BuddyRead Transcript: Dungeon Crawler Carl Book 7: This Inevitable Ruin

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Comments I wrote during a buddy read of THIS INEVITABLE RUIN

Page 12 – And I thought Carl’s Doomsday Scenario, stored in his inventory, was a big, bad boom. These idiots went and made CARL!!! the bomb. (He was always “the bomb”, but now, for real, for real.)

Page 24 – Crawler count 32,429 … down from 8 billion people. The countdown toward extinction continues.

Page 106 – The All-Tree roots connecting to everything. Could be useful…what can Carl do with that?

Page 189 – One of the others on the Buddy Read: “Sooooo tedious. I’m not into war strategies.”

My response: ”I’m trusting Carl to blow something up really, really big by the end.”

Page 210 – “He was real. A real life snuffed away.”
Every time I see something like that, I see red. Like, what is the entire planet of Earth humans (and dolphins and other sentient creatures)????
(And this, boys and girls, is why you never should dehumanize anyone. You can consider them monsters, but they are human monsters. They are always real.)

Page 233 – “Welcome to the party, pals.”
Sooooo, that happened.

Page 318 – “WARLORD CARL: Unleash, Tina!”
Go-go tutu little-big girl. Sparkle the world!

Page 347 – Another person on the Buddy Read: “This may be my least favorite book so far.”

My response: “Yeah, I’m here for the characters more than the strategy…but this level has long been promised, so I just got to get through it.”

Page 400 – A question from the Buddy Read: “What is with the metaphor the AI just used?? Also wtf does he mean he had a family?”

My response: “I think the other AIs from previous crawls can communicate, and that would be his family. As for the metaphor – seems like two people are giving the AI advice, one is Agatha (she is sharing the Residual stuff with him – I don’t know if her ex- is a previous AI, or maybe a full primal?)…and the other? Hmm, who does Agatha hate – would it be the other part of the residual community or something else. Likely something else if the “old boyfriend” and the “other woman” are from the same “community”. I don’t know…yet. Well, we all have our limitations.”

Page 424 – “Warning: Scolopendra Stirs.”
Does it also cook and bake?

Page 495 – “I promised I wouldn’t poke at those outside the original primary zone without a good reason.”
Who did the AI promise? Was it Orren, who wanted to make sure all the previous agreements are still in place. Was it his family, the other AIs? Was it a promise he made himself, to not get hurt by the edges of his programming to keep him in check (everyone has their limitations)?

Page 589 – “DONUT: SAY THE WORD, AND DEATH WILL RAIN IN MY NAME.”

Do you remember this cuteness from Book 2 “Carl’s Doomsday Scenario” (see below)? I thought it was just a delightful joke and a bit overdone by the programmed bad guys. Little did I know Matt’s plan.

“…now this great deceiver, this devourer of all that is holy, has a name. She is Donut the Oak Fell. The Death upon Us All. She Who Ends.”

Page 651 – Action item three: “During the Peeling phase, revert to the rules of the original Faction Wars. Warlords and all soldiers of the defeated team should automatically die if they lose during the peeling phase.”

Wow, isn’t that going to change things a bit. Does anyone else have emergency action items left to revert this? I don’t think so. Can’t remember, but I don’t think so.

Dang…just dang. And with the “die for real” in place on top of the “die in game”, all the outworlders who had been holding back, hoping to survive this by not being in the front lines, are going to go ballistic. And the changelings…could they just replace the people on the crawler team as they die? Not kill them, just replacement. Although, they do tend to be more proactive than that.

This is going to be a blood bath.

Page 695 – I hope whoever Samantha is, her real self is as unhinged as her present one.

Page 718 – From the Buddy Read: Somehow I thought Ferdinand was a chonky boy 😅 I just read he’s skinny? *sigh. remodeling mental image*

My Response: Whatever he is, he is an orange cat.

Page 719 – 120,000 children??? There are less than 32,429 crawlers left (how many started the book). That isn’t a glitch, that is a hostage situation.

Page 744 – Called it, The Oak Fell.

Page 753 – Well that battle scene is vividly gory even by Matt standards. Do I even want to know how he is going to outdo this in book 8?

Page 754- The Lorena B. (abbreviated for spoilers) achievement. LOL.

Page 771 – He still has the bucket of glitter, and I still want a glitter bomb made.
That particular Chekhov’ s gun had better get used at some point. I’m just saying!
P.S. And it will need to involve Tina’s magical wand.

Page 791 – “We all have our limitations.”

Page 810 – “Reward: Toasty Food” – Oh, that is a quest I am going to fulfill. I love me toasty food…starting with s’mores, then grilled cheese, and other sandwiches, savory toasted cheese, …the list goes on.

