​There’s space travel. There are chickens. There’s foul language.​​

Valentine is just a blasé, foul-mouthed intergalactic courier far

from home … right? Except, she’s also a magnet for situations that make spacewalks without a suit sound pleasant. With two chickens in tow, other lifeforms around every corner, and a spaceship that feels no bigger than a sardine tin, what’s the worst that could happen?

​Dig out your flight suit and pull on your platform boots.

It’s time you came along for the ride.​

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