Brightly Burning
By Alexa Donne
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“One of the most anticipated YA debuts of 2018, Brightly Burning is a gothic, romantic mystery with hints of Jane Eyre, Marissa Meyer, and Kiera Cass.” —Entertainment Weekly
“Brightly Burning delivers a brooding gothic mystery and a swoony romance, all set in space. Donne’s atmospheric, twisty update of a cherished classic will keep you up late into the night!” —Elly Blake, NYT bestselling author of the Frostblood Saga
Stella Ainsley leaves poverty behind when she quits her engineering job aboard the Stalwart to become a governess on a private ship. On the Rochester, there’s no water ration, more books than one person could devour in a lifetime, and an AI who seems more friend than robot.
But no one warned Stella that the ship seems to be haunted, nor that it may be involved in a conspiracy that could topple the entire interstellar fleet. Surrounded by mysteries, Stella finds her equal in the brooding but kind nineteen-year-old Captain Hugo. When several attempts on his life spark more questions than answers, and the beautiful Bianca Ingram appears at Hugo’s request, his unpredictable behavior causes Stella’s suspicions to mount. Without knowing who to trust, Stella must decide whether to follow her head or her heart.
Alexa Donne’s lush and enthralling reimagining of the classic Jane Eyre, set among the stars, will seduce and beguile you.
Alexa Donne
Alexa Donne is the author of young adult thrillers The Ivies, a YALSA Teens’ Top Ten Winner, and the Edgar Award Nominated Pretty Dead Queens, as well as young adult sci-fi romance retellings Brightly Burning and The Stars We Steal. By day, she lives in Los Angeles and works in television marketing. The rest of the time she contemplates creative motives for murder and takes too many pictures of her cats. You can find her in most places @alexadonne.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A fun adaptation of Jane Eyre, the winks and nods to the original story were very entertaining and the story stood well on its own. By the end I wasn't 100% sure where it was going to go but that's okay it took me along with it
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5A young adult Jane Eyre retelling in which the Earth has undergone an ice-age and people live in ships orbiting the planet. Seventeen year old Stella is desperate to leave the Stalwart, which is poor and run down, and applies for a position as a governess on a privately-owned ship, the Rochester.I was pleasantly surprised by the way Donne altered the events of Jane Eyre to fit her futuristic setting, rather than altering her setting to fit the events Jane Eyre. Stella has a lot in common with Jane, but because the story is told through her voice, there’s room enough to establish her as her own character. The others differ to varying degrees from their Bronte counterparts, which means allows the story to become even more of its own thing. I liked that there were unexpected twists, and that changes to things like characters motivations made sense in context. (I want a retelling to be sufficiently different, because otherwise I might as well just reread Jane Eyre.)I think this is largely, but perhaps not completely, successful as a retelling. Some of the Jane Eyre bits felt a bit rushed -- had more time been spent on those, I might have been more invested in some of Stella’s relationships and choices. I also would have liked more of Rori, the Rochester’s AI. “But you don’t seem really connected to anyone. Close.” His keen gaze, his on-the-nose assessment, rendered me naked; hot from collar to boots, fighting a squirm that tempted me to flee the room. “I might throw the same accusation back at you,” I said, my cool rapidly slipping. And then he smiled! As if I’d pleased him. “That’s fair,” he replied. “Everyone on board this ship is a bit like a solitary planet. We orbit the same sun, but on lonely tracks. At least we all have that in common.”
