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The Shaman of Karres – Snippet 03

The Shaman of Karres - Snippet 03 Chapter 1 When the shriek of space-alarms is welcome, things are pretty rotten, Captain Pausert reflected. He'd been near to dozing in the control chair on the Venture 7333. That was a good thing considering how little sleep he'd had the last few days, and a bad thing when he was in command of a starship. He blinked to clear his vision. The screens showed that it was a fairly normal problem on the fringes of the Empire's space, a larger ship following directly down their course. There was only one good reason...

Forced Perspectives – Snippet 38

Forced Perspectives - Snippet 38 "If Santiago is still around, they won't mess with you. They'll assume you're connected. And if they say he isn't around anymore, just -- wing it. It'd be a good idea to bring a lot of sandwiches and beer, too, share 'em around. Good sandwiches, not the little triangles in plastic boxes." "Out of my five hundred?" Getting no reply, Ragotskie went on, "Meet you there when?" "I can't be sure. Be there by sundown, and wait for us." "What if this Santiago kid is there? Who is he?" "Oh hell, tell him you're both to...

The Shaman of Karres – Snippet 02

The Shaman of Karres - Snippet 02 "And they're the bad guys?" asked Pausert, glad to have that at least clear. Threbus pulled a face. "Actually… no. The other side are probably what we'd consider 'the bad guys'. The Karoda slavers are not popular with anyone, not even on their own world. But while the people of Karoda may not like them, they like Iradalia less. And a huge amount of money flows through them. That affects the whole economy of both worlds." Captain Pausert bit his top lip. Slavery was legal in the empire. Common on some planets,...

Forced Perspectives – Snippet 37

Forced Perspectives - Snippet 37 "We know what it means," said Castine. "How do we stop him from trying to kill us," asked Vickery, "and how do I get my book back?" He turned left again on Olympic, past the monolithic Koreatown Galleria. "Your book! What the hell is it?" When Vickery didn't reply, Ragotskie went on, "He -- I don't know, he keeps it locked away somewhere. But he wants to kill all three of us, now, see? We're in this together!" He paused, and when he again got no response he went on, "If the egregore were to fail, then there...

The Shaman of Karres – Snippet 01

The Shaman of Karres - Snippet 01 The Shaman of Karres By Eric Flint and Dave Freer To the world's ambulance and paramedic volunteers. True shamans. Prelude The Leewit was unsettled. She usually dealt with that by going up as high as possible and breaking things with supersonic whistles. Tempting though it was, this time she knew that it wouldn't help. That was enough to make her even more annoyed, which didn't help either. She really didn't like changes. Not merely changing scenes -- she'd seen enough of those on the Venture 7333. That was...

Forced Perspectives – Snippet 36

Forced Perspectives - Snippet 36 The man in the dark windbreaker, at least, could obviously see the thing -- he grabbed his companion and they scrambled back into the SUV and slammed the doors. When Vickery heard the starter whine, he drew his gun. The bottom curves of the front tires were visible against the sunlit pavement beyond, and he quickly fired twice. The gunshots echoed between the close walls like powerful hammer blows on a metal door, and dust blew out to the sides of the SUV and the front end sagged. The windshield wipers were...

Forced Perspectives – Snippet 35

Forced Perspectives - Snippet 35 CHAPTER EIGHT: Last Bus to Oblivion Ragotskie was blinking around in evident confusion. Vickery rubbed one hand over his face. "You okay?" asked Castine anxiously. "This is twice in less than twenty-four hours for you." "Sure." There was a taste like pennies and sour milk in his mouth, and he turned and spat into the gutter. "Excuse me. Sure. Yes." He noticed that his shirt was damp, and clinging to him. "We can talk in the alley," he added, and he was careful to walk steadily as he led the way. His heart was...

Forced Perspectives – Snippet 34

Forced Perspectives - Snippet 34 "I had to sound serious." He flexed his hands and stretched. "Your celebrity clergyman was a good touch too." "But England is eight hours ahead! All the banks closed hours ago." Vickery was looking up and down the street, noting cars and alleys; there were no unbarred ground-floor windows, and all doors were presumably locked, but a U-Haul truck was parked at the curb a few yards ahead, and near it an apartment gate stood open, braced by an upended couch. "She doesn't know that." "You better hope she doesn't...

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