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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: Written Memory

Rafaela slept… a lot. Not because she wanted to, but because the medical unit she was in would put her to sleep at Frederick's command. As far as she could tell, she was fully healed, but she wasn't certain that the unit wasn't currently protecting her somehow from the ship's acceleration.

She didn't feel any of the bone crushing force that she'd felt when the cargo rings had launched the scout ship, or even as much as had pulled at her as she'd catapulted around Gyrfalcon weeks ago. But if the Dragon Empire's ship were traveling as fast as the ones that Kensa had tracked, the acceleration should be far more extreme. She didn't know how a unit like the one that held her might fully negate such force the way it apparently was, but she was busy creating theories.