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Against All Odds

Against All Odds [Pdf/ePub] eBook Author: Richard Bard
Editor: Richard Bard
ISBN-10: 1370332602
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The highly anticipated series finale to the #1 Wall Street Journal bestseller Publishers Weekly called “a terrifically entertaining thriller!” In this conclusion to Richard Bard’s popular Brainrush series, Jake Bronson’s family and friends face their biggest threat ever. The startling challenges revealed in No Refuge (book 6) are coming to a head, and the team must gather every resource available to them in hopes of preventing a terror-driven cataclysm unlike anything America has seen. But the menace from within America’s borders pales by comparison to the global threat revealed to 8-year-old Alex Bronson in a series of otherworldly visions. And Alex isn’t the only one targeted by the mind-bending revelations. The stakes are higher than ever. The fates of America and the world hang in the balance, and Jake Bronson’s family and friends must risk everything to tip the scales against evil. An “international thriller with soul.” Ideal reading for fans of Michael Crichton, Clive Cussler, James Rollins, Marcus Sakey, Michael Grumley, Brad Thor, Dan Brown, Matthew Reilly, Tom Clancy, Robert Ludlum, and Vince Flynn.

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Design Against Crime

Design Against Crime [Pdf/ePub] eBook Author: Caroline L. Davey,Andrew B. Wootton
Editor: Taylor & Francis
ISBN-10: 1317152654
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Design Against Crime will aid the design profession to meet the challenges presented by the competing needs and complex systems around crime and security. It proposes that designers should use their creative talents to develop innovative solutions to security problems that contribute to the ongoing fight against crime. The authors first explain the design against crime approach to security and security. They go on to provide practical advice on addressing crime and insecurity within the design process and offer practical examples of design being applied to security and safety. They also examine crime victimisation from a global perspective, highlighting the benefits worldwide of reducing opportunities for crime, including issues of national security, such as terrorism and natural disasters. A design-led, human-centred approach provides a way forward that is both aspirational and practical. The book is aimed primarily at design professionals, educators and students interested in safety and security, from all design disciplines, including product design, architecture, service design and communication design. The book should also be read by crime prevention experts, planners, local authorities, managers of urban environments and policymakers.

Download or read Design Against Crime book by clicking button below to visit the book download website. There are multiple format available for you to choose (Pdf, ePub, Doc). Design Against Crime will aid the design profession to meet the challenges presented by the competing needs and complex systems around crime and security. It proposes that designers should use their creative talents to develop innovative solutions to security problems that contribute to the ongoing fight against crime. The authors first explain the design against crime approach to security and security. They go on to provide practical advice on addressing crime and insecurity within the design process and offer practical examples of design being applied to security and safety. They also examine crime victimisation from a global perspective, highlighting the benefits worldwide of reducing opportunities for crime, including issues of national security, such as terrorism and natural disasters. A design-led, human-centred approach provides a way forward that is both aspirational and practical. The book is aimed primarily at design professionals, educators and students interested in safety and security, from all design disciplines, including product design, architecture, service design and communication design. The book should also be read by crime prevention experts, planners, local authorities, managers of urban environments and policymakers.


From One Statistic to Another: Against All Odds

From One Statistic to Another: Against All Odds [Pdf/ePub] eBook Author: Valentina Journey
Editor: Lulu Press, Inc
ISBN-10: 1483465837
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In From One Statistic to Another, Valentina Journey shares the powerful lessons she learns growing up the fifth of six children born to an interracial couple. In her home, there is frequent violence between her parents; her alcoholic father leaves when Valentina is only seven. Valentina’s mother doesn’t explain anything to her children, nor does she have any contact with her own family. Before she is even a teenager, her brothers accidentally burn the house down and coerce their sister into selling and using drugs. By the time she is sixteen the author has given birth to a son and is on the road to independence. A second son arrives when she is twenty-one, a daughter when she is twenty-three and finally her youngest son when she is thirty. Tragedy continues to strike her family as her daughter is diagnosed with a serious blood disorder and Valentina loses two of her brothers within two years. Meanwhile, she manages to care for her children, advance in her career, and graduate from college.

