Fallen Angels

Fallen Angels

Larry Niven, Jerry Pournelle, Michael Flynn

Language: English

Pages: 464

ISBN: 0743471814

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Reeling under a new ice age, the lunatic fringe of the environmental movement controls the US government. Abandoned by Earth, the space colonies replenish their air by scoop-ships diving into the atmosphere - but Alex and Gordon's ship was hit by a missile, and they are now wanted dead or alive.

Snow Mountain Passage

Drift

The Leopard Hunts in Darkness (Ballentyne, Book 4)

BENEATH

Godforsaken Sea: The True Story of a Race Through the World's Most Dangerous Waters

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the winces caused by the pain in his ribs. She pulled the strap snug, but not tight. "Thor," she said, "don't even think it." And she whipped around with a snowball in her hand and blasted him on the chest. Then all fandom was plunged into war. Even the Eskimos joined in. It was such a relief to know that they would not freeze! Sherrine wondered if she might even get a tan out of it. She was laughing and dancing and dodging snowballs when the spotlight from the helicopter caught them dead

for the ending. "Settle down, everyone!" roared a bull voice. "Let's hear what the 'danes have to say." The lounge quieted as the fans concentrated on the tube. The impeccably groomed newsreader recited several items of war news. Swedish marines had forced a landing on the Pomeranian coast; but their Russo-Lithuanian allies had suffered a stunning defeat at Ukranian hands. No one had used nukes, yet; but the world was holding its breath. Must be near the beginning of the headline cycle,

looked at Harry and shook his head. "Same old bullshit. Like hell you guessed." He looked suspiciously at the girl who had come in with Harry and Jenny. "Who's this?" She had dark hair, soft brown eyes, exotic features. Sherrine thought that with a little makeup and some attention to her hair she would be beautiful. As it was, she seemed to want to look plain: no makeup at all, not even lipstick, hair brushed severely back and tied in a bun. She wore a skirt and sweater, both drab brown, with

forget." "Are you contemplating going to orbit?" Alex asked. "Sure. I'm in good shape, I have a Ph.D in physics, and the rocket seats-—what? More than two." "More than two, da," Gordon said. "But-—" "He's saying don't burn your bridges," Alex said. "Commander Hopkins may not want another physicist. Even if this Phoenix works, which isn't all that damn clear to me." "I know that," Bob said. "I didn't quit. On the way here I called the University and told them I have typhus. "Typhus?" Thor

would they have any clues that point to you guys?" Mike let out his breath and Sherrine knew that she should be relieved for his sake, as well; but she was simply angry that he was happy to be off the hook. "Oh, dammit. Dammit." She made fists of her hands. "I never had much; but it's gone now. My house. My car. All my clothes, except what I packed for this 'two-day' excursion. Everything." Bob shook his head and said, yeah, he was sorry for her, too. And that made her cry even more, because,

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