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Years in the future the earth has moved into a new ice age and most of the human population is living on space craft biding time till the earth heats up. Stella Ainsley gets a transfer to a different more attractive ship where she overseas a young girl and helps with the ship's repair. Ultimately she is smitten by the ship's captain Hugo Lots of ups and downs in their relationship complicated by a bad guy and a virus spreading through the star fleet. Strictly young adult fare.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5So, Jane Eyre is my all-time favorite book, meaning for me this retelling was a delight to read. Seeing some of my favorite characters re-imagined and the story set among a very different world gave this book both the comfort of a familiar story and the intrigue of a new place. My only compliant would be that I wished the book was a little longer, since I want to know more about Stella and Hugo's life together - but alas, the story ends much like the original in that regard. In short, I loved this book and I hope to read more from this author.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Stella Ainsley works partly as a teacher, partly as an engineer keeping the rustbucket ship called the Stalwart she lives in functional despite its lack of pretty much everything. She's an orphan whose aunt abandoned her and her only way to some of the other richer, more fuctional ships is as a governess. Unexpected, a private ship called the Rochester hires her and she experiences riches she's never seen: a hige variety of food, no limits on water usage, a closet full of decent clothing, and even actual physical books. Stella can't believe her luck, but a couple things worry her. First, the captain Hugo Fairfax exhibits erratic behavior, nice to her one second in private and then rude in public plus his penchant for drink. Second, she hears laughter in the hallways and mysterious things happen like random fires being set. Is it safe for her to be on the vessel or should she return to Stalwart?Brightly Burning is an inventive retelling of Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre set in space. 210 years ago, a super volcano erupted on Earth, causing an ice age that could last for centuries more. All nations sent up ships, but poorer, less resource rich ships are being phased out or just can't run anymore. Infodumping is necessary to set up the world, but this was done within a lesson to Stella's students. It felt much more organic and skillful to do this. Because of how life is pretty hard in space, people die much younger. 35 is considered to be old, especially on the Stalwart without many medical supplies, food, and water. The difference between rich and poor is astonomical without any hope for the poor to better their situation. Stella's situation is pretty dire, but she does her best to keep the Stalwart afloat, help her young charges, and juggle a couple of crushes.The Rochester couldn't be more different than the Stalwart from the decadent amount of resources available, to the amount of people, and the very different nature of those people. On the Stalwart, people are rather open and honest while the Rochester crew of 8 seems pretty secretive but polite. When they are alone and going through normal operations, many social protocols are relaxed like having the working crew eat with Hugo and Hugo speaking informally to everyone. I thought this social aspect was a little out of place in the futuristic setting. Hugo is much different than Rochester, which is good since he's hard to like in a modern sense. This incarnation still lords his wealth, power, and privilege over Stella when he wants to plus his overexcessive drinking makes him intolerable.Brightly Burning is an enjoyable read that transports the Jane Eyre story to the future. I was enjoying it and totally onboard until the last quarter of the novel. An additional unexpected secret is hamhandedly revealed and resolved in an unrealistic, convenient way. The ending felt rushed and not as immersive or detailed as the rest of the story. I would read another Alexa Donne book since the book did suck me in for most of it, but the ending is a bit of a disappointment.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This fun retelling of Jane Eyre for young adults has a science fiction twist. It is set in outer space on ships that left Earth after a “supervolcano” led to an ice age. No one in space knows if the ice age is over - predictions at the time of the volcano ranged from 200 years to over a thousand.Stella Ainsley, 17, is an engineer aboard The Stalwart, one of the dumpier ships in the fleet. She was orphaned at age 7, and literally shipped off from a nicer vessel by her Aunt Reed. Stella has been putting in applications to get a job as a teacher or governess, and finally got an offer from a private spacecraft, The Rochester. On that ship, which orbits the moon, Stella will serve as governess to 10-year-old Jessa, and will also provide auxiliary support to the chief engineer, Claire Poole.When Stella finally gets to The Rochester, she discovers there are some mysteries aboard, including a mysterious cackling laugh she sometimes hears at night, as well as inexplicable attempts on the life of the 19-year-old captain, Hugo Fairfax. Hugo seems to like her, but she isn’t sure:“He was looking at me now, pulling me into his orbit with those eyes that spoke volumes without saying a word. But they were mystery volumes; I could never tell if Hugo wanted to kiss me or throw me out into space.”But then Hugo invites a large party from another ship, The Ingram, to come on board for a lengthy visit. The party includes Blanche, the beautiful daughter of its captain. Blanche seems clearly determined to marry Hugo, and Stella can't imagine he would want to forgo the opportunity.The broad outlines of what happens next are clear to fans of Jane Eyre, but Donne manages to add innovative twists to keep readers turning the pages.Evaluation: This light and entertaining book will please fans of Jane Eyre, especially those who can accept this romance set among the stars instead of on the moors.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I got this book through the Amazon Vine program. I enjoyed this science fiction retelling of Jane Eyre. It was an entertaining and easy read. Donne does an excellent job of building solid world set in the near future. Humanity is dealing with an ice age that forced them to abandon the surface of Earth and instead orbit Earth in space ships. Many elements in this story are close parallels to the original Jane Eyre story.I enjoyed the characters as well and thought they had great chemistry. The ending comes off as a bit rushed; but did a good job of tying up all the loose ends and was upbeat. Overall this was a great read; entertaining and fun to read. I would recommend to fans of YA sci-fi; there are some neat ideas and good world-building in here.