Download or read From One Statistic to Another: Against All Odds book by clicking button below to visit the book download website. There are multiple format available for you to choose (Pdf, ePub, Doc). In From One Statistic to Another, Valentina Journey shares the powerful lessons she learns growing up the fifth of six children born to an interracial couple. In her home, there is frequent violence between her parents; her alcoholic father leaves when Valentina is only seven. Valentina’s mother doesn’t explain anything to her children, nor does she have any contact with her own family. Before she is even a teenager, her brothers accidentally burn the house down and coerce their sister into selling and using drugs. By the time she is sixteen the author has given birth to a son and is on the road to independence. A second son arrives when she is twenty-one, a daughter when she is twenty-three and finally her youngest son when she is thirty. Tragedy continues to strike her family as her daughter is diagnosed with a serious blood disorder and Valentina loses two of her brothers within two years. Meanwhile, she manages to care for her children, advance in her career, and graduate from college.


A Love Against All Odds (Mills & Boon Medical)

A Love Against All Odds (Mills & Boon Medical) [Pdf/ePub] eBook Author: Emily Forbes
Editor: HarperCollins UK
ISBN-10: 1474037100
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One life-changing moment...

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Against All Odds

Against All Odds [Pdf/ePub] eBook Author: Eva Kaufholz-Soldat,Nicola M.R. Oswald
Editor: Springer Nature
ISBN-10: 3030476103
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Against All Odds by Eva Kaufholz-Soldat,Nicola M.R. Oswald Book Summary:

This book presents an overview of the ways in which women have been able to conduct mathematical research since the 18th century, despite their general exclusion from the sciences. Grouped into four thematic sections, the authors concentrate on well-known figures like Sophie Germain and Grace Chisholm Young, as well as those who have remained unnoticed by historians so far. Among them are Stanisława Nidodym, the first female students at the universities in Prague at the turn of the 20th century, and the first female professors of mathematics in Denmark. Highlighting individual biographies, couples in science, the situation at specific European universities, and sociological factors influencing specific careers from the 18th century to the present, the authors trace female mathematicians’ status as it evolved from singular and anomalous to virtually commonplace. The book also offers insights into the various obstacles women faced when trying to enter perhaps the “most male” discipline of all, and how some of them continue to shape young girls’ self-perceptions and career choices today. Thus, it will benefit scholars and students in STEM disciplines, gender studies and the history of science; women in science, mathematics and at institutions, and those working in mathematics education.

Download or read Against All Odds book by clicking button below to visit the book download website. There are multiple format available for you to choose (Pdf, ePub, Doc). This book presents an overview of the ways in which women have been able to conduct mathematical research since the 18th century, despite their general exclusion from the sciences. Grouped into four thematic sections, the authors concentrate on well-known figures like Sophie Germain and Grace Chisholm Young, as well as those who have remained unnoticed by historians so far. Among them are Stanisława Nidodym, the first female students at the universities in Prague at the turn of the 20th century, and the first female professors of mathematics in Denmark. Highlighting individual biographies, couples in science, the situation at specific European universities, and sociological factors influencing specific careers from the 18th century to the present, the authors trace female mathematicians’ status as it evolved from singular and anomalous to virtually commonplace. The book also offers insights into the various obstacles women faced when trying to enter perhaps the “most male” discipline of all, and how some of them continue to shape young girls’ self-perceptions and career choices today. Thus, it will benefit scholars and students in STEM disciplines, gender studies and the history of science; women in science, mathematics and at institutions, and those working in mathematics education.


