They called it the Glutton Star. Not a name born of poetry, but of panic. It had already eaten three human colonies and two Thresh outposts, cracking planets like eggs and drinking the magma yolk. No warning. No pattern. Just a cold, hungry gravity well that moved faster than light, which ought to be impossible, except the universe doesn’t care what you think is possible. - The last clause - The spore accord - The ghost in the war machine Three sci-fi stories complete and unabridged