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Brightly Burning - Alexa Donne
Chapter One
The gravity stabilizers were failing again. I glanced up from my sketchpad to see globules of liquid dancing up from my drinking glass. They shimmered red, like droplets of blood, though I knew it was just cherry-flavored nutri-drink. Dammit, that’s my protein ration for the day wasted.
A sigh escaped me, and resignedly I stowed my drawing tablet and stylus in the drawer under my mattress. They would be calling me any minute.
A moment later, right on time: Stella Ainsley, please report to Area Twelve.
The speaker crackled and popped, as it had done for years. I’d tried to fix it, but on a ship as old as the Stalwart, there was only so much you could do.
I tucked my long hair as best I could into a bun atop my head—harder than one might think with your hair floating in all directions—then I grabbed my toolkit and headed into the corridor, half bouncing, half floating with each step. Orange lights flickered on and off, rendering the hallway dimmer than usual, quite the feat, considering Ward Z was generally known as Dark Ward. A few small windows were cut in between brushed-chrome walls that hummed with the shudder of the engines, but starlight was insufficient to light the inside of a ship. Ward Z was the domicile of the Stalwart’s lowliest; why squander precious electricity on waste specialists and mechanics? Most of the ship’s light energy was diverted to the fields. The Stalwart was the single largest provider of food in the fleet. I made a note to fix the light later, nonetheless.
It was a short journey to the supply bay, my quarters being conveniently close; I moved quickly from orange flickering over dull chrome down two levels to the antiseptic white glow of the ship’s belly. The Stalwart was at least clever enough to allocate decent energy reserves to the working parts of the ship; it would do no good to repair essential systems if I couldn’t see.
There you are,
Jatinder greeted me, wiping a sweat-slicked hand against an equally sweaty forehead. Small droplets floated up from the tips of his fingers. I could barely hear him above the grind of the engines.
You couldn’t call Karlson?
I asked, bouncing over to the secondary systems panel. I have to lead class in less than an hour.
That’s more than enough time.
Jatinder tsked. And if it takes longer, Ancient Earth Sciences will wait. I need you and your lovely, tiny hands.
My hands are perfectly normal sized,
I mumbled as I set to work on the machine, which alternately whooshed and wheezed. Did you already try hitting it?
I asked Jatinder, who grunted in the affirmative. Nevertheless, I gave the thing a good smack before resorting to more invasive techniques. But still I floated.
Jatinder attempted small talk as we worked. You heard about any of your applications?
One said no. Two still pending,
I said. It’s hard to find engineering positions, as you know.
My hand slipped noisily against a pipe.
Oh, my God,
he said in Hindi, one of the few phrases I’d learned by this point, as he said it so much. You must think me completely naive.
What?
I played dumb, though heat rose to my cheeks at being caught in my lie. Jatinder knew me too well after more than three years of working together.
We both know you aren’t applying anywhere as an engineer. You hate the job, despite being very good at it—and not at all humble, I might add—and unless someone on another ship dies with no apprentice in place, you’re not getting an engineering transfer.
I opened my mouth to reply, but he kept going. I had hoped you’d get over your foolish dreams of being taken on by some miracle ship to teach, but what is this? Your third round of applications?
