What Distant Deeps — Snippet 13
Daniel thought of his sister Deirdre. He was pretty sure that the personnel of the Shippers’ and Merchants’ Treasury were just as sharp and hard-working as his Sissies. But trying to imagine Pasternak working in a bank –
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Gretchen frowned. “Seventy-five thousand? That seems much too high. We’re not going to be looking for a home in the rich districts, you know.”
What Distant Deeps — Snippet 12
CHAPTER 4: Harbor Three, Cinnabar
Daniel was familiar with the Sissie’s Power Room. He was the captain: he must have at least a working acquaintance with every aspect of the ship he commanded.
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Chapter 2
Grantville, State of Thuringia-Franconia
Gretchen Richter’s eyes were riveted on the sheet of paper in her hands, her brow creased by a truly magnificent frown. Her husband, Jeff Higgins, was leaning over the back of her chair in order to study the figures himself.
Mission Of Honor – Snippet 43
“Maybe, if he was a complete lunatic. Or just plain stupid enough to pull something like that,” O’Hanrahan retorted. “I checked his available public bio, including that in-depth report what’s-his-name — Underwood — did on him, as soon as Mesa’s version hit the data channels. I’ll admit the man’s scary as hell if you go after someone he cares about, but he’s no homicidal maniac. In fact, his more spectacular accomplishments all seem to’ve been defensive, not offensive. You come after him or his, and all bets are off; otherwise, he’s not especially bloodthirsty. And he’s for damned sure smart enough to know what nuking a public park full of kids would do to public support for his daughter’s new kingdom. For that matter, the whole damned galaxy knows what he’ll do if someone goes after one of his kids. You really think someone with that kind of resume would sign off on killing hundreds or thousands of someone else’s kids?” She shook her head again. “Which am I supposed to believe? The public record of someone like Zilwicki? Or the kind of self-serving, fabricated, made-up-out-of-whole-cloth kind of ‘independent journalism’ that comes out of Mendel?”
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She spent some time thereafter restlessly moving about the house, doing her own investigations. She spent a fair amount of that time in the several toilets and bathrooms scattered through the huge dwelling, testing their various devices and taking what comfort she could from them.
What Distant Deeps — Snippet 11
“I’ll take care of this, Benthelow,” Adele said. “And yes, Commissioner Brown, I’ll be happy to show you your quarters. I’m Adele Mundy.”
Mission Of Honor – Snippet 42
Chapter Thirteen
Audrey O’Hanrahan reached for the acceptance key as her com played the 1812 Overture. She especially liked the version she’d used for her attention signal, which had been recorded using real (if exceedingly archaic) cannon. She had a fondness for archaisms — in fact, she was a member of the Society for Creative Anachronisms here in Old Chicago. Besides, the exuberance of her chosen attention signal suited her persona as one of the Solarian League’s foremost muckraking journalists.
What Distant Deeps — Snippet 10
Desk 7 was in the further two row, identified by a rectangular sign on a short post; the letters were tarnished silver. The clerk was a woman in the process of passing middle age; her throat was wrinkled and her jowls were slipping, but her figure was still good.
Mission Of Honor – Snippet 41
“Well, fair’s fair,” Helen said judiciously. They all looked at her, and she shrugged. “Maybe it’s because I’ve spent so much time watching Cathy Montaigne maneuver back home, but it occurs to me that having Thimble crawling with newsies may be the best thing that could happen.”
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