Black Sails Vane Novels & Stories

"It doesn't hold me. I’m leaking static like a broken generator." He held up his hand. Violet sparks were dancing between his fingers again, reacting to the stress. "Get below," Vane shouted at them. "If they see that light show, we’re all dead!" "No," Saoirse said. She looked at the Dreadnought. It was turning. The massive turrets were rotating toward them. "We can't outrun a Dreadnought," Saoirse said. "Not with wind alone." "We don't have an engine!" Vane yelled. "The boiler is cold! It takes an hour to heat!"

​The Vane’s Legacy II was no longer a ship; it was a Cathedral of the Deep-Void. ​As it drifted at the edge of the "Great-Attractor", the gravitational heart of the known universe, the hull didn't just reflect the light of the stars. It Breathed it. The "Void-Bark" had thickened into a shimmering, translucent ivory, and the "Aether-Veins" were no longer emerald-green. They were a brilliant, pulsing violet, the color of the "Whirlpool-Core" that Kaelen Vane had integrated into the ship’s soul.