Lamont lowered his voice until, mere inches away, the colonist had to watch his lips to be sure of his words. “It’s one thing to suspect a trap. It’s…
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“We haven’t seen anyone,” Lamont explained, “but this tower goes down for hundreds of miles. That’s a lot to not know. Which is why all of you are going…
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She was still reeling from the uncanny sensation of approaching the weird alien tower with its mesmerizing—what had Lamont called it?—beacon, its glassy…
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“Shouldn’t we be wearing spacesuits or something?” She asked in sudden alarm.
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“Rico, right?” Constance returned, forcing herself to maintain an impassive expression. “I see you’ve been able to maintain your pompadour despite the…
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“I’m sorry, but I don’t buy that,” Lamont scowled. “His people were exploring these stars when yours and mine were waving goodbye to our tails. You want…
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“Doesn’t it strike you as odd that the tower would provide us with a—parking spot—just close enough for us to get fried by our energetic passerby…
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She poked a finger in the center of his t-shirted chest. “I’m not ordering you, Ed. I’m reminding you of who you say you are and what you say you're…
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Amila hovered her fingertip over the console for a moment and then pushed a rectangular button. There was a shower of sparks over Spratt’s head that…
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“Good lord,” Constance exclaimed, combing a hand compulsively through her sand-colored hair. “What’ve they gotten us into?”
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“We can handle a lot,” Miss Anna whispered. “But I’m not sure we can handle that. Jackson—was there talk of—that is to say—are we all expected to make…
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Prior to the announcement of Westward, she had planned to join up with a mining crew bound for the Jovian trojans, her sense of adventure winning out…
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