Nightsword
Chapter One
His Name Was L'Zari.
He gripped the thrumming stay line, his youthful hands white, drained of blood in his fear and desperation. A snarling wind whipped his hair about his face, belying the fact that he was inside the protective dome of the ship. How could a wind blow inside the protective dome of the ship. How, indeed, he thought savagely, could anything that he had experienced over the last few weeks have been real.
His legs were braced against the grandyard boom some thirty feet above the deck. L'Zari had inconspicuously slipped both feet underneath the stay cables running the top length of the massive yard, despite the warnings of other spacers that he might just lose a foot that way. The youth had gone beyond caring as he clung high in the rigging of the starship. He knew little of the trade, in any event which, he suspected, was hanging here in the midst of a quantum gale.
All about him, up ratlines and occasionally across the backyards, the spacers moved nimbly from task to task as they were called out from the deck below them. L'Zari knew there were watching him with great amusement of the ... read full excerpt from: Nightsword ebook