Page 821 – Crawler Count: 20,221
Wow, that is amazing for the end of 9th level.

Page 823 – He.let.the.ring.go.
HE LET THE RING GO!!!!!!!
I didn’t think he could/would do that. I thought the claw was in too deep.

Page 830 – Suspect everyone.
Oh no, is Jamal a changeling?
No, they can’t do that with a tattoo, can they? Hmm.
On the other hand, imagine some poor changeling assigned to recreate Jamal.

Page 840 – Go Katia, save the children!!!!
The stakes just got raised impossibly high…

Page 845 – FOR YORK (he needed poetry)
Death doesn’t count.
Unnumbered children in orbit
and on the ground.
Death doesn’t count.
Crawlers, all numbered, providing
entertainment televised.
Death doesn’t count.
AIs, gods, CEOs, and pets,
gathered in the black embrace.
Death doesn’t count.
The breath of atoms and
the planets holding life.

Page 859 – (Last page, last paragraph, “normal” section, hardback edition)
Oh. That’s not good. Not good at all.
That is outside the sphere of influence.

Page 870 – (Last page of Backstage at the Pineapple…)
Oh, that is going to get messy too.
(The mimics going a level down.)

Series of Transcripts for Dungeon Crawler Carl

  1. Book Review (SERIES): Dungeon Crawler Carl Books 1-3 (12/16/2025)
  2. BuddyRead Transcript: Dungeon Crawler Carl Book 1 (12/17/2025)
  3. BuddyRead Transcript: Dungeon Crawler Carl Book 2 (12/19/2025)
  4. BuddyRead Transcript: Dungeon Crawler Carl Book 3 (12/20/2025)
  5. Book Review (SERIES): Dungeon Crawler Carl Books 4-6 (2/17/2026)
  6. BuddyRead Transcript: Dungeon Crawler Carl Book 4 (2/18/2026)
  7. BuddyRead Transcript: Dungeon Crawler Carl Book 5 (2/20/2026)
  8. BuddyRead Transcript: Dungeon Crawler Carl Book 6 (2/21/2026)
  9. BuddyRead Transcript: Dungeon Crawler Carl Book 7 (7/25/2026)

Book Review: Auntie Heroes

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Auntie Heroes (Raconteur Press Anthologies Book 74)

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They’ve been overlooked, underestimated, and politely sidelined for decades. Fine. That’s fine. Let them keep underestimating.

In the pages of Auntie Heroes, meet ten women of a certain vintage who possess particular sets of skills and absolutely zero patience for the alternative. A fire fairy stepmother navigating werewolves and blended family politics. A retired intelligence operative who knits Kevlar scarves and outsmarts Belarusian thieves in a foreign embassy. A grandmother farming fourteen hundred acres with alien assistance — and handling the unfriendly ones with a shotgun full of rock salt. A sharp-eyed matron in a Lovecraftian coastal town who defeats an elder god with Eternal Father Strong to Save and a can of extra-hold hairspray. A suburban gardener who discovers her neighbor’s invasive kudzu is a Cold War-era biological antenna siphoning encrypted data from Fort Meade — and handles it accordingly.

Across fairy tales, spy thrillers, alien farms, suburban horror, and the salt-choked streets of a town that smells permanently of low tide, these women share one defining trait: they have been here long enough to know exactly what needs doing. And they will absolutely do it.

Stories include: “Stepmother Ever After” by Nancy Frye • “Calhoun Blood” by D.S. Ligon • “The Squamous Among Us” by Spearman Burke • “Salon and Subversion” by Tuvela Thomas • “A Dressing Down” by Aelth Faye • “From the Ashes” by TC Ross • “Knit One, Sanction Two” by Ted Begley • “Pruning with Extreme Prejudice” by Michael Patrick Coady • “Walking the Beans” by Rick Cutler • “The Knitting Circle at Innsmouth” by Malory

The world has a great many hind ends that require a proper thrashing. We’re betting on the lady with the flamethrower.

 

MY REVIEW

Auntie Heroes, like most anthologies, is uneven in tone and skill from the various writers involved in the project. But the shift of tone and skill is minimal, as this is a Raconteur Press Anthology and they have the formula down for creating pulp anthologies on a regular basis. If you like pulp short stories, I highly recommend the whole line for consistent interesting stories. All the anthologies are stand-alone, even the Moggie ones.

I love the theme for Auntie Heroes – older women, whose bodies may be a little long on the mileage, but the experience which came with it makes them forces to be reckoned with. Note that while the anthology is woman-theme, many of the stories are written by men. It was edited by a woman.

