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The Shaman of Karres – Snippet 19

The Shaman of Karres - Snippet 19 Goth could see that it was more than just a question of getting out of the cabin. They could hardly run this rig without at least some of the crew of the ship, if not the captain, being in the know. And in space… well, the captain was the law, the judge, the jury and even the executioner if need be. Goth could take the Egger route out of here, or could simply vanish with a light-shift. But that wouldn't exactly help Mindi. The kidnap gang could easily kill her to do away with a witness, and dump her out of an...

The Eleventh Gate – Snippet 15

The Eleventh Gate - Snippet 15 10: NEW CALIFORNIA Sloan said to Sophia, "Are you sure?" "Of which part?" she said, logically.  "The battle or the planetary-development station?" "Both!"  He heard his agitated tone, breathed deeply, and brought himself to calm.  Although Sophia was the one person he ever allowed to see his self-control slip, he still didn't like it when it happened.  But this was a double portion of bad news.  Sophia said, "I'm sure, sir.  Of both."  In the corner of the room the wolves...

The Shaman of Karres – Snippet 18

The Shaman of Karres - Snippet 18 Chapter 6 Goth embarked on the sheen clipper Sheridan. It was racing to get its cargo of fresh sheen to Morteen, the provincial capital of the Empire's southwestern sector. Morteen, when she looked it up was described as tropical to hyper-tropical, and conveniently situated to… a list of other worlds, some of which Goth had even heard of. On the hubward fringe of human space, it was a space navy base, with valuable minerals, large flying bugs, lots of money and lots of heat. A great place to sell sheen, in...

The Eleventh Gate – Snippet 14

The Eleventh Gate - Snippet 14 9: GALT News of the victory at the Prometheus gate reached Rachel on Galt eight days after the battle.  Interplanetary communication was, she thought and not for the first time, a throwback to pre-industrial humanity on old Earth, when news must travel by horse or runner or raven.  The gates had their drawbacks. "Grandma?" commed Jane Landry.  Jane, the granddaughter in charge of corporate security, had renamed her division the War Department.  "Didn't you hear me?  I said we're now in...

The Eleventh Gate – Snippet 13

The Eleventh Gate - Snippet 13 8: PROMETHEUS DiCaria said, "There they are, sir." The Landry warship showed as a blip on a datascreen of the Skyhawk.  Technically, of course, it was not a warship since it belonged to a corporation fleet and, until now, there had never been a war.  But call it what you will, Martinez had no doubt that it was just as heavily weaponized as his own vessel. Martinez said, "Arm weapons." "Armed." "Countdown at twenty units from firing range." "Yes, sir." The Skyhawk hovered on the Prometheus side of the...

The Shaman of Karres – Snippet 17

The Shaman of Karres - Snippet 17 Once they got up to the ridge line the full blast of the night wind nearly froze him again. But at least they were walking downhill now, and Nady was using a small atomic light to show the stark terrain. Suddenly he stopped dead. "Back up slowly," he said. "There's a porpentile by the trail." Pausert stared but couldn't see anything. "Where?" he asked as they retreated. Nady pointed. "Just there. Look. The rock is too smooth. The edge is wrong." Pausert still couldn't see anything and said so. "Wait until...

The Shaman of Karres – Snippet 16

The Shaman of Karres - Snippet 16 "Sub-radio, a coded narrow-beam. When your ship landed and I obtained a picture of her, details of the crew and vid image of you and Ta'zara. I sent the details through to my employer, Sedmon of the Six Lives. He guessed Karres would become involved, and he warned me to give you my fullest cooperation." "Oh." That made a kind of sense. Uldune was still heavily involved in smuggling, even if it had -- at least for now -- withdrawn from piracy. And it seemed this was a very lucrative trade. "You may not believe...

The Eleventh Gate – Snippet 12

The Eleventh Gate - Snippet 12 Philip smiled.  He wanted to kiss her eyelids.  He wanted to rip off her scrubs and then everything else.  He wanted to ignore the careful protocol that had kept them from so much as touching hands during all his pre-op tests.  He wanted more of whatever drug they'd already given him, because this recklessness was a drug reaction -- wasn't it? He didn't need more drugs to tell her how he felt, how he'd been feeling since the moment they met.  "Julie --" She cut him off.  "No. ...

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