{"product_id":"the-clan-chronicles-tales-from-plexis-isbn-9780756413934","title":"The Clan Chronicles: Tales from Plexis","description":"\u003cb\u003eAuthors explore new corners of the Clan Chronicles universe in an anthology that brings readers into the lives of the alien inhabitants of one of the sci-fi series's most memorable locations\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWelcome to one of the iconic settings of the Clan Chronicles: the infamous interstellar shopping extravaganza of the Trade Pact known as Plexis Supermarket! A market and meeting place, Plexis is where pirates rub shoulders with freighter crews, where the rich come to party and the out-of-luck chase that last opportunity, where anything can be bought or sold and only your airtag tells the truth. Most of the time.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDock your starship, pay your parking fee, and enter. You'll never know what you'll find.  Or who you'll meet. Because here, for the first time, Julie E. Czerneda has opened the airlocks to her fellow scribes and lovers of all things Trade Pact to produce this anthology of remarkable, all-original stories.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLearn the beginnings (and kitchen secrets) of the famed Claws \u0026amp; Jaws: Interspecies Cuisine. Solve mysteries. Slip through service tunnels or shop with goldtags!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWant the truth about Turrneds? The Neblokans? How Terk met his partner? More of Raj Plexis and Bowman? The way to Ansel's heart? Kurr di Sarc. Huido. Manouya. Those balloons. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePlexis awaits your pleasure.Praise for the Reunification series:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I almost never cry at books and this one made me sob. Twice! Powerful, surprising, and \u003cb\u003epacking a serious emotional punch\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThe Gate to Futures Past\u003c\/i\u003e is a true game-changer.\" —Karina Sumner-Smith, author of \u003ci\u003eRadiant\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Czerneda excels at creating sympathetic characters and \u003cb\u003ebuilding intricate and fascinating worlds\u003c\/b\u003e.” —\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“Her multi-species style space opera universe...is a hallmark of the form, a fully realized saga of aliens and races and cultures that \u003cb\u003estands alongside works like C.J. Cherryh\u003c\/b\u003e’s Chanur-verse.” —SF Signal\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“\u003cb\u003eComplex worldbuilding, unique aliens\u003c\/b\u003e (‘Assemblers!?’), a race to save a sentient species: Czerneda’s \u003ci\u003eThis Gulf of Time and Stars\u003c\/i\u003e will draw readers in and ‘port us among planetary systems, each more dangerous than the next.”  —Vonda McIntyre, author of \u003ci\u003eThe Moon and The Sun\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“Julie Czerneda’s narrative style is as \u003cb\u003emasterful, intricate, and beautifully constructed\u003c\/b\u003e as the complex universe of \u003ci\u003eThis Gulf Of Time and Stars\u003c\/i\u003e.”  —Stephen Leigh, author of \u003ci\u003eThe Crow of Connemara\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“Czerneda is \u003cb\u003ea first-class builder of worlds that challenge the imagination \u003c\/b\u003eand characters who seize your heart. \u003ci\u003eThis Gulf of Time and Stars\u003c\/i\u003e is a compelling page-turner, and I was sorry to reach the end.”  —Jenna Rhodes, author of \u003ci\u003eKing of Assassins\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“Czerneda’s latest SF \u003cb\u003ebrims with sense of wonder\u003c\/b\u003e, her amazing worldbuilding, and serves plots that span worlds. Don’t miss out!”  —Tobias S. Buckell, author of \u003ci\u003eHurricane Fever\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“Warning! Gulf is \u003cb\u003enon-stop, pitch-perfect, and possibly addictive\u003c\/b\u003e,” —Doranna Durgin, author of \u003ci\u003eSentinels: Leopard Enchanted\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“\u003cb\u003eCzerneda is a scientist first\u003c\/b\u003e, asking this amazing question: What if an inherited characteristic of immense value to individuals and society was linked to a risk to the species as a whole? Sira di Sarc is Czerneda’s way of exploring this question—across worlds, species, and yes, time and stars.” —Ursula Pflug, author of \u003ci\u003eThe Alphabet Stones\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“Heartwarming, fast-paced and just downright fun, \u003cb\u003enew and existing fans of The Clan Chronicles won’t be able to put this book down\u003c\/b\u003e.” —Marie Bilodeau, Aurora-nominated author of the Destiny series\u003cb\u003eJulie E. Czerneda\u003c\/b\u003e is the author of the Species Imperative trilogy and the Stratification novels. She is a multiple Aurora Award winner, and a finalist for the John W. Campbell Award and the Philip K. Dick Award.