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Survivor [MultiFormat]
eBook by Dave Smeds
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eBook Category: Dark Fantasy Nebula Award(R) Preliminary Ballot Nominee, Year's Best Science Fiction Honorable Mention, Best New Horror Inclusion, Year's Best Fantasy Honorable Mention, Year's Best Horror Honorable Mention
eBook Description: Troy's tattoo was just skin art--a meaningless little good-luck token for the rest of his tour in Vietnam. As it turned out, though, the luck it brought him was real--and couldn't be taken back.
eBook Publisher: Rosetta Solutions, Inc., Published: Peter S. Beagle’s Immortal Unicorn, edited by Peter S. Beagle & Janet Berliner, HarperPrism , 1995
Fictionwise Release Date: November 2001
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [136 KB], eReader (PDB) [58 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [34 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [31 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [107 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [106 KB], hiebook (KML) [114 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [111 KB], iSilo (PDB) [28 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [35 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [86 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [50 KB]
Words: 10000
Reading time: 28-40 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
1967
G.I. BOB'S QUALITY TATTOOS the neon sign declared, luring customers through the Bay Area summer fog with a tropistic intensity. Tucked between a laundromat and an appliance repair shop in lower Oakland, the studio was the only place of business on the block open at that hour. Troy Chesley scanned right and left as if he were on patrol, dropping into a firefight stance behind a parked car as a thin, dark-skinned man strode up to the nearest intersection.
"Easy, man." Roger, Troy's companion, grabbed him by the collar and yanked him toward the door. "We ain't back in 'Nam yet."
Troy's cheeks flushed. He had been doing things like that all night. No more booze. It wasn't every grunt that got a furlough back to the mainland in mid-tour, even if it happened for the worst of reasons. The least he could do was stay sober enough to acknowledge he was out of the war zone.
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