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Odyssey [Priscilla "Hutch" Hutchins Series Book 5] [Secure eReader (recommended)/Microsoft Reader]
eBook by Jack McDevitt
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eBook Category: Science Fiction Nebula Award(R) Finalist
eBook Description:  To boost waning interest in interstellar travel, a mission is sent into deep space to learn the truth about "moonriders," the strange lights supposedly being seen in nearby systems. But Academy pilot Valentina Kouros and the team of the starship Salvator will soon discover that their odyssey is no mere public-relations ploy, for the moonriders are not a harmless phenomenon. They are very, very dangerous--in a way that no one could possibly have imagined.
eBook Publisher: Penguin Group/Berkley
Fictionwise Release Date: October 2007
This eBook is part of the following series:
Available eBook Formats [Secure eReader (recommended)/Microsoft Reader - What's this?]: SECURE MICROSOFT READER FORMAT (750 KB] - Requires Microsoft Reader 2.1.1 for PCs, or Microsoft Reader 2.2.2 on Pocket PC 2002 handheld devices. Some older Pocket PCs can be upgraded. Learn More., SECURE EREADER (RECOMMENDED) FORMAT (375 KB]
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MobiPocket Reader ISBN: 1429578718
Microsoft Reader ISBN: 9781429578677
eReader (recommended) ISBN: 9781429578691
 
chapter 1 Wherever it is dark, there will always be strange lights. In primitive times, the luminescences were fairies. Then they became departing souls headed for paradise. Then UFOs. Now they're moonriders. It doesn't seem as if we ever grow up. Those imaginative souls reporting alien vessels circling the Pleiades cannot bring themselves to believe the anomaly might be anything so prosaic as a reflection. Or perhaps not enough ice in the Scotch.
—Gregory MacAllister, "Down the Slippery Slope" Wolfgang Esterhaus squinted at the man at the bar, compared him with the picture in his notebook, and approached him. "Mr. Cavanaugh?" The man was huddled over a beer. The glass was almost empty. He threw Esterhaus a surprised look, which quickly morphed into hostility. "Yeah? Who are you?" "Name's Wolfie. Can I spring for another round?" "Sure. Go ahead, Wolfie." His voice had an edge. "What did you want?" "I'm with The National." "Ah." The irritation intensified. "And what would The National want with me?" "Just talk a bit." He signaled for two fresh glasses. "You work for Orion Tours, right?" Cavanaugh considered the question, as if the answer required serious thought. "That's correct," he said. "But if you want to ask me about the moonriders, do it. Don't stand there and screw around." "Okay." Wolfie was too professional to get annoyed. "I'm sorry. I guess you get hassled a lot these days." "You could say that." "So tell me about the moonriders." "I doubt I can add anything to what you've already read. Or seen." "Tell me anyhow." "Okay. There were nine of them. They were round. Black globes." "They weren't carrying lights of any kind?" "Didn't you see the pictures?" "I saw them." "What did you see?" "Not much." Wolfie hunched over the bar and looked at his own image in the mirror. He looked like a guy who could use some time off. "And they were in formation." "Went past us one after the other, then lined up into a vee." "You didn't see them again?" "No." Cavanaugh was on the small side. Black hair, dark skin, carefully maintained mustache. Dark eyes that concentrated on the beer. "How did the passengers react?" "Only a couple of them saw anything. At the time it was happening, I don't think they thought anything about it. Only afterward, when I told them what it was." Copyright © 2006 by Cryptic, Inc.
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