He reached for her.
She looked down. Her hand was gone. Not missing— translucent . She could see the floor through her palm. The bones. The blood vessels. The neural pathways that made her Mira Vance, daughter of Cairo, Illinois, lover of black coffee and old jazz and the silent, honest dark between the stars. stargate universe
The librarian had said the young one reached through the gate and touched the thought from outside. But he had lied about one thing. The thought was not from outside the universe. He reached for her
Mira leaned over his shoulder, her grey-streaked hair falling across her face. She watched the symbols cycle on the display: not the familiar forty-four chevrons of the Milky Way network, but a variant set—older, cruder, carved into obsidian rather than naquadah. Not missing— translucent