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They Go Bump [MultiFormat]
eBook by David Barr Kirtley
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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: A group of space soldiers is sent marching across a moon surface, to test the army's new phased camouflage, which makes the wearer invisible. But deadly aliens have the camouflage too, and Pvt. Ball is starting to wonder whether the familiar voices he hears are even human at all.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Empire of Dreams and Miracles, ed. Orson Scott Card, 2002
Fictionwise Release Date: September 2005
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [260 KB], eReader (PDB) [33 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [20 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [19 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [78 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [89 KB], hiebook (KML) [112 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [49 KB], iSilo (PDB) [16 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [21 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [49 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [31 KB]
Words: 5854
Reading time: 16-23 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
"[Kirtley] has pulled off two stories, both of them so full of surprises, puzzles, and cool ideas, that I dare you to do what we judges couldn't do: Pick one."--Orson Scott Card, author of Ender's Game
Private Ball placed his feet carefully. Walking on rough terrain was treacherous when you couldn't see your feet--or your legs, for that matter, or any part of yourself. All he could see was the uneven ground, the shady stones outlined with sharp sunlight, drifting eerily beneath him.
His boot caught and twisted. He pitched forward and smacked his elbows against the ground.
From somewhere up on the hilltop, Private Cataldo's voice laughed. That voice--smooth and measured, with just a hint of sharpness. Ball had never paid much attention to voices before, but now voices were all he had.
Cataldo's voice shouted, "Was that you, Ball? Again?"
Ball groped for his rifle. He felt it, grasped it, and slung it over his shoulder. He clambered to his feet and wavered there a few moments, unsteady.
Cataldo's voice again. "How many times is that now? Twelve?"
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