The Osiris Invasion
By Anne Spackman
Copyright 2012 by Anne Spackman
Vous etes empereur, seigneur, et vous pleurez! You are emperor, sire, and you weep?
Like many unattainable things, the stars are most beautiful when seen from a distance. He had seen his share of them. There was never any end to the unchanging stars. No night, no day. No matter how far he traveled among them, his position seemed to be frozen in space. There was no escape.