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Out of the Mouths [MultiFormat]
eBook by Sheila Finch
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eBook Category: Science Fiction Year's Best Science Fiction Selection
eBook Description: A Guild of Xenolinguistics (Lingster) story. The war with the Venatixi is moving dangerously close to Earth, and there is no hope for negotiation while the Venatician language remains a mystery. When the military makes a proposal to Magister Heron, Head of the Guild of Xenolinguists, he must balance the repercussions of an unethical experiment with the safety of his home planet.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: F&SF, 1996
Fictionwise Release Date: November 2000
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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [129 KB], eReader (PDB) [46 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [34 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [31 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [48 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [103 KB], hiebook (KML) [102 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [60 KB], iSilo (PDB) [28 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [35 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [63 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [50 KB]
Words: 9898
Reading time: 28-39 min.
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"Ten years it's been, since you were Head." She turned from a bookshelf, her face in shadow. "Do you miss the Guild, Magister Heron?" He thought about that for a moment. "The students, perhaps." She was silent while he set tea in pottery mugs on a small table before her. At his gesture, she sat, her eyes reading his face as he had read hers a moment ago. "You had a reputation as a good Head. It's all the more wonder to me--" "Keri and T'biak," he said at once, because there could be no other reason. He remembered a sharply clear, end-of-winter morning, and a baby, pink and smooth as a porcelain doll, lying in his arms; he remembered how she'd smelled of milk and petals and innocence. "Indeed," Orla Eiluned said. "And now the final chapter to this sorry experiment must be written." "It was wartime," he said. "We took extraordinary measures for what seemed good enough reason at the moment--"
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