My cheeks burned furiously hot, from embarrassment, anger, and just a bit of despair. Jatinder was pessimistic—and pedantic—to a fault, but he wasn’t wrong. Yet I clung to hope that I might escape the fate of being stuck in the bowels of an ailing food-supply ship for the rest of my life. Or worse, being jettisoned down to Earth whenever the Stalwart inevitably failed, doomed to certain death on the frozen planet below. The last ship that had deorbited over a year ago hadn’t been heard from since. Crew probably all froze to death.
Plenty of ships need teachers,
I offered, my voice small.
He threw me a look that dripped with pity. "Stella, you know the good private ships don’t take on governesses from the likes of the Stalwart. You’re even less likely to get off this place as a governess than you are as an engineer. Unless that family of yours wants you back, you’re stuck here."
My family? I could hear my aunt Reed’s shrill tone in my ear as if she were standing next to me: You have caused me nothing but grief. I am happy to see the back of you. Those were her parting words to me. No, I was sure my family
did not want me back.
I swallowed his harsh truth down like cold tea, pushing it past my throat, into my stomach, where I wouldn’t have to think of it. Squaring my shoulders, I set to fixing the gravity stabilizer with extra verve. I hope your brother gets back soon,
I said sharply. Jatinder, barely older than I, was only temporarily in charge until Navid returned from a resource mission. I knew comparisons to his older sibling always chafed. He said he’d try to get me a new tablet while he was away. Mine has been on the fritz.
I don’t know why you bother. There’s nothing to paint but gray walls and billions of stars.
I use my imagination. You should try it sometime.
It took a solid forty-five minutes, but I managed to remove the extra bounce from everyone’s steps by returning the ship’s gravity settings to normal.
See? Just in time to go teach the bright young minds of tomorrow,
Jatinder said, tossing me a soiled rag. I found a relatively clean corner and wiped my greasy hands off as best I could.
I’ll see you next shift, Jatinder.
I rushed to get up to the school deck in less than fifteen minutes. Considering the Stalwart was several miles long and eight levels deep, that was no easy feat.
Having fixed the gravity problem at least, I moved up the decks more efficiently than I had on my way down, zipping through narrow corridors I’d practically memorized during my six years on board. Past residency wards U through Y, where officials long ago stopped caring about the colorful graffiti adorning the walls—some of which was my own. The warm orange and purples of a sunset over Paris, a city I’d studied but was likely now a frozen ruin, blurred by on my left just before I hit the stairwell that would take me up, up, up.
I arrived out of breath but with a minute to spare, my adrenaline rush of joy dissolving with a fizzle as soon as I saw the look on George’s face. I knew that look. Someone had died.
What happened?
I asked, ignoring the little flip my stomach did as George hovered close.
Arden’s mom,
he said with a sigh. It happened fast. Med bay couldn’t do anything for her.
Of course they couldn’t. On the list of things that were always in short supply: water, air, spare parts, food, medical supplies. I taught Earth History, so I knew people used to live eighty, ninety, even a hundred years. Not anymore. Jatinder’s brother, Navid, was considered on the older side at the ripe age of thirty-four. George and I weren’t the only orphans on board, though we were two of the only single almost-eighteen-year-olds left. Half our class was already married.
George settled a large, warm hand over my shoulder, giving it a squeeze. See you at dinner later?
I nodded, and George smiled just a bit, making me melt. I turned, crossing with a slight hesitation over the threshold into the room. It was a morbid location on the best of days—windowless, gray, illuminated by buzzing neon light—and when death came to call, the gloom clung to the walls, seeping through the rivets like motor grease. The kids were quiet, a wholly unnatural state of being for their age, and the pupil who ordinarily would be the happiest to see me met me with red-rimmed eyes and a quivering lower lip.
Oh, Arden,
I said, engulfing her in a hug. She sniffled into the slick fabric of my coat, and I glanced over at my thirty-odd pupils, sitting behind their communal-style desks with eyes politely averted. Enough of them had suffered the loss of a parent or family member that no one would judge a fellow student for crying in class.
