Rhats! — Ebook
The Muto Chronicles Book I
by KERRY NIETZ
Beyond the boundaries of civilized space lies the region of the Muto Empire. Mutos are a mammalian race that resembles a cross between a human and a Terran rat. Though spread across thousands of worlds, mutos or rhats, as they are sometimes called, trace their lineage to a single dark world that orbits a ruined sta–
Enough of that!
My name is Frohic, and I’m a muto. I’ve never seen the homeworld, and I couldn’t care less about civilization, empires, or space. Especially space. All I want is to survive in a family that sometimes forgets I exist. My mother is always pregnant, my dozen siblings are swarming over every available surface, and my father makes plan after plan to send us all away. Sure, our hovel is crowded, and the food is sparse, but at least it’s home.
The Muto Chronicles Book I
by KERRY NIETZ
Beyond the boundaries of civilized space lies the region of the Muto Empire. Mutos are a mammalian race that resembles a cross between a human and a Terran rat. Though spread across thousands of worlds, mutos or rhats, as they are sometimes called, trace their lineage to a single dark world that orbits a ruined sta–
Enough of that!
My name is Frohic, and I’m a muto. I’ve never seen the homeworld, and I couldn’t care less about civilization, empires, or space. Especially space. All I want is to survive in a family that sometimes forgets I exist. My mother is always pregnant, my dozen siblings are swarming over every available surface, and my father makes plan after plan to send us all away. Sure, our hovel is crowded, and the food is sparse, but at least it’s home.
The Muto Chronicles Book I
by KERRY NIETZ
Beyond the boundaries of civilized space lies the region of the Muto Empire. Mutos are a mammalian race that resembles a cross between a human and a Terran rat. Though spread across thousands of worlds, mutos or rhats, as they are sometimes called, trace their lineage to a single dark world that orbits a ruined sta–
Enough of that!
My name is Frohic, and I’m a muto. I’ve never seen the homeworld, and I couldn’t care less about civilization, empires, or space. Especially space. All I want is to survive in a family that sometimes forgets I exist. My mother is always pregnant, my dozen siblings are swarming over every available surface, and my father makes plan after plan to send us all away. Sure, our hovel is crowded, and the food is sparse, but at least it’s home.