As is typical of my reviews of anthologies and collections, I will now do a short one-to-two line review on each of the stories:

Stepmother Eve After by Nancy Frye – Fairy Tale: An epistolary short story between Hansel and Gretel’s new stepmother and her witchy sister. Family will help family. (4 star)

Calhoun Blood by D.S. Ligon – Urban Fantasy: When something walks in with your mother’s face, you need the help of your auntie. (4 star)

The Squamous Among Us by Spearman Burke – Urban Fantasy: Don’t mess with an old woman’s book club members. (4 star)

Salon and Subversion by Tuvela Thomas – Humorous, cozy thriller: Best of the book. My mother laughed herself silly while reading it and kept wanting to share bits with me but couldn’t since I hadn’t read it yet. Very very funny. (5 star)

A Dressing Down by Aelth Faye – Thriller: Most people don’t look beyond the clothes and gray hair, which helps when rescuing kidnapped privileged daughters. (4 star)

From the Ashes by TC Ross – Fantasy: Children are to be protected even when the world, or at least the forest, is on fire. But how can a tiny old fairy save a baby before the fire rushes past? (4.5 star)

Knit One, Sanction Two by Ted Befley – Thriller: The thing about old people is they come with experiences. Is the little old lady working reception a knitter or international spy? (5 star)

Pruning with Extreme Prejudice by Michael Patrick Coady – Science Fiction (techno-biology):Kudzu is always an invading force, no matter how pretty it looks. Gardening club must go to war with a neighbor’s unfortunate taste in landscaping. (If you are not used to technobabble, this can be a rough read. But worth it if you love puttering around in suburbia flower beds.) (4.5 star)

Walking the Beans by Rick Cutler – Science Fiction (Aliens and Men-in-black): Always be neighborly. (4 star)

The Knitting Circle at Innsmouth by Mallory – Horror: Pie-judging at the town faire in this Lovecraft inspired short. Of all the stories, this one is furthest from the feel of the anthology and is very confusing for people not used to seeing a Lovecraftian story mixed in among normal fantasy. (3.5 star)

Book Review (SERIES): Tales from the Long Night

Tales from the Long Night is a new universe by J. Kenton Pierce. Each story, so far, has been a stand-alone, but some will slowly work their way into full series. I had fallen into this Universe through a short story “Big Mama” in an anthology Pogue One; I told you about the Anthology as my March Book Review (3/3/2026). I wanted so much to see more of this universe so I went searching, and now I have two novellas and one novel under my belt. I don’t know if there are more short stories from this universe in the Raconteur Press Anthologies; if so, I hope someone will collect any short stories under one umbrella, but any collection will need to wait at least a year from the Anthologies publications because of contracts.

The stories I have read so far in time order of the Long Night Universe (because, yeah, it is that sort of universe – again, these can be read in any order. So far the author has been really good at compartmentalization):

  1. Big Mama (short story in Pogue One) – published January 9, 2025
  2. An Apple for the Legion (novella) – published April 20, 2026
  3. Back Alley Angels and Badland Devils (two novelettes) – published November 18, 2025
  4. A Kiss from Damocles (novel: Book 1 of Shai) – published June 26, 2005

The order I actually read these were Big Mama, Back Alley, A Kiss, and An Apple.

 

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From the universe of the 2026 Prometheus Award finalist A Kiss for Damocles — welcome to the Tales from the Long Night.

Third Decanus Kaur was engineered for this.

The Mutual Prosperity builds its legionaries from the genes of heroes — and Kaur carries the literal face of Tanveer Kaur, hero of the Spring Thunder Campaign, the soldier whose sacrifice helped pull humanity back from extinction. She has trained since birth to liberate the enslaved populations of the Terran Commonwealth. She has memorized the Social Virtues. She has crushed her doubts, disciplined her questions, and proven herself a worthy daughter of humanity’s finest.

Then she lands on Hesperides Colony, and the liberation refuses to go as planned.

The colonists fight like they mean it — not from ideology or fanaticism, but because they have something worth protecting. When her commander hands her a contraband biography of her own mother and tells her to read it, the headaches begin. Because what Tanveer Kaur actually believed, actually said, in her own unedited words — it doesn’t match anything the Prosperity taught her daughter.

Then the volcano erupts.

Cut off from Fleet. No resupply. No evacuation. A dying colony buried under ash, a population the Prosperity considers expendable, and orders that grow more monstrous by the hour. Kaur is twenty-three years old. She commands ten legionaries. And the man who has spent decades teaching her what it truly means to honor her heritage is running out of time to finish the lesson.

An Apple for the Legion is a gripping, character-driven military science fiction novella — precise, dark, and impossible to set aside. A story set in the Tales from the Long Night: a universe where humanity survived the stars and built something that might not have been worth saving.