What should I say? Surely not the platitudes they’d said to me, a seven-year-old shocked numb by the passing first of a father—accidental death, on the job—followed swiftly by a grief-stricken mother, by her own hand. Something about God’s will, and how at least now there’d be two fewer mouths to feed. While a pragmatic person, I wasn’t heartless.
You can skip today’s lesson if you want. You won’t get in trouble,
I said gently, easing my way out of her grip and toward my desk. She nodded solemnly, retreating to a shadowy corner where the recessed lighting in the ceiling didn’t quite reach.
Good afternoon, class,
I began with a deep breath, retrieving my lesson planner from the communal drawer all the student teachers used and flipping to where our last lesson had left off. Who can tell me how a volcanic explosion can lead to an ice age?
A hand shot up. Carter, one of my eagerest pupils, always reading ahead for the pleasure of it. Despite the melancholy, I caught more than a few kids rolling their eyes in Carter’s direction. I called on him, knowing failure to do so would send him into a tizzy.
When a supervolcano explodes, all the dust it releases into the air blocks the sunlight,
he said. Competent enough for an eleven-year-old.
That’s just one part of it,
I said, but good job. And how long can an ice age last?
Carter’s hand flew up again, but this time I waited a beat longer. A boy named Jefferson took the bait.
Ten thousand years?
Not the big one,
I said. I was thinking more of how long this current one is predicted to last.
Because there was no point in making a roomful of children panic.
Two hundred years,
a girl in the second row called out.
That’s what we’re hoping,
I said. And when it comes time to go back down to the surface, all your farming skills will come in handy.
I toed the Stalwart’s line perfectly, following the lesson plan they’d given me to a T, even if it made my teeth ache to push out the words. I knew an ice age caused by a supervolcano explosion could last a thousand years, and two hundred was a lowball estimate. Your assignment for today is to write a short story about your ancestors who left Earth. What do you think they thought about the supervolcano? How did they find out about the evacuation, and what was it like to leave Earth behind and live in spaceships for the first time?
I pointedly didn’t mention all those who had been left behind. It was possible for human beings to survive an ice age; history indicated as much. But the percentage would be paltry; the casualties high. I tried not to think about all who had perished, though it was hundreds of years ago.
The students set to writing—it would be a class with a lot of downtime. I decided to seek out Arden, lest she be left too long to her own thoughts. I found her huddled in the back, crying over a potted plant.
I don’t understand,
she sniffled, her voice hoarse.
I know.
I crouched down to her level, laying a comforting hand on her back. It’s not fair.
But I watered it and everything!
Arden gestured at the plant, which, now that I considered it, was looking a bit droopy.
If I can’t figure out how to make it grow, I’ll never get to be a farmer, and what if they stick me with something awful, like engineering?
she let out in a string of breathless words, then snapped a hand over her mouth. I’m so sorry, Stella, I didn’t think—
It’s okay. Engineering isn’t all that bad, but I know it’s not for everyone.
It was barely for me, but I’d take it over farming, personally. Arden, however, came from a long line of farmers—everyone on the Stalwart did—and I understood her angst. Everyone had to pull their weight on board, and working the fields was one of the more stable, fulfilling jobs.
Did you put it under the sunlamp?
I asked. She nodded in the affirmative. Okay, then how much did you water it?
What do you mean?
Well, you can water a plant too much, effectively drowning it,
I said gently.
Arden’s face fell. I used my water rations to give it more. I thought it would help.
Oh, Arden.
I sighed. Drinking your daily water ration is very important. You’ll get dehydrated.
Especially with all the tears she’d be expending over the coming weeks and months. Come with me.
I directed her to the front of the room and out into the corridor, where I unzipped a stealth pocket in my skirt and handed her my half-drunk day’s rations. She greedily sucked it down, offering me her first smile of the day.
Listen,
I began, and her reaction was immediate—she obviously did not want to talk about her mother. So I veered into safer territory. You’re really bright, Arden, one of my best students. I’m sure you’d make a fine farmer, but it’s not so bad if you end up doing something else. What don’t you like about engineering?