\u003cp\u003eA Hold Full of Truffles\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “CONFIRMED, PLEXIS APPROACH. \u003ci\u003eSilver Fox, \u003c\/i\u003eKarolus reg­istry, inbound on your directions.” My oh‑so‑proper tone was an accomplishment, given our current state. Letting go of the com button, I settled back into that still- new, still- wondrous dis­traction of tangled limbs and warm torsos, the pilot seat of the \u003ci\u003eFox \u003c\/i\u003eadjusting with a familiar aggrieved whine, my hair slipping, delir­ious, around my captain’s neck. \u003ci\u003eWhere were we—\u003c\/i\u003eA slightly desperate mumble.\u003cbr\u003e I snuggled in tighter, deepening my senses to include the beat of his heart, as wild as mine. \u003ci\u003eOh, yes, here—\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eWitchling, \u003c\/i\u003ewith a dose of \u003ci\u003eregret, \u003c\/i\u003eeven as Jason Morgan lifted me up and away, setting me gently on the deck. He shoved a hand through his hair and gave me a look. Fond exasperation, that was. “We’re on final to a space station, chit.”\u003cbr\u003e I grinned, unrepentant. It wasn’t as if my Human couldn’t dock with Plexis in his sleep. “It’s routine.” Another still-new treasure.\u003cbr\u003e “Only if we don’t crash.” An arm around me, a quick, affection­ate squeeze, then my Chosen was at the control panel, all business.\u003cbr\u003e I took up my perch on the copilot’s couch. If I slid back, the couch would curl to accommodate my stature, but I liked to sit where I could watch his nimble fingers working the console. Oh, the ship could—and did—fly herself.\u003cbr\u003e Just not, in Morgan’s estimation, into something as complex as a parking spot. Especially here, on the most famous space station of all: Plexis Supermarket. Its lurid sign—“If You Want It, It’s Here”—could only be seen from space, but Raj Plexis’ gamble, turning a failed asteroid refinery into a traveling shopping com­plex, had succeeded beyond all expectations. We’d be one of tens of hundreds of ships on the move, inbound or out, while the sta­tion remained in real space. Morgan kept a wary eye on the prox­imity sensors, it being too late, he’d informed me, once alarms sounded.\u003cbr\u003e I put my arms back in my coveralls, shrugged the garment on, and fastened the front. My hair twitched in disagreement, presum­ably because Morgan’s coveralls remained around his waist, the con­trol room lights limning the muscles working under the skin of bare shoulders and back.\u003cbr\u003e Routine. A home. New to me as love was to us both. We’d come a long way since our first visit to Plexis.\u003cbr\u003e Something \u003ci\u003ecold \u003c\/i\u003earrived with the memory. I pushed it back.\u003cbr\u003e “What is it?” Morgan didn’t look around, but he’d \u003ci\u003efelt \u003c\/i\u003emy discom­fort. Chosen could, being Joined through the M’hir, that permanent link between minds and, in our case, hearts.\u003cbr\u003e “Nothing.” I tightened my innermost shields, enough to keep my foolishness to myself. “Are we there yet?”\u003cbr\u003e A preoccupied grunt was my answer, the aging ship claiming his attention. I leaned back, hands around one knee, to wait. There’d be checks to run once the \u003ci\u003eFox \u003c\/i\u003ewas clamped to the station. As Hind­most, several were my responsibility, so I recited the list to myself, determined to impress—or, more honestly, not to miss anything crucial. Unlike a planetary landing, on worlds suited to our form of life where we could open ports and breathe what arrived, here we’d have to pay for any air we “shared” with Plexis. Along with anything else, so for ships like ours, hookups were the minimum permitted by station regs.\u003cbr\u003e Possible before the \u003ci\u003eFox \u003c\/i\u003ehad sprung a few I called them “leaks,” which made my Human wince—peculiarities. We’d have to accept the full spread of links this docking, at least until our parts were delivered and installed.\u003cbr\u003e A home needing parts was also routine, if an adjustment for someone of my heritage. After all, the Clan didn’t work with tech, they employed— or \u003ci\u003einfluenced— \u003c\/i\u003eHumans to do it for them. In that, I supposed I was something new myself. My kind would get used to it.\u003cbr\u003e After this trip, with this cargo? I smiled to myself. We’d be able to afford the parts on Morgan’s lengthy list. Enough to keep us flying.\u003cbr\u003e “Say again, Plexis?” The edge to my Human’s voice would have penetrated a Carasian’s shell.\u003cbr\u003e Not so the being on the com. “You can make payment now, Captain Morgan— \u003ci\u003eshurrrrr—” \u003c\/i\u003eThe bland voice was nasal, not in itself indicative of nonhumanoid; the faint whistled pause was. “— or before you unload.”