MY REVIEW FOR An Apple for the Legion

Is ignorance tolerable as a form of innocence?
If so, never enter a library, and never, ever be ground troops freeing a people. In both cases you might be pelted with books and knowledge.

Kaur is a genetic descent of a great war hero, redesigned and improved, optimized for strength…and intelligence and leadership, which may have not been the best move by a totalitarian government to create an obedient solider even with restricted information access, nighttime reprogramming, constant retraining, and obsessive observation. Curiosity, valuing the soldiers she is in charge of, and the ability infer from limited data sets makes her a piss-poor “follow orders” leader no matter how deep the programming is.

Kaur likes apples. The fruit of the knowledge of good and evil. And since falling from the heavens to the hell on earth that is the Hesperides Colony after the invasion Kaur is part of, the Eden of her mind keeps getting hit with seismic blows.

Caught between Muse and Mentor, Kaur has to decide how much of the Apple she will accept.

Tales from the Long Night is a strong world J. Kenton Pierce has created. Each part can be read as a stand-alone; An Apple for the Legion, especially, works well as it is a prequel to the two main series of the universe. The science fiction novella is set in the beginning of the apocalypse Hesperides experiences. Most of the rest of the stories are set in the aftermath.

This story, for fans of the series, is a must-read as it gives a hint at what else is happening in the universe. I hope that Mr. Pierce collects the short stories he has also written for this universe into one collection to fill things in even more.

 

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In a galaxy ravaged by fallen empires, endless wars, and a volcanic apocalypse, hope isn’t bestowed by fate—it’s forged by gritty survivors reclaiming their freedom and heritage. Welcome back to J. Kenton Pierce’s epic Tales from the Long Night universe, where ordinary heroes rise against the encroaching dark.

Back Alley Angels and Badland Devils delivers two pulse-pounding stories spotlighting the unsung warriors of Hesperides Colony, scarred by the Mutual Prosperity’s invasion. These raw tales of resilience pit flawed protagonists against hostile xenos, ancient horrors, and shadowy schemes.In “The Greenline Gambit,” set centuries into the Long Night, amiable brawler Kraitte thrives in the subterranean sprawl of Greenline Town—a former refugee sanctuary turned industrial hub. By day, he’s a heavy lifter; by night, a smuggler’s guardian. But when a mysterious brunette offers a high-stakes job, Kraitte plunges into a web of rival factions vying for underground power, testing his newfound sense of home and family.

“El Banquero del Diablo” rewinds to the invasion’s chaotic aftermath, amid ash-choked volcanic winter. Rugged cowboy Danny Bozeman, a former rider for Boss Rosenberry, joins the nascent Nuevo Tejas Rangers to rebuild society. Preferring simple brawls and bar tabs, Danny confronts capital-E Evil—an ancient darkness threatening innocents—armed only with unyielding grit and iron resolve.These standalone adventures weave into the saga’s larger arcs, proving heroes emerge from back alleys and badlands, not thrones. In a cosmos of implacable threats, the fight for dawn is eternal. Join Kraitte and Danny’s ruckus–and learn what it means to never quit.

MY REVIEW FOR Back Alley Angels and Badland Devils

Back Alley Angels and Badland Devils is a dual short-story collection totaling 100 pages in paperback. Both stories are good, though I preferred the second, “El Banquero del Diablo.”

Both stories are set in the post-apocalyptic science-fiction “Tales from the Long Night” universe created by J. Kenton Pierce, and have a large male protagonist doing the business of right but in a wrong manner. These are not white-hat heroes; they wear gray proudly. This universe, if you are not familiar with it, has a distinctly weird-west sci-fi feel similar to steampunk but in its own category with Star Wars, Westworld, Company A: The Origin of the Martian Rangers by Peter Prellwitz, and A Fistful of Dust by A.G. Carpenter. I should note that the second short story crosses from weird-west sci-fi into horror.

The Greenline Gambit is set in the same time as A Kiss from Damocles, the first full-length novel set in the TFTLN Universe. Kraitte, married to a cop but making his living in the underbelly of the Greenline as a day-laborer and a night-opportunist, finds himself at cross-purposes with the law. They want his skills and he doesn’t want to be noticed, especially with the genetic baggage he carries. But two new players are messing with the balance between legal and not-so-legal, and it makes the cops nervous. The cops, criminals, and new factions all are playing with him like he is a disposable piece in their power games. Can he flip the board without losing the game?

El Banquero del Diablo stars Danny and Jenny, two Rangers on a newly compromised world (set about 500 years before the Greenline Gambit). These first generation of Rangers from Hesperides Colony create the legends, the boots, later generations try to fill with honor and inspiration. These early Rangers, though, are unlike the expectations of later legends. They, well, were city rats and problem-makers sentenced to be front-line soldiers or spend life in prison. They are dirty, crafty, and dangerous. The only reasons judges sentence them to miliary service is jails wouldn’t hold them long.

