Retail ePub from OverDrive
Note: the file has metadata saved with Calibre, though it's not a conversion. However, it is exactly how I got it from OverDrive so it's still considered retail.
The Fleet thought the wars were over, but as a deadly race of insectoid invaders, the Ichton, sweep through the galaxy, races new to the Alliance are in dire need of aid. Star Central answers with the mammoth battlestation Stephen Hawking. The Hawking takes the fight beyond the boundaries of human space where the Ichton prove to be a formidable foe. Meanwhile, within the pseudoplanet's stratified decks, the pressures of constant combat and close quarters may become the enemy's most dangerous advantage. For the first time in one volume: the complete stories of the Stephen Hawking, its multi-race military and civilian crew, and its desperate fight against the Ichton.
Sometimes only one or two show up, and most of those leave early.” Frosty’s other hand was teasing the inside of Harvey’s thigh. “What do you mean they leave early?” Harvey moved closer to Frosty, forcing himself to concentrate. “How could they?” “Well, I don’t know how they leave, but they do. I’ve even asked Forsythe about it, and he just shrugs and says, ‘They’ve gone.’ ” Frosty laid her head on Harvey’s chest. “I thought maybe you took them back.” “How many came last night?” Harvey asked.
out of the shuttle container and onto the cargo deck. She held her shattered foreleg folded up tight against her abdomen, and a thick mustard-yellow fluid continued to ooze from the wound on her thorax. Using the container for cover she cautiously peered around its edge, her multifaceted eyes picking up the patterns on the cargo deck as a mosaic of shapes, colored only by their infrared heat values. She could detect some movement in front of her, and the fine fibers in the joints of her elbows
one who came up here.” “Of course. But sometimes I . . .” The lights came on automatically. The room was bare and cluttered at the same time. Only one corner seemed clean. I walked over to the small dresser and opened it. “She left without her clothes?” I wondered aloud. “She’s not very bright,” he said. “After all, how far can you run on a battlestation? Of course, if she’s sold the jewels she could easily buy a new face, new ID. As I told the man at headquarters, they’re worth in excess of
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was not exactly his idea of a rec deck. Damn, the stupid things he’d do for a good-looking woman. “So now you can write up your paper and I can write mine, and we can let the referees decide which of us will publish first,” Vladimir Tsorko said gleefully. Avrama led Cowboy to the door. “As always, it was a pleasure to have an excuse to visit, even if it was far too short,” she said brightly. “Indeed, we have to get together for some palmyari next week, of a certitude. My treat,” the older