Scripts For Radio Drama Novels & Stories

Kira's voice came from the nursery—the rounded sound she'd been developing, lower than her early communications, more deliberate. Jasmina looked at the door. Then at the full page. Then she picked up the radio. Work to do.

* Ravyn's stomach dropped at the sight of it, the specific cold understanding that whatever time she'd estimated in the chaos of the last few minutes had already been generous. She picked up the small personal radio clipped to the technician's station — disconnected from the main broadcast channel, she confirmed with one fast glance at its display — and held it close enough to speak without raising her voice. "Dante," she said. "I'm in. Talk to me. How are you." His voice came back thin through the static, breathless with effort, the engine roar audible even through the line. "Driving. One lap left after this one. Whatever you're doing, do it fast."