“PINT OF BITTER and your comm number.”It’s worth noting that Jekkara Press takes its name from an ancient city located on the Mars of Leigh Brackett.
The big-breasted bartender regarded Bulays with amusement, because she’d certainly heard that one before.
“Bit desperate, aren’t you?” Called a deep female voice from a seat in the shadowy far corner of the bar.
The woman that stood as she spoke was tall and built and muscled like a lioness. She walked with a flat-hipped arrogance, more than a match for the swagger of Bulays. Her hair was like coiled midnight. She wore a kilt and sandals, her magnificent body bare above the waist. She carried a longsword sheathed across her back...
(Artwork by Vickie Shan)