Cover Text of Port Eternity (paperback)

Their names were Lacelot, Elaine, Percivale, Gawain, Modret, Lynette and Vivien, but they were not characters from legend. They were made people, clone servants designed to suit the fancy of their opulent owner, the Lady Dela Kirn. And they worked aboard the Maid, an anachronistic fantasy of a spaceship, decorated with swords, heraldic banners, old-looking beams maskeing the structural joinings, and lamps that mimicked live flame.

They lived in a kind of dream, and had no idea of their origins, their prototypes in those old, old stroy tapes of romance, chivalry, heroism and betrayal.

Until a wandering instability, a knot in time, a ripple in the between sucked them into a spatial no-man's land from where there seemed to be no escape. And they were left alone, with the borrowed personas of their ancient namesakes, to face a crisis those venerable spritits were never designed to master!