Sunlight Ship Novels & Stories

"There’s nothing wrong with it. It just faces north. It’s too cold. I want a south-facing room. It doesn’t matter if it’s smaller." I really was cold. The brain tumor had thrown off my body’s ability to regulate temperature. It felt like I was trapped in a freezer all the time. Only sunlight gave me even a hint of warmth. "Cold? Then turn on the A/C." Mom looked at me like I was being unreasonable. "The south-facing room is your Uncle Jonathan’s study. The other one is a storage room." "Then I’ll take the storage room." Her eyes widened. "Are you insane? You’re turning down a perfectly good guest room to live in a storage closet? Are you trying to make your Uncle Jonathan think I’m abusing y

"My son isn't dead. He was just abroad getting treatment. I have no idea who started those rumors..." Watching her lie without a trace of shame, I laughed out loud. She was the one who sent me overseas. She was the one who told everyone I was dead. She transferred my inheritance, my shares—everything—into Jake's name. She left me with nothing. My mother shot me a warning glare. And then the screen lit up. Photos and videos started playing one after another. Every single one showed what I'd been through. Electroshock. Medication. Bright white lamps shining in my eyes, trying to make me forget Emily.

"If they want to play with light, we’re going to give them a prism. Mara, Silas—get the reflective plating we took from the Southern airships. We’re going to coat the hull in their own glass. If they fire their light at us, we’re going to send it right back into their eyes." The chapter concludes with Audrey preparing to lead a "Soot-Team" out onto the salt-flats—a desperate, high-stakes mission to physically cut the light-anchors while the city’s hull is turned into a giant, blinding mirror. The suspense is at a breaking point: they are sitting ducks in a desert of white, facing a civilization that literally owns the sun.

Oh well, I'm going to sleep on the ship. I smiled when a warm breeze greeted us. The sun hitting my face causes me to close my eyes and blinks to adjust from the light. We stepped on the white sand until we reached the water. I took my anchor/ship wheel pendant then it automatically shone brightly. In just a snap, the ship was already in front of us. We immediately got inside the ship and settled ourselves. Azrael decided to maneuver the wheels while the three of us lay down on the floor. I closed my eyes quickly when I was almost blinded by the sunlight.

I saw the rhythmic pulse of the tides. ​“They are unnatural,” I said, my voice gaining a clarity that surprised me. “The ships are an insult to the water.” ​“Then tell the water that,” Cassian challenged, his hands sliding down to grip mine. ​I looked at the lead ship, a monstrous vessel with a figurehead carved into the shape of a weeping sun. A man stood on the prow, dressed in golden armor that reflected the light with a blinding intensity. He raised a long, crystal staff, and a beam of concentrated solar energy struck the water in front of the cliffs. The ocean did not splash; it boiled. A cloud of thick, salty steam rose into the air, choking the gulls that circled above.

Right now I didn’t even care that all the lights in the house were on. It was a thirty minute drive to Theodore’s. The ride was slow and quiet. We were all lost in our thoughts. The dull sound of the tires on the tarmac and the smooth rev of the engine were the only sound that dominated the car through out the entire ride. In a distance, the mansion that hosted most members of the coven appeared. It was a magnificent view and no matter how upset I was I had to appreciate the view. all the lights in the mansion were turned on. I guess they stayed up for me. I feel so special. Not.

But ironically, the deeper they sank, the closer they became to the surface as well and before they knew it, the ship shoot upward from underwater until it floated back on the surface of the water and remained afloat there like a normal boat should be. "We are back!" At first, they were amazed by how the ship managed to pull such a trick. But eventually they attributed it to the work of sorcery. Little did they know that no other ship could do that but the infamous ghost ship itself. "It's sunrise." As the crepuscule rays of the sun were about to peak through the horizon.

"The Root is pulling us out!" ​The Diver began to rise, not through its own engines, but drawn upward by the magnetic ghost of the Father-Root. They surged through the crimson clouds, breaking into the clear, dark vacuum of space just as the Great Red Spot let out its final, planet-wide groan. ​The Return to the Light ​As they cleared the atmosphere, the "Total-Solar-Eclipse" arrays were visible—shattered, drifting husks of white-steel. The sun, a small but brilliant diamond in the dark, finally struck the hull of the ship.

Not that we can see one little bit of that geography from our spot out here in the middle of the ocean! With no clouds in the sky, there’s not much of a sunset. Still, we Miracles all gather on what I now know is the “port” side of the ship to watch the golden sun settle down onto the water and then sink below the horizon. Sunset is followed by a few moments of twilight before darkness envelops the ship.

"Hello, Safira to Cain! I just said something right now." "And i heard you. Yes, i did hear what Lyros said last night. Something about the plan having changed right?" Safira glares at me and i smile as i turn back to look at the sea. After the storm last night the weather has cleared beautifully today and the sun is shining hot and bright, golden light rippling over the water and the salt breeze strong, carrying us through the sea and moving the ship the same way a good engine would move a car. It would either have to be the construct of the ship that allows us sail at this speed, or something else out of the sight of the naked eye. I can imagine a number of things that could cause that, bu