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 1635: THE DREESON INCIDENT – Snippet 65:

            "Oh! They are beautiful, Lenore. Really they are. Thank you so much."

            Clara was looking at a set of framed drawings.

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STORM FROM THE SHADOWS – snippet 70:

            What was scariest about that particular analysis, in Michelle’s opinion, was the possibility that the Republic might actually have had an at least plausible motive for killing off their own conference. Given the dispute over how the current war had started, Pritchart and her advisers would scarcely be likely to reinitiate operations in a way that openly sabotaged a peace conference she’d initiated. So if some inkling of the Star Kingdom’s accelerated building programs or – far worse – some hint of Apollo’s existence had somehow leaked to Nouveau Paris only after Pritchart had suggested her meeting with Elizabeth, and if Pritchart and Theisman had concluded that the newly discovered threat left them no option but to seek a decisive military victory before those ships or those new weapons could be added to the balance against them, then it was entirely possible that they would have been delighted if they could get Beth to kill the conference for them.

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IN THE STORMY RED SKY – snippet 2:

Daniel Leary had spent much of his youth in this shipyard, listening to Stacy Bergen and other old spacers tell stories. Uncle Stacy was a legendary explorer who’d opened more routes through the Matrix than any other officer in the RCN. He’d showed his young nephew how to conn a ship from the masthead, feeling a path through the infinite bubble universes instead of simply calculating one. More important, Daniel had learned to love the romance of star travel because Uncle Stacy and his friends did.
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IN THE STORMY RED SKY
by David Drake

DEDICATION
To Hank Davis
Fellow writer, fellow Nam vet, fellow lover of pulp SF

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

Dan Breen is back on the job as my first reader, thank goodness. The remaining mistakes are my fault, but there are significantly fewer of them than there would be without Dan’s help.
Dorothy Day and my webmaster, Karen Zimmerman, archived my texts. I started to write, “I didn’t blow up any computers this time,” and then realized that I haven’t run off the final yet. I hope I don’t have to change this line when I read the proofs.
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STORM FROM THE SHADOWS – snippet 69:

Chapter Eighteen

            "Well, at least word didn't get here in the middle of the night this time," Cindy Lecter observed sourly.

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1635: THE DREESON INCIDENT – Snippet 64:

Chapter 32

Grantville

            "So that’s what we did, Daddy," Denise said.

            Buster looked at her, twisting his thin reddish beard around in his fingers.

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STORM FROM THE SHADOWS – snippet 68:

            “Thank you for coming,” Gervais said as he pulled out Helga’s chair for her.

            He waited till she was seated, then settled into his own chair on the other side of the small table and raised one finger to attract the attention of the nearest waiter. That worthy deigned to notice their presence and approached their table with stately grace.

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1635: THE DREESON INCIDENT – Snippet 63:

            Henry Dreeson sighed. Thea hadn’t made it to the hospital. She’d produced her baby in the back downstairs bedroom of his house, which she and her husband Nicolas were still occupying, not having been able to find an apartment they could afford.

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1635: THE DREESON INCIDENT – Snippet 62:

            "I suppose it’s consular work, in a way." Wes Jenkins looked a little dubious. "The mission of the Bureau of Consular Affairs, the way it’s written, is to assist SoTF citizens when they run into difficulties outside our borders. Jarvis Beasley’s wife is clearly inside our borders."

            "Physically," Henry Dreeson said. "She’s here, all right."

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STORM FROM THE SHADOWS – snippet 67:

Chapter Seventeen

            “Hi, Helga,” Gervais Archer said, and grinned from Helga Boltitz’s com. There was more than a little worry in his green eyes, but the grin seemed remarkably genuine. “Got time for lunch?”

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