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And now, on to A Spark in Space.

A few years ago, I was editing an anthology about magic. You may have heard of it, you may not. It was called “A Touch of Magic” and the only rules about stories to be entered were that they had to be YA and they had to include some form of magic, no matter in what form.
We ended up with plenty of different forms of magic – there were magical craftsmen, sorcerers, witches, fae, curses and ghosts.
Here’s the thing about magic – even though it has so many wonderfully different applications, in the end, it still always appears somewhat straight forward. I was trying to think out of the box a little, and so I ended up with witches chosen by space who manipulate energy with their mind. It still didn’t feel that far out of scope to me, but I found people being completely surprised by the idea and approaching me to talk about that story in particular.

So it got me thinking.

This short story, essentially not much more than an origin story… How would it continue?

And that’s how A Spark in Space: A Space Witch Novel came to life. (To be released July 6th 2021, but available for 0.99$ as ebook pre-order)

A Spark in Space

Without further ado, here’s a little excerpt from this story about a technomancer, along with an illustration of one of the characters by the amazing Alex van Gore:
“Ah, perfect timing.” He smirked up at Tabea. “Care to take the wheel?”
One glance at the radar told her all she needed to know. Returning his grin, she nodded and proceeded to the center of the room, her favorite place for exercises of this nature. Maneuvering through a small asteroid field like this should be a simple task. Kneeling down, she placed both palms on the ground and closed her eyes, letting her energy, her essence, merge with the ship.
“Ready?” she asked Calliope.
“Always,” was the prompt response.
Tabea concentrated on the prickling sensation in her fingers, ignoring the static that was making her hair stand up, and focused on reaching into the ship, into the mundane wiring and electric currents, moving with them and spreading to the different controls, and then farther, weaving in and out to move toward the ship’s core, the alien technology that was giving the ship its energy, and incidentally, Calliope’s mind. Without hesitation, Tabea let her own consciousness merge with it so she felt and saw the same as Calliope.
Using the ship’s radars, she detected every one of the rocks hurtling through space and the relative distance between them. They were quite far apart from each other and even with the velocity they were at, maneuvering through them should be a simple feat.
Keeping in mind safety precautions, she raised the shields anyway and made the ship lunge forward. First a slight left, then a roll to the upper right, a quick bounce over another asteroid and then a dip and a side swivel. Dancing through the metallic rocks like a celestial ballerina, the Calliope was swiftly brought to the other side of the shower.
“Well done,” Calliope said. “You’re getting better at this every day. I didn’t even need to help this time.”
Tabea smiled to herself, proud of her accomplishment. “Thanks.”
She was about to disconnect when she noticed something strange. There were abnormal energy signals in the distance, flashing and sparking, and not rhythmically, either.
“What’s that?” she asked Calliope, but the ship could give no answer. “Move us closer to it so the monitors can show something conclusive,” Tabea requested. “I’ll talk to Callaghan.”
She severed her bond with Calliope, trusting the ship would do exactly as she had asked.
As she returned to the senses belonging to her body, she rose up quickly and swirled around to Callaghan, a sudden spell of dizziness almost making her fall over in the process. At least she didn’t faint anymore after every merge with Calliope. When she had first discovered her abilities, that had been a real concern. Every action had required an enormous amount of mental energy from a quickly draining pool. However, like a muscle, she’d been able to train and increase her endurance with diligent practice.
Callaghan was smiling brightly at her, clearly satisfied with her results.
“That was splendid!” he called out, but Tabea shook her head.
“There’s something out there.” She gasped, her breathing and heartbeat rapid.
Callaghan’s demeanor immediately became serious. “What is it?” he asked, scanning his screens.
Tabea shook her head again. “We… We don’t know. There are strange energy signals coming from it, irregular and varying in power. Callie is bringing us closer to it so we can make it out better.”
Callaghan’s frown deepened. “Anything on the screens?” he bellowed at the officers.
Maya Glaucia, the arms and defense officer, was the first to respond. “I see something, I think. There is an energy focus ahead of us. It’s inconsistent, but… But it does look like it’s getting stronger.”
Hammond rushed over to her side. “Let me see that!” He glanced over the information on the screen and grew pale. “We have to get out of here—and fast!”
Callaghan was quick to react and turned to the pilot, Kyoko Akari, a short woman with straight, black, chinlength hair and dark eyes, who was waiting for his orders. “Get ready for hyper speed backward!”
She nodded and busied herself at the controls.
“It’s a ship,” Calliope informed Tabea. “And it looks like its core was damaged. It’ll blow up!”
“A ship?” Tabea asked out loud. “Where is it from?”
“See for yourself.”
Calliope pulled Tabea into her systems, facilitating and speeding up the entry. Using her powers, Tabea shot energy out through the weapon’s dock, doing her best not to get in the way of whatever the commanding officers were doing, and streamed across the empty space, crossing the distance easily to reach the dying ship.
Connecting with it was easy.
Energy was surging through all its systems, overpowering them. Tabea was swept along with it.
Even though the energy was almost overwhelming her senses, Tabea was still able to recognize the engineering. She’d studied plenty of designs of ships like this back at the Academy after she’d changed from the pilot to the engineering track.
She checked the ship’s mainframe. According to the data log, there’d been a fight recently, a fight that had left the ship badly damaged and killed all of its crew. The arms and defense systems had been used excessively, and the crew had attempted at least two hyper jumps to escape whatever peril had been coming for them. They hadn’t even had enough time for a final captain’s log entry before they’d all perished.
Except not all had perished.
While the ship’s systems couldn’t detect any life left aboard, Tabea could sense the fine traces of energy. It was weak, but even so, Tabea recognized the signature as one belonging to a living being.
Something was tugging at her. The energy pull of the ship was strong and like a magnet. It tried to draw her close, absorb her into the quickly growing hub.
She fought against the ship’s suction, releasing herself, leaving behind only an order: Use every ounce of power you have left to contain the energy leaks. She had to get back to the Calliope. She needed to let Callaghan know. Someone was still alive. Someone who could be saved and tell them what had happened here.
A Spark in Space

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(And just in case you missed it or rely on screenreaders - my secret word is "technomancer".)

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