift. The name made her smile. So evocative. A name vivid in its hints of sin and depravity, when, surprisingly, the area was often the most ethically run part of any city. Not to mention, a hell of a lot of fun. And any company that wanted to keep running smoothly had to realize that keeping a large workforce entertained in their off-hours was key to keeping productivity maximized. Even as the theatre ship descended ever closer, the city didn’t look any more promising, but she told herself that she and the company were there to work, and their performance schedule was a demanding one for the time they were here. Still, she was a bit skeptical about what she could do to amuse herself in her off-hours. Still, she’d reviewed the list of entertainment services available already and it had seemed like there might be enough to fill her leisure time. Besides, she always had

  Know-It-All.

  Finally, the theatre’s new berth, their home for the next half-year, came into view. A tract of land had been cleared between the two opposing landing fields, half-way around the semi-circle of the dome’s arc. Through the theatre’s hull, she felt the drive field adjusting, re-shaping itself in final preparation for landing. She saw the dome rising to meet them, a section emitting a soft glow, and knew from the captain’s briefing that it meant that the dome was preparing to extrude itself around the theatre and integrate it into the city itself, turning them into just another fixture in the entertainment district.

  Her heartbeat sped up, racing just a little at the thought of new audiences, new responses. Of finally getting to perform the slate of plays that they had worked so hard to prepare. Her excitement grew at the thought of how their performances would adapt to the new, unexpected places where people might laugh or respond in ways they couldn’t have anticipated. How they would all work to adapt and grow into the performances.

  This. This is just what I needed, she thought, just as the theatre settled into its berth. She took in a deep breath, ‘down into her back pockets’ as her old acting teacher used to say, and calm flowed through her. But the moment of peace ended up being short-lived as she heard the voice of one of her co-stars over her shoulder.

  “Hey, Malika, do you mind running lines with me?” Linnett said.
“I’m still having trouble with scene three.”

  “Of course,” she said, standing. Back to work.

  Chapter Two

  Galactum Year 152

  The Maverick Heart tumbled out of interspace with a gut-wrenching lurch, the ship’s inertia bleeding off in a bilious plume of yellow-green energy along es previous trajectory.

  Vrick felt emself continue along es programmed heading, the sudden deceleration still dispersing as ey struggled to hold es hull together. Nauseating agony coursed along es underside, and ey identified the source as radiating from the inertial nullification baffles along the main drive assembly. Damping down the pain response, ey set up an alert to notify em of further damage without the searing ripple across es consciousness.

  Es mind now clear, ey could truly assess the situation rationally. Or as rationally as any sentient being could after such a sudden brush with destruction. Sparing two seconds, ey ran full systems diagnostics just to ensure that ey was not on the verge of blowing apart.

  Turning es attention inwards, in the blink of a human eye, ey saw that es internal crash fields had properly engaged, solidifying the air around es human friends, and keeping them from being smeared into paste on es interior walls.

  And that is just hell to get out of the upholstery, ey thought wryly.

  As it was, all three were currently suspended, as flies in invisible amber, waiting for release.

  In the next fraction of a second, ey turned es attention to the monitor systems that allowed em to track the medical data on es crewmates through the knowledge nodes implanted in their skulls. Reams of biodata streamed across es senses, and relief flooded through em. All three were alive, and in no imminent danger of death. All the expected neurotransmitters and hormone compounds that one would expect from a recent brush with immolation were there, and there were spikes of pain coming from Keene’s shoulder, but they didn’t seem to be life- threatening. A thought from Vrick checked the auto-doc and cycled it up into readiness to deal with Keene’s injury.