1636: Commander Cantrell in the West Indies – Snippet 14
Lübeck, United States of Europe
At a nod from Simpson, the two Marine guards stood at ease, but remained flanking the man who had hired the skiff. The fellow did not look particularly anxious. Then again, he did not appear particularly comfortable, either.
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Cauldron of Ghosts – Snippet 43
“Well, than Andrew and Steph will be, anyway,” Yana corrected him with a smile, and he chuckled.
“Actually, I think they’re probably going to be more comfortable than Victor is,” he said. “Working crew berths aboard liners like the Pygmalion may not be luxury suites, but they aren’t exactly dungeon cells, either. Their quarters will actually be more comfortable — and probably more spacious — than anything Andrew had growing up on Parmley Station, and they’ll be a hell of a lot better than anything Steph had as a seccie growing up in Mendel. But poor Victor! Can you even imagine how badly his revolutionary’s instincts are going to revolt against a first-class suite on one of the fanciest luxury liners in space?” Anton shook his head, his sad expression belied by the twinkle in his deep eyes. “I foresee great angst on his part!”
1636: Commander Cantrell in the West Indies – Snippet 13
Off Lübeck, Baltic Sea
Eddie watched the slide and tilt of the inclinometer diminish, peripherally saw that his ship’s hull was nearing the center of a long, smooth trough between the modest Baltic swells, and shouted, “Fire!”
The second gunner pulled the lanyard; the percussion lock atop the breech of the eight-inch naval rifle snapped down.
Cauldron of Ghosts – Snippet 42
“Just what I always wanted,” Yana Tretiakovna said sardonically, gazing at the detailed holograph floating before her. “My very own starship.” She paused for a moment, head cocked, then frowned. “It’s smaller than I thought it would be, though. Is this the compact version?”
Cauldron of Ghosts – Snippet 41
“Give me examples,” said Steph.
Ruth was back at sea again. Examples? How do you give examples of basic –
1636: Commander Cantrell in the West Indies – Snippet 12
A concise and accurate summary of all the possibilities. But the dance of dueling intelligence portfolios was not yet over. “Even if it is true that the Spanish have no town or garrison at Pitch Lake, it does not follow that the Spanish are inherently uninterested in it. It is a relatively short sail to Cumana and even Puerto Cabello, where they have a considerable depth of power. In order to hold out against a response from those bases, one would need a small flotilla, at least, to hold Pitch Lake.”
1636: Commander Cantrell in the West Indies – Snippet 11
“Which is probably why that’s not the wisest choice for Lord O’Donnell. His former liege King Philip isn’t exactly a fan of ours, and vice versa. Besides there’s the matter of his mens’ Roman Catholicism.”
Cauldron of Ghosts – Snippet 40
JULY 1922 Post Diaspora
“You’re all under arrest. It turns out I have a long-suppressed megalomaniacal personality. Who knew?”
Hugh Arai, consort to Queen Berry of Torch
“Talk about a stroke of genius,” Ruth said, shaking her head with admiration as she studied the data on her tablet. “Which one of you wants to take the credit? Or are you willing to split it, in the spirit of” — she waved her hand airily — “whatever. Take your pick. Collectivism, cooperation, humility, whatever rings your bell.”
Cauldron of Ghosts – Snippet 39
“Any comment, Charlene?”
Soulliere sniffed. “One has to wonder if there is anyone in that crowd whose first recourse when faced with a problem isn’t to resort to violence — and the most brutal sort of violence at that. Do I need to remind the panel that the father of this fourteen-year-old homicidal maniac is the man who littered the grounds of the Tor estate with corpses not all that long ago?”
1636: Commander Cantrell in the West Indies – Snippet 10
The ladder to all high design
“Lord Turenne, we have finished searching their gear. Nothing suspicious, sir.”
Turenne nodded and dismissed his orderly with a wave. He had watched from a narrow casement window when, hours ago, the strange trio had first approached the portcullis of his “testing facility.” They had surrendered their arms as though they expected to do no less, submitted to the further indignity of a close personal search, and were then led into the courtyard to await a more thorough check of their rucksacks and gear.