Cinderella's Spaceship

Rafaela grew up in the Cinder Sector of the outer belts, an isolated region that her step mother and step sisters can't bear. She's eligible to enter the Prince's race, if she can get her mother's old scout ship repaired in time, but she also needs to discover what her mother really left behind. Prince Brendan needs to catch a bride that he can trust. He was born with Corporate records written into his genes in a Solar System brewing with political strife. He bets his future on a race, but will he find out what this Cinder girl's family is tangled up in? With interstellar travel still confined below the speed of light, the vast majority of humanity now carries the extra pair of chromosomes packed with an inheritance of genetic memories. Those who don't carry the extra genes have been disregarded for centuries. Humanity needs to let go of the past in order to expand their future. Will a young woman, a young man, and a dragon be able to forge a brighter future between two stars? Cover redesigned by Bloom759, face based off Artflow.ai generation. --- On hold because I'm getting the shattered shunt removed finally! (The list of possible complications is a bit scary, but not compared to living with my brain fluid leaking out.)

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C: To Sleep

Rafaela closed her eyes firmly, and attempted to sleep with far more determination than was useful in achieving the goal.

The copy was nearly finished, and she would be leaving within 12 hours. Her eyes wanted to pop open, but she held them closed. She tried to remember the last time she had struggled to fall asleep.

The question was more distracting than she had expected. How long ago had it been, she wondered. Her normal had become something where sleep was snatched in pieces that either never felt quite long enough, or were spaced a bit too far apart.

When was the last time Brennant had slept, was the next question that popped into her mind. The one time she'd dared to ask him, he'd informed her that he'd sleep when he was dead. Since he had resembled a corpse more and more as each day passed, she had been rather afraid that his answer had been literal.

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