These potential monsters, having accepted the leash of civilization then getting slammed on a planet facing volcanic winter, now inflict civilization on monsters who won’t accept the leash. Slavers, killers, and enemies from the stars. The El Banquero short story follows them chasing one such monsters to ground and cornering him against the sea with his posse. Closing on him, Danny and Jenny discover that monsters come in all shapes and sizes and varying degrees of nasty.

Like I said, El Banquero is my favorite of the two stories. Great characters, FUN dialog, and real stakes. Greenline is an “only” investigation; Banquero is a gun-slinging adventure. Both are really good.

 

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The enemy is dead. Their guns still aim.

The Mutual Prosperity invaded Hesperides Colony centuries ago–dropped asteroids on the oceans, triggered a volcanic winter, killed millions. The invaders eventually died fighting. Their orbital artillery AI, Damocles, did not. It has spent three hundred years killing anything that looks like a threat: radio signals, powered vehicles, anything that might let humanity rebuild fast enough to strike back.

Seventeen-year-old Shaifennen “Shai” Roehe grew up in a mineshaft, scrounging salvage from the ruins of a dead civilization. Then she finds a crashed military shuttle from the Long Night buried in a highland ravine. It’s the biggest salvage find in living memory–and it comes with secrets. Traitors from the original war. A murdered alien marine who died fighting for humanity’s future. And enough battlesteel and fabrication equipment to turn her struggling homestead into something that scares the right people.

From there, Shai has to navigate a volatile trade mission to the nearest town, untangle a conspiracy that runs generations deep, survive assassination attempts, and figure out why every faction on Hesperides–the Riders, the Archive, the alien Imps, the new Trade Association that smells a lot like the old tyranny with better hair–seems to already know about a project she has only just stumbled into.

Shai’s universe is one filled with fallen empires, implacable war machines, lost civilizations, hostile xenos, the occasional ancient unspeakable horror, and she’s going to bring the ruckus to every corner of it.

Winner the 2026 Prometheus Award for Best Novel, A Kiss for Damocles is the first book in the Tales From the Long Night series. Post-apocalyptic science fiction with a ferocious protagonist, deep world-building, earned political stakes, and a genuine belief that humanity can take back what it lost — if it can stop fighting itself long enough to try.

MY REVIEW FOR A Kiss from Damocles (Book 1 of Shai)

I read one of the short stories Mr. Pierce has created for the Tales from the Long Night and knew I had to have more and I went looking and discovered this novel.

The wonderful cross of western and science-fiction comes across in the language and circumstances on this post-apocalyptic world where an orbital bombardment had set off the planet’s equivalent of the Yellow Stone Caldera. This story is set when the survivors of the colony caught in the crossfires between two interstellar empires finally are beginning to crawl out of their Volcanic Winter and face the “landmines” left behind by the war, specifically a space platform set to destroy anything that looks like higher man-made technology.

It’s hard to advance when any advancement leads to precision orbital bombardment by an ancient long-forgotten-by-its-creators platform.

A young female scrounger finds the score of a lifetime, not only for her but her community. The waves of which will either be felt around the world, or stolen from them. A Kiss follows Roehe from find, to family, to foe. Can she keep her head and her temper long enough to gain the benefit without calling down disaster upon everything.

I just love the western flavor, the scrapy characters, and the defiance against a world that was never the cradle of humanity.

Flash: Incoming

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“So have you got for me today.”

At the crack of the simulant can, Deborah glanced over her shoulder. “Oh, hey Brent. Hop onto station 2, Sandy is running late, morning sickness you know. I’m staying until she can get here.”

After slamming back his second can of the day, Brent eased into the station’s traffic control seat indicated, ignoring the other two empty stations. The monitoring implants registered his biometrics, checking him as fit for duty before recording him on the clock. “Hopefully she didn’t get any on her uniform this time. Yesterday, I got to smell vomit all shift. Speaking of shift, where is Karl?”

“Hot date.” Deborah’s voice dripped angry sarcasm.

Two words slipped out which Brent hoped wouldn’t put him in front of a review board. “Which ship this time?”

Bounty’s Towel out of Gamma Oorts sector. Using the emergency dock on level three.”

“If he wasn’t Black Clock party…”

“Or the son of an ‘elected’ councilman.” Deborah agreed. “Aside from that, I can’t deny he actually knows how to be a controller, unlike the last party hack.”

