So, I've been tremendously negligent with regards to posting new content on this blog, and for that I apologize. I will, however, post a draft of my Infinity forum Story Competition entry for anyone to take a look at, a full 3 days (wow!) before they are due. Enjoy! ---No Such Thing--- Margot Berthier's body was covered in scars. Duroc watched with interest as he sucked back the taste of an old cigar, its smoke trail rising and curling against the low ceiling. She'd secured them a private hab, a miracle given the circumstances, but he pretty much knew that nobody was willing to cross the beauty with the very big beast always waiting two steps behind her. And Margot was beautiful, he mused, but it wasn't the kind of stereotyped exact-copy beauty that littered Maya. No, he thought. Margot's was the kind of beauty that a wolf possessed, a tiger; a creature able to rip your throat out with minimal effort, minimal movement, minimal remorse. Always grace