Yet now I have to killmy dead friends' father for their sakes. He slipped off the flat-linked bracelet that hugged his fight wrist and held it out. If you don't have the silver, might be somecoppers would buy you them beds, and a coverlet or two to keep you warm. Why should I live? he thought as tears blurred his vision.
Jaime gave no sign of his discomfiture, but onlysmiled. The fear on that big moon face madehim want to laugh. “No, I’m afraid that little Carli made his plan well. HONORABLE MENTIONS: 2010ALSO BY GARDNER DOZOISCOPYRIGHTpermissions“A History of Terraforming,” by Robert Reed.
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