It’s dirty,
she said, eyeing my less-than-pristine hands, then lingering on my face. Great, I must have a smudge on my face. And George didn’t say anything. Jerk. And,
Arden continued, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, I really, really don’t like the dark.
It’s actually not that dark down there,
I reassured her. But you shouldn’t be afraid of the dark, either. Think of it this way—the dark helps us to better see the stars, so it can’t be all bad. Don’t you like the stars?
Arden nodded, glancing over at a large recessed window, through which distant stars could only just be seen. I wandered over, knowing Arden would follow, leaning so close to the thick glass that my breath fogged it up. I cupped my hands on either side of my face to block the haze of light from behind, squinting out at the myriad heavenly bodies.
After I lost my mum and dad, I started talking to the stars,
I said. Someone told me that when we die, we are released out there, turned into something burning and brilliant. I don’t know if it’s true, but it brings me comfort. Maybe you can talk to the stars too. They’re excellent listeners.
Thanks, Stella,
Arden whispered, leaning heavily against my side. And then she turned and was gone.
The ship shuddered, and I found myself careening backwards, landing hard on my tailbone as all the lights blinked out, leaving the ship in darkness.
Chapter Two
I blinked against the pitch-black, spots of color dancing across my vision, smarting from the pain radiating through my backside.
Arden?
I called out, feeling blindly with my fingers across the cool surface of the floor and wall, hoping to find her warm body.
Stella, I’m scared.
She sounded close. I rose to a crawl, moving toward the sound of her voice until I bumped into what felt like her side. Feeling for her arm, then her hand, I intertwined our fingers.
Arden, we’re going to stand up now, and I’ll lead you back to the classroom. It’s just a blackout, and there’s an emergency light inside. Then I’m going to go fix this.
All I heard in return was a soft whimper, but she stood up all the same.
As we gingerly crossed through the hatch door to the classroom, I said in my calmest, most commanding voice, Everyone stay where you are and don’t panic.
I was surprised to find my voice shaky. I needed to maintain my grip so I wouldn’t scare them.
This was not an ordinary blackout—that much was clear to me; that shudder preceding lights-out signaled some sort of engine failure, and the lack of emergency lights or any call over the intercom for my services told me we were looking at auxiliary system failure as well. I made quick steps to my desk from memory, and rustled through the large bottom desk drawer for the emergency lantern. As soon as it sprang to life, illuminating the front of the room in a dull orange light, a sigh cascaded from front row to back.
I called on a girl named Kayla to read her story, and then as quietly as possible, I darted back out into the hallway, peering down both ends. My vision had mostly adjusted to where I could make out the general outline of the walls, barely aided by the soft, useless glow from the windows. But no one appeared to be coming to our aid. I could just picture Jatinder down below, cursing up a storm at Karlson while I remained notably absent.
Then, the best sound in the entire world:
Stella? Are you guys okay?
George’s voice echoed down the hallway. He stepped into the classroom and, oh, God, I could tell he was wet—just showered. He smelled amazing, like fresh-cut grass, or what they told us it smelled like, anyway. I realized I was reacting wholly inappropriately—this was an emergency, and I was swooning over a freshly showered boy.
We’re fine,
I reassured him. But can you watch them? I need to get down to engineering.
George nodded, then indicated I should come close. Yes, please. It’s serious, isn’t it?
he asked in a low voice.
It might be,
I said. Just don’t tell them that.
He gave me a look. I may be just a farm boy, but I’m not stupid.
You are not just a farm boy,
I chided. George was always selling himself short, so thankful for a place to belong that he lost sight of his many gifts. Like his ability to put up with a taciturn best friend like me. If the lights turn back on, you’ll know everything is fine,
I said, my version of a bad joke. George’s mouth remained in a firm line.
I turned back to face the class. George is going to hang out with you guys—maybe if you’re lucky, he’ll walk you through some more math drills.