Her voice changed to sweetness and clarity. “Welcome to Pluto Station AC8647, please verify ship’s name and captain.” After a short pause she added, “Why yes, we put all ships under guns, even those coming from Alpha Centauri.”

“Yes, even coming from Earth. Standard procedure while we are under war footing.”

“Yes, we are under war footing with the Meridians.”

“Yes, the war was won forty years ago, but their ships do not have FTL capability or communications.”

“Thank you, I will pass on your suggestions of where to put the missiles to the Homeworld Defense Council. Attached is the Warehouse docking instructions package. You will be looking for Romeo 147. Please confirm you see the beacon. … Thank you.”

While she dealt with the difficult ship, Brent cleared the three waiting automated mining ships to release their Oorts cloud materials into the inner system freight runners. One had been waiting for over an hour.

A quick check showed Karl left his seat nine-eight minutes ago. Technically, they were to have minimum shifts of three so someone could take a piss break and keep the required two people in Control at all time. Four people for heavy traffic times…or war footing. Shifts were to be six hours long, four shifts for the Earth twenty-four-hour clock all orbital stations maintained, three days on, one day off, absolutely no double or back-to-back shifts. Including bodies for sick leave and vacation and supervision, Pluto’s Traffic Control orbital station should have thirty trained controllers. They had five.

Earth had stopped sending specialists outward during the war and never restarted. Having the population drop from fourteen billion to one and an eighth billion because of kinetic bombardment impacted their outmigration policies.

“Sorry about that,” Deborah said, her voice no longer customer service modulated. “And thanks for clearing the backlog. The emergency dock on level four is still under repair, they say four hours.”

“They have been saying four hours since Tuesday.” Brent growled. Level one didn’t have one, as that is the big-wig level and the designers didn’t want to risk a bad emergency docking there. The level two dock was officially for diplomats but actually held the stationmaster’s personal yacht for “necessary repairs” going on fourteen months so he wouldn’t have to pay berth fees. Something every single one of the hereditary politicians exiled to Pluto to wait out an embarrassment learned to do. Which left levels three and four, presently taken up by Karl’s smuggling operations and a bad seal that none of their printers could reproduce.

And Repairs and Maintenance couldn’t just repurpose a seal from the other twelve docking ports, three per level, as four of them were also missing the essential air seal. Earth not only stopped shipping out specialists, they had also stopped shipping out replacement parts, though they sure as Sol shines accepted incoming raw materials.

“Six ships are in dock, nineteen are working the warehouse area. We have four passenger FTL ship beacons incoming in the next two hours.” She shoved the schedules to his screen.

“I see two docked ships are scheduled to depart, giving us room for the incoming but that will fill us up. How on schedule are they?”

“The Beowolf runner, Smelling like a Rose in Space, says they are on schedule.”

“Good,” Brent grunted.

“And Casa de Mañana out of the Asteroid sector Tango has assured me they are also on schedule to depart on time…in three, maybe four hours max.”

Brent pinched his nose. “Vago Bover still captain?”

“Yep.”

“So six hours if we are lucky. Any of the other ships having a chance in hell leaving early?”

“Already checked, and no.”

“Any chance one of the passenger ship’s are actually high value freight on fast shipment?”

“No.”

“Bypass us to go directly to Earth.”

“Also no.”

“Karl’s friend?”

“Needs refueling, so four hours minimum.”

“R&M miraculously get the parts they needed and repaired one of the other docks?”

“Lysander turned in his notice to take a slot on Moonbeam Lunacy when it arrives tomorrow.”

“That will leave us just Raymond and Pinnick.”

“Raymond is in the hospital until they can regrow him a liver.”

“Of course.”

An alarm beeped in their implants, returning their full attention to their stations. “I got the passenger ship.” Deborah chimed in.

Brent was happy to leave the high stress people to her. Registering the Beowolf ship flight plan only took a moment, letting him focus on juggling the snare happening in the warehouse section as the Alpha Centauri ship had not in fact followed the Romeo beacon. He pinged the arguing ships with the missile lock since they weren’t allowing him to get a word in edgewise. No need for them to know only two guns and one missile tube were operational, or even had ammo.

“That is not regulation.” His co-seat teased.

“Like you haven’t done it.”

“Not in nine hours.”

“That has to be a record.”

Deborah and Brent paused their banter as the passenger ship kissed airlocks. The refueling, reairing, and purging teams climbed over the ship like ants while the passengers from another star system unloaded to escape the tin can and stale air they had been locked into for weeks as their FTL ship ate the space between stars, into a slightly larger tin can and slightly staler air of the station. They watched each person’s biosignal flying outside gravity and air like the Man on the Moon watched Earth. They hadn’t lost a Dutchman in the last three years, despite each of them pulling at least a twelve-hour shift every single day during that time baring illness. It was a streak the entire control crew protected, because it protected their people.

