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ISBN-10: 1-55404-814-1
Genre: Science Fiction/Fantasy/SF
eBook Length: 183 Pages
Published: March 2011

From inside the flap

In 2123, the first manned space flight leaves Earthís solar system using faster than light travel. They are almost immediately faced with an inexplicable series of events, visions of past events that never happened, and eventually an unseen menace thatís technologically far beyond them. Arthur C Clarke noted that any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. Unfortunately, thatís the truth. Maybe they shouldíve just stayed home.

Conundrum (Excerpt)


I looked into my brotherís dead eyes and knew that I had killed him.

Fuck that, it was over 100 years ago.

Iím on a starship flying to some damn place that nobody has ever gone before. No humans, at any rate. And boldly, I guess. I was born in 1964, but here I go in 2123, on past Earth and Mars and shit.


Have you ever been driving a little Ford Pinto down the street, with a cheap-ass stereo, and been sitting at a traffic light listening to your music and minding your own, when some fool with a massive sound system pulls up beside you playing some thumping something that makes your ear wax drip out?

Probably not, considering how long itís been since Ford made a Pinto, but Iím gonna pretend just the same.

Hereís a little trick for you. Pop in THE PLANETS by Gustav Holst. I tell you what. Do it now. Listen to the first track.

Iíll wait.

Spronky, ainít it?

The first track is called "Mars, The Bringer of War," and itís loaded with brass. It will stir your heart, if you have one, even if itís a black heart like mine, but thatís not my point.

Hereís my point.

No matter how cheap your carís sound system is, that particular track will blow the ears off the fool with the amps and the bass going thumpa thumpa thump.

But I digress.

As our little starship left Mars and we watched the red planet slowly shrink behind us on the viewscreens, Commander Adam Weinberg decided that we on the bridge should hear the same track.

I swear, the man is spronky.

The fact that he was fated to kill me later - literally kill me deader than a doornail - is irrelevant. Heís still spronky.

Just donít tell him I said that.