I heard several groans. Then I threw a special wave over at Arden and sprinted out the door.
I’d made my way through the ship in the dark enough times to move quickly and efficiently, tripping only a few times—mostly over my own feet. There was a hum in the air, like a machine taking a nap while powered down, which gave me hope that the ship wasn’t dead. Something was on, just not the lights. As I skirted past the field levels, I heard chatter, even laughter. The residents of the Stalwart didn’t seem particularly concerned. The blackouts happened every few weeks now.
Then, as I made the small jump from the bottom of the ladder taking me to Area 12, the emergency lights zoomed on, a low-intensity blue light lining the ground as far as the eye could see.
Stella, you layabout, where have you been?
Jatinder greeted me with a frown but very little heat behind his words. A smudge of grease extended from his forehead down to his chin, and he was dripping sweat down his brow. Things were clearly in chaos. Karlson was already there, down on his knees, his upper half disappearing into a mechanical panel. I could hear the muffled clang of his wrench at work. I rushed to grab my kit from my locker.
What’s the situation?
I asked, retrieving my gloves and swapping out my day coat for my work cover.
Engine Two failed, knocking out most secondary systems, most notably the lights,
Jatinder said. It’s salvageable—and luckily the primary engine is fine, but we had to power it down temporarily to access Engine Two’s panel without killing ourselves. I’ve already been in there; got the emergency lights back on, as you can see.
And just in time,
I said. Any longer, and I would imagine there would be panic.
Jatinder only shrugged. "This ship is used to calamity. And we’re not called the Stalwart for nothing. Now, you and Karlson, I want you to work on getting Engine Two back up—diagnose the problem, fix it, then file the report. Are you done with the air-filtration issue?"
We heard a grunt and then a bang. Karlson extricated himself from the floor, bringing himself up to his full height, which was a good foot taller than both Jatinder and me. While nepotism had gotten Karlson his initial assignment to the engineering team—it helped when your uncle was the captain—his natural gifts for machine systems far outstripped mine.
You ready?
he asked, slipping his headlamp on as I did the same. This might take a few hours, but I promise not to wear you out.
He winked, but his dirty sense of humor had zero effect. A few years ago, I would have blushed, stuttered out my reply, but after working in close quarters with Karlson for three years, I just pretended to be amused and moved on.
But he was something nice to look at while I put in hard labor for the next few hours, which was the bright side I comforted myself with as I headed through a heavy metal hatch into the darkness.
I somewhat regretted giving up the remainder of my water rations to Arden. I had sweated out half my body weight, it seemed, getting the engines back online and all systems back up and running. But now they were, so smoothly that none of the hundred or so bodies packed into the mess hall for dinner seemed at all flummoxed by the two-hour blackout.
George was all smiles when I found him at the back of the room at a table surrounded by six girls from our age group: Becca, Cassidy, Eartha, Faith, Joy, and Destiny. Descended from American Midwestern farmers who’d won the lottery to join the Stalwart, and perpetually sunny, they found me a bit odd and let me know it—politely, but still. They all wanted a piece of George, one of the better specimens for marriage in our group, and the only one with an adorable Empire accent. Never mind that I was also from the Empire and had the requisite Old-World British accent myself, but apparently it was only swoon-worthy from a boy.
Dinner was a mush stew with little nutritional value to recommend it (that’s what the protein rations were for), and while we ate, the digital message scroll that ran along the top of the wall let residents on board know the news of the day, as well as who had e-post waiting. I found my eyes glued to the screen for the daily weather
update.
Year 210, day 65. Earth condition: Change in ice cover minimal. Status: Fleet advised to remain in orbit until future notice.
I glanced around; no one seemed to be paying much attention. The report rarely changed. We were used to it, the status quo: the ice age seemed to be lasting longer than anticipated, we should stay in space as long as possible, etc. On the nicer ships, this wasn’t a problem—ships like the Empire or the Lady Liberty were kept up in repairs, extending their shelf life beyond what their builders had originally intended. Optimistic estimates said those ships could stay in orbit another twenty, thirty years at least. But the Stalwart . . . she wouldn’t last that long. We were already past our expiration date. One of the chief reasons I was desperate to get off. If the fleet was going to cling to space as long as possible, I wanted to as well.