When the last one buzzed back inside the station skin, they exhaled. Deborah checked her incoming messages through a complicated message of connections. The software providing direct communication into the controlling area had degraded over the years; any patching done was concentrated on communication between the controller’s suite and the traffic. Communicating, even with their implants, was a chore requiring four or five steps. Going in person was easier for most tasks, if they could leave their seats.

“Sandy threw up again.”

“Can Wynn cover?” Brent asked.

“It’s okay, I got this.” Deborah activated their bypass for her to cover a third shift regulation six-hour shift. “I’ll let my partners know and tell Sandy to take the time she needs.”

“Girl….” Brent sighed in exasperation and exhaustion.

“Boy….” She returned in the same exact tone.

They both knew their options were limited. The protest was merely performance. There were three more ships arriving and they only had two docks.

Good Housekeeping, the last to arrive, did not like waiting but they did have enough air to wait out the Mañana’s departure, only five hours behind schedule. The Towel pulled out only thirty minutes later, having officially never unloaded a single item or person to go through customs.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Sandy gushed as she rushed in at mid-shift, slipping into station 3. “I can’t believe how hard it is to keep food down while I am this hungry.”

Yawning, Deborah stood once Sandy’s biometrics recorded present. “I’m going to the schoolhouse to see if there is any chance of getting an intern out of this or next year’s crop.”

“Last I heard they were pushing all math-inclined into R&D,” Sandy said, getting in the know why setting up her baby for daycare.

Brent snorted. “Hands-on math for the R&D crowd, pencil-pushers for our crowd. We should go in person and interview them.”

“Not you,” Deborah said. “You’ll scare them. Maybe me and Karl.”

“Karl?” The two on-shift controllers turned toward her.

“He is slimy, yes,” Deborah said, “But he knows how to present.”

Brent pinched his nose. “I hate him.”

“But, if you didn’t know him….” Deborah trailed off.

“I would buy whatever he sells, damn him to Jupiter’s gravity well.” Brent admitted, having fallen for Karl’s tricks during his first month as party spy, even while knowing he had been a party spy. “The kids won’t have a chance.”

“Except, unlike the normal timepiece,” she used the term they used internally for the party’s department watcher, “he understands this job and knows its needs and nearly cares about it, if only for the money and connections it brings. He won’t sell the job to people who won’t be a good fit just to get bodies in the door.”

Sandy and Brent exchanged looks. They normally worked together. Deborah pulled the timepiece partner because she could usually cover for two when the timepiece was completely useless, and had never slugged one like both Brent and Sandy had done, more than once. “What about Wynn?” Sandy asked.

“They just got married.” Deborah responded. A raft of other information flashed between them without saying a word. Wynn, while they had made it six years in the booth fresh out of school, had a dream. They would be emigrating to one of the colony worlds as soon as their new family unit received final approval.

The entire Pluto base was a skeleton crew stripped of all meat and nothing feed into it. The inner and outer system had been filled with the pressure of Earth’s excess population for three hundred years of settling, exploding outward, yet still having a population growing faster than people could jump out of the gravity well. Colony ships running out to the Earth-like worlds or at least to stars where new stations could be built. Until the Meridians and their extermination war.

For sixty years, since the bombardment, only vacuum remained instead of full steam ahead.

The two on-duty turned to the boards when the internal alarm went off.

Deborah jumped too and returned to her seat. All three stopped breathing and their hands moved faster than the last Dutchman incident.

Karl ran in the door, “What the hell is a Zula warning and why can’t I turn it off?” Two seconds later Wynn pushed him out of the way and jumped into the dusty fourth station, bringing it up, ignoring the five missing lights scavenged to keep the primary stations working.

Deborah shoved the Zulu file to Karl’s implant.

“Meridians?” His olive complexion blanched. “But…but…we won.”

“They don’t have faster-than-light communication.” Wynn reminded him. “They might not know that.”

“Or they might take exception to it.” Brent growled before ordering Karl to “Get Peggy up here now.”

“Peggy?”

“The stationmaster’s assistant.” Deborah filled in, “It’s coming in high, off platter.”

“Thanks, found them, five ships passing the first Tripwire—and there it goes. Nice explosion,” said Wynn. “I’ll say they are still hostiles.”

“Timepiece, we need Peggy here now, and I guess we should officially tell the stationmaster too, for all the good he will be.” Sandy spun her chair around to face Karl. “You, go get Peggy, extract anyone else you think has a functioning brain.”

“What do I say?” Karl struggled, his attention divided between the four controllers.

“Just tell Peggy Zulu, please.” Deborah said.