\u003cbr\u003e It—a F’Feego, according to Morgan, and “it” was appropriate, only the neuter caste dealing with aliens— had identified itself as Officer Esaliz E’Teiso, authorized representative of the Plexis De­partment of Consumables Duties and Tariffs, a seedy bit of bureau­cracy of which I’d been blissfully unaware until we’d parked the \u003ci\u003eSilver Fox\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e They’d noticed the truffles.\u003cbr\u003e We’d a hold full of the black earthy- smelling lumps, fresh from the jungles of Pocular. Merle truffles, to be exact: a rare and utterly delicious— according to others— delicacy. Morgan had helped dig these with his own hands, while I, as our custom, stayed behind in Ancoma, the Poculan shipcity, to look after ship tasks suited to being Hindmost. Our third such cargo for Huido Maarmatoo’kk— more and more species now enamored of his recipe for the things— and the first promising to turn a significant profit for us all.\u003cbr\u003e I’d a sick feeling Plexis had noticed that, too.\u003cbr\u003e “What payment? Our cargo’s a delivery for a Plexis restaurant,” Morgan retorted. \u003ci\u003eSomething’s not right, \u003c\/i\u003ehe sent with a tinge of \u003ci\u003efrus­tration. Plexis takes its cut off the end product— portions served. \u003c\/i\u003e“There’s some mistake, Officer E’Teiso. I’d like to speak to your superior.” \u003cbr\u003e “I— \u003ci\u003eshurrr— \u003c\/i\u003eam in charge of what is designated an import under our regulations. Truffles fall within a new category:— \u003ci\u003eshurrr— \u003c\/i\u003eItems Imported For Local Consumption. As such, you owe—”\u003cbr\u003e At the outrageous amount, I covered my mouth with both hands to stifle words I’d learned in the not- nice part of shipcities.\u003cbr\u003e “The sum includes the missed fees for the previous two cargoes— \u003ci\u003eshurrr— \u003c\/i\u003eno late penalty added,” the F’Feego finished magnani­mously. “Your ship will— \u003ci\u003eshurrr— \u003c\/i\u003eremain attached to Plexis pending settlement.”\u003cbr\u003e A threat even I, late‑to‑space, understood.\u003cbr\u003e If we paid, now and doubtless for any future truffles, Huido’s venture was over before it really started, any and all profit going to Plexis.\u003cbr\u003e If we didn’t, we could lose the ship, an outcome only too likely given Huido, in a fit of optimism, had sunk everything solvent into our cargo. We’d nothing of our own. As the expression went, the \u003ci\u003eSilver Fox \u003c\/i\u003eflew on promises. If the \u003ci\u003eClaws \u0026amp; Jaws \u003c\/i\u003ecouldn’t pay us, we couldn’t pay for those essential new‑to‑us parts.\u003cbr\u003e Foreclosure by Plexis. Grounded by failing engines, followed by foreclosure by Plexis. I didn’t see much difference.\u003cbr\u003e Morgan replied, his tone mild, “Thank you for this information, Officer. We’ll be in touch.” His finger found the com button and pressed. Lingered. “Interesting.”\u003cbr\u003e I’d other words for it, but swallowed them when he walked to a plain portion of wall. Putting fingertips together, my Human con­centrated.\u003cbr\u003e A hidden console flipped out: controls for equipment that should have been removed when the former patrol ship was decommis­sioned. Morgan worked them in silence for a moment, then stepped back, watching until the console returned to its hiding place. His eyes found mine and there was nothing mild in their expression. “I’ve enabled secured‑in‑hostile- territory mode. No one can enter the \u003ci\u003eFox \u003c\/i\u003eor tamper with her exterior without— unfortunate— consequences.”\u003cbr\u003e From the now- frantic flash of the com light, Plexis noticed that, too. Oh, good.\u003cbr\u003e More fines. \u003cbr\u003e “We could just ’port the truffles to the \u003ci\u003eClaws \u0026amp; Jaws,\u003c\/i\u003e” I sug­gested. Within my Power, certainly, and likely, with Morgan’s own growing Talent, his as well. “No one would know.”\u003cbr\u003e A wry grin. “We’re attached to the station, chit. An unusual shift in the ship’s mass will set off every alarm they have.” Morgan rolled his shoulders, then nodded. “First things first. We tell Huido. In person.”\u003cbr\u003e Because the Carasian tended to break things when upset, start­ing with his com unit. “I’ll ’port us to his apartment.”\u003cbr\u003e “We walk,” he ordered before I could form the locate, that mem­ory of \u003ci\u003eplace \u003c\/i\u003emy Clan Power could use to draw us through the M’hir. A half smile. “You told me you wanted to see more of the station.”\u003cbr\u003e It was a delaying tactic, I judged, to give Morgan time to plan how to break the news to our headstrong friend, but I made myself smile. “That I did.”\u003cbr\u003e Just not today.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"DAW","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46305475821797,"sku":"NP9780756413934","price":20.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780756413934.jpg?v=1767738704","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/the-clan-chronicles-tales-from-plexis-isbn-9780756413934","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}