Even though the last week has been rather chaotic, I have a new short story available.
It’s the first science fiction story published under the Pegasus Pulp imprint and represents my take on a genre trope I really can’t stand, namely the sweet and sappy space whale story. So while my story features a space whale, this one is anything but sweet and sappy and in need of rescuing.
So, without further ado, I present you: Whaler
The premature explosion of a rocket harpoon fatally damages the spaceship Starbuck III, a whaling vessel dedicated to hunting the giant space whales Balaenoptera Tregannae. But was the explosion an accident or sabotage?
One of the few survivors is Billy Baddoff, crewman second class. Only the luck of a low cabin number saved him from certain death in the vacuum of space.
Hunting space whales is highly controversial, even though the giant beasts show no signs of intelligence and endanger human space colonies with their relentless appetite for rocks. But though he considers the creatures dangerous pests, Billy had no political motive for signing on aboard the Starbuck III. He only needed a job. Though having his ship blown up underneath him may just harden Billy’s views, provided he makes it off the rapidly failing vessel first…
For more information, see the dedicated Whaler page.