He left.

Once assured they were alone, Deborah reported, “I got two planet bombardment ships, one support repair ship, one buzz-swarm, and an infantry transport.”

“Confirm profiles.” Brent said.

“Confirm energy signatures.” Sandy said.

“Working on damage report.” Wynn said. “They’ve been in the dark for a long-time. Some things have had to have broken.”

“One can only hope.” Deborah said.

(words 2,089; first published 5/31/2026)

 

Book Review: Nightfall

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Nightfall by Isaac Asimov (original short story) and Robert Silverberg (expanded into novel)

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An expanded version of Asimov’s short story, “Nightfall,” reveals a world on the brink of chaos, torn between religious fanaticism and scientific denial and faced with the end of civilization

 

MY REVIEW

When I first read this (mumble) years ago, it was groundbreaking and amazing. The original short story was published in 1941, written by Isaac Asimov when he was a grad student. The novel was published in 1990, with an extended beginning and an extended ending written by Robert Silverberg, but approved by Asimov.

The conceit of a world without night (because at least one of the six suns in the vicinity of the planet is always shining down, one sun is the primary which the planet orbits), reacting to an astrological phenomena – a once in two-thousand year eclipse, bringing Darkness and something more. Stars. All the wonder and fear, awe and insignificance we normal Earthlings are exposed to each night (when city lights don’t hide the night sky) in one painful twelve-hour period with no preparation.

I always think about how quickly and decisively humans jumped off planet because we had our sister planet, the Moon, just hanging up there, taunting us, tantalizingly close. If all we had to see were the stars, it would have taken much longer to dare space. I wonder about other worlds with intelligent life without Moon to tease them to “come play”. About worlds with perpetual cloud cover, like Venus or Jupiter, never even seeing the stars, and maybe not even their own sun clearly. Would they even leave their planet? Our relatively thin atmosphere (compared to gas worlds), is “only” six thousand miles. Our tallest mountain is 5.5 miles; if everything above that distance is hazy nothingness, why would you ever go further?

Nightfall asks the question of what happens to a people who have never seen further, whose furthest sight line is maybe two light-years, who – with far more reason than our Earthling predecessors – think they are the center of this small scape, suddenly see so much more.

I love the question. I love the development. The science Asimov used to create this world is still believable; the archeological support and psychological support and governmental maneuverings added by Silverberg make it that much better. It is perhaps one of the best short stories and novel adaptations ever in the science fiction genre.

That said, I hate how the social aspects have aged over the 35 and 80 plus years since the novel and short story have been written.

First comment is just a writing style change. The book is set in omnipresent third person, as well as second person, and also has first person POV switches, with some head hopping. Not something we do now, but was an acceptable writing technique in the past. Styles change over time. I am already seeing how fanfic, video game storytelling, and electronic delivery systems are changing writing styles now; not good or bad, just different.

Second comment is “Wow, the toxic masculinity.” Even though the characters have witnessed, have experienced, the danger of Darkness, each of the men think “I am stronger than this.” Over and over again. “I cannot be a coward; I would not be able to live with myself.” But it is like asking a normal man without training to lift a thousand pounds, it is going to break him. … But, you know, can’t be a coward.

Third comment is “Smurfette Syndrome.” No, the archeologist isn’t the only female of the book but I do think the ratio of male to female is one in four or one in five, and among the scientists and people of power more like one in ten. There is an ingenue sex partner, but she is more an obstacle than a person and only one person actual talks to her. Siferra is the only female with agency and initially she starts with absolutely no interest in sex; but eventually she falls for the one man with the persistence (stalking) to continue to pressure her until there was a yes rewarding the action-hero non-scientist with a beautiful, physically fit, amazingly intelligent, supportive woman who he proceeds to overtalk, ignore, and actively manipulate to get his way. Chapter 38 onward is a study in the many of the ways science fiction writers have mistreated women characters over the years. So much potential, but using a 2025 lens, completely unacceptable. (Also the female-needs-to-be-threatened-with-rape trope, but at least she gets herself out of it, even if she is completely insane when she did it, because, of course, a real woman wouldn’t have overreacted that way … oh, but we do imagine it.)

In conclusion, great concept. A worthy ready, especially the beginning and middle (Asimov’s original story), for the history of science fiction. Don’t give to the book to your female children to read; the teenagers and twenty-somethings won’t see Siferra as a strong-woman character. They have been deprogramed from this level of toxicity and will see it for what it is: a male chosen-one reward-in-female-shape. (She started out Ace; a modern writer would have let her stay that way, but times were different.)

When I originally read this in the nineties, the story would be a five-star. Now, toxic tropes would take it down to a two and history pulls it up to a three-star.