Soar is an international poet and storyteller living in Berlin, author of four books on the themes of love, human values, life and positive thinking.

"The Feuerschwert was cold against my skin. Though secured to my waist, I feared the ravenglass might cut into my flesh, bringing out its dormant power."

"She sat down and glanced at him. "You look exhausted, sir. Are you sure you wouldn't rather do this tomorrow? There's no rush."

"After all the jobs he’d lost, space had started to look like his last chance to do something fun. The novelty had worn off almost as soon as he’d gotten out there."

"Then she confirms it: she tells you that her mission is a go. She is so excited, her face is radiant with possibility, and her eyes sparkle with the light of distant stars. You manage to smile, and it is the hardest thing you’ve ever had to endure."

"Jaz flexed an inner muscle, married blissfully to his Base, and triple checked the gig. Details of the data sets matched, and while the meat-interp was “crummy”, crucial detail like address and appearance lined up. Muscles danced and flesh answered, expressing distaste at the places he was sent, but they couldn’t all be Lifts. Lowbies had lives too."

"Shivering so violently they could hardly control their fingers, the five tied strips of bear hide and wolf skin around their waists and bound cords strung with claws and teeth to their arms. One tied the skull of a freshly killed wolf atop his head."

"The Conductor-General steps into the spotlight and raises her arms. Viewers on a hundred worlds sit forward in their seats. The staging screen lights to show the location of tonight’s combat. Puccini sector."

"For the past two years, he had woken up in a different place and time every time he went to sleep. One day he was the CEO of a multi-billion dollar tool company and the next morning he woke up penniless, homeless, lost and alone. He had decided months ago that the loneliness was the worst part of his new life."

"Chip sat on the top of a crumbling stone wall and pecked at some seeds in the cracks. Our conversations became bleaker and bleaker, just like our marriage. The end of the world only made it clearer that we had nothing to do with each other anymore."