Ignoring the question, Xanthus looked forward again. As expected, each ship tilted hard toward starboard or port. As luck would have it, the crew was al out of the focastle standing on deck amidships in their life preservers. “Bring us another subject,” he said.
Soonhe, Reznik, and the others were winging their way toward the smoking Recluse. Each had been but a part of the ongoing War of Attrition—a war that he was somehow destined tostop, or die in the attempt. nd the poor kids didn't like him because his folks were rich,but he was the star pupil of Short Ridge Highran the paper,won al the debates. With the thing’sdeath, its camouflage had gone.
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