Starcraft Ghost: Nova
PROLOGUE
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
-- William Butler Yeats, "The Second Coming"
As soon as she felt Cliff Nadaner's mind, Nova knew that she could destroy her family's murderer with but a thought.
She'd spent days working her way through the humid jungles of the smallest of the ten continents of Tyrador VIII. Funny how I tried so hard to avoid this planet's twin, and now I wind up here, she had thought when the drop-pod left her smack in the middle of the densest part of the jungle -- before the rebels had a chance to lock onto the tiny pod, or so her superiors on the ship in high orbit insisted. The eighth planet in orbit of Tyrador was locked in a gravitational dance with the ninth planet, similar to that of a regular planet and a moon, but both worlds were of sufficient size to sustain life. They also both had absurd extremes of climate, thanks to their proximity to each other -- if Nova were to travel only a few kilometers south, farther from Tyrador VIII's equator, the temperature would lower thirty degrees, the humidity wo ... read full excerpt from: Starcraft Ghost: Nova ebook
