Just thought I’d share a little bit of book 8 that’s made me chuckle to myself as I’m writing it.
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“We’re so far from home…maybe it’s time to find a new one,” Chang said.
“Agreed. But let’s keep this between us,” Gunn said in a low voice. “I don’t need this lot attempting a mutiny and stuffing me down the trash compactor chute as a result.”
It was all Chang could do not to laugh. The thought of Meryl Gunn being overpowered in her own engine room was just too funny to even contemplate.