The e-post notification part of the scroll had started; I scanned eagerly for my name. It had been weeks since I’d answered the job advertisements I’d found on the fleet community board; surely the other two would reply soon.
Stella? Hello?
George snapped his fingers in front of my face to get my attention. Why are you so spacy today? Was it that bad down there?
I found all eyes glued on me. Eartha and Faith had the good sense to look scared, so apparently not everyone on board was clueless as to how badly things could go on an old, dying ship. It was fine,
I said. I’m just waiting for some post.
Who would write to you?
Destiny said. There was no particular rancor behind it, but it hurt, nonetheless. Indeed, who would write to the orphan with the relatives who hated her?
I had to fess up. I fastidiously avoided looking at George as I did. I applied to some jobs off-ship. Teaching jobs, that sort of thing.
The silence that followed was awkward. The girls barely concealed their looks of pity—they clearly agreed with Jatinder that a transfer would never happen, that I was wasting my time and burning up hope—and George’s mouth formed a straight line, his jaw so tight, I was sure he was clenching his teeth together with all his might. I had gone behind his back, and he was pissed.
Just when I thought it couldn’t possibly get worse, Faith, like a testament to her name, piped up, Well, you have a message.
She pointed to the scroll, and indeed, there was my name. A giddiness I couldn’t control spiked from the pit of my stomach up into my heart—what if it was an offer?—only to plummet straight back down, forming a pit of dread at the base of my spine. And what if it wasn’t?
I should go check that,
I said, getting up from the table.
My feet carried me from the mess hall to the community room, where most of the desktop tabs were thankfully unoccupied. I logged in, pulling up my message portal, and there it was, right at the top in tantalizingly bold writing.
Application for teaching position on board the Scandinavian
I clicked on it, holding my breath as the message loaded. And immediately let it out in a dejected puff. We regret to inform you . . .
It was like a kick in the gut, or being vented out into space without warning. I glanced out the window, and of course, just my luck—there it was. The Scandinavian went merrily about its business orbiting the Earth, not caring one whit that it had just dashed my dreams. I could see the Empire, too, much farther away, but immediately apparent in its elegance. It wasn’t a hunk of barely functioning metal like the Stalwart. The Empire was constructed as a luxury ship for high-class people. I could just picture my aunt and cousins taking tea at this hour, gazing out upon the dirty countenance of the Stalwart and laughing at my expense.
Just as I risked being drowned by the disappointment, George poked his head inside the community room, his red hair like a beacon. Only the look on his face quelled any momentary surge of happiness I felt at seeing him. He’d come to hash it out.
And?
he asked as he approached, choosing to take a seat in the row in front of me so he was facing me head-on.
They said no,
I said, my voice wobbling against my wishes.
Who was it?
"The Scandinavian."
They’re crazy not to take you. But I can’t say I’m not glad.
That’s an awful thing to say,
I bit back.
No, it’s not. You think I want you to go?
George said, a pleading look in his eyes. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. How long have we known each other?
Six years,
I answered quietly. Guiltily.
"Six frexing years! Team Empire Orphans, Stella. I can’t believe you would just throw that away."
You don’t understand,
I tried to explain. I’m suffocating here. I just . . . I don’t want to die down there like my father did.
You won’t,
he said. I won’t let that happen to you. I promise.
You can’t promise that. People die every day. Today it was Arden’s mom; tomorrow . . . who knows?
You can die on another ship as easily as this one, Stel.
You and I both know that’s not true,
I scoffed. "The death rate on the Stalwart is triple what it is on the Empire. And we’re six times more likely to have to attempt reentry within the next two years. And you remember what it was like with the Kebbler outbreak. Not all ships, or the people on them, are created equal."
It was a low blow, reminding him. The Kebbler virus had raged through the fleet six years earlier, disproportionately killing the poorest citizens. There were