Against the Odds

Against the Odds [Pdf/ePub] eBook Author: Elizabeth Moon
Editor: Jabberwocky Literary Agency, Inc.
ISBN-10: 1625672322
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The galactic order has been shattered, and amidst the chaos heroes will rise...and fall—as Hugo Award-winning and New York Times bestselling author Elizabeth Moon brings her stellar Familias Regnant saga to a spectacular conclusion. Across Regnant space, the fight to put down the mutinous factions of the Fleet continues. Though the initial assaults have been contained, the mutineers are still at large. And the dangerous seditious elements are not limited to the military alone. Within the Familias, the aged leaders of the great septs continue to hoard the mysterious rejuvenation drugs that may allow them to rule forever. And that is something that the ambitious younger generations of the ruling families can no longer abide... Heroic Fleet loyalist Esmay Suiza has been coldly ousted from the service after her elopement to Barin Serrano is discovered and her religious status comes under suspicion. But she’s not about to back down from her sworn duty, and races to confront the members of the Grand Council—one of whom owes her a great service... But unbeknownst to anyone, a powerful leader in the ranks of the Fleet has already turned against them, and their common enemy is determined to destroy the Familias Regnant in a final conflagration... "SF readers will delight in the twisting, thorny adventure in the compelling continuation to this popular series."-- Publishers Weekly "Fans of David Weber's “Honor Harrington” series will appreciate Moon's space opera of high politics and military adventure."—Library Journal "A fun fast-paced mix of space and soap opera.”—Locus "A triumphant coda."—Booklist

Download or read Against the Odds book by clicking button below to visit the book download website. There are multiple format available for you to choose (Pdf, ePub, Doc). The galactic order has been shattered, and amidst the chaos heroes will rise...and fall—as Hugo Award-winning and New York Times bestselling author Elizabeth Moon brings her stellar Familias Regnant saga to a spectacular conclusion. Across Regnant space, the fight to put down the mutinous factions of the Fleet continues. Though the initial assaults have been contained, the mutineers are still at large. And the dangerous seditious elements are not limited to the military alone. Within the Familias, the aged leaders of the great septs continue to hoard the mysterious rejuvenation drugs that may allow them to rule forever. And that is something that the ambitious younger generations of the ruling families can no longer abide... Heroic Fleet loyalist Esmay Suiza has been coldly ousted from the service after her elopement to Barin Serrano is discovered and her religious status comes under suspicion. But she’s not about to back down from her sworn duty, and races to confront the members of the Grand Council—one of whom owes her a great service... But unbeknownst to anyone, a powerful leader in the ranks of the Fleet has already turned against them, and their common enemy is determined to destroy the Familias Regnant in a final conflagration... "SF readers will delight in the twisting, thorny adventure in the compelling continuation to this popular series."-- Publishers Weekly "Fans of David Weber's “Honor Harrington” series will appreciate Moon's space opera of high politics and military adventure."—Library Journal "A fun fast-paced mix of space and soap opera.”—Locus "A triumphant coda."—Booklist


A Surprise Family: Against The Odds: Terms of Engagement / A Baby for the Boss / From Enemies to Expecting

A Surprise Family: Against The Odds: Terms of Engagement / A Baby for the Boss / From Enemies to Expecting [Pdf/ePub] eBook Author: Ann Major,Maureen Child,Kat Cantrell
Editor: HarperCollins UK
ISBN-10: 0008907889
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A Surprise Family: Against The Odds: Terms of Engagement / A Baby for the Boss / From Enemies to Expecting by Ann Major,Maureen Child,Kat Cantrell Book Summary:

A dream come true

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Election 2012: A Time for Choosing (The RealClearPolitics Political Download)

Election 2012: A Time for Choosing (The RealClearPolitics Political Download) [Pdf/ePub] eBook Author: Tom Bevan,Carl M. Cannon
Editor: Crown
ISBN-10: 0307986632
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Election 2012: A Time for Choosing (The RealClearPolitics Political Download) by Tom Bevan,Carl M. Cannon Book Summary:

Real Clear Politics’ in-depth account of the 2012 primary battles of the Republican Party and the look ahead to the race between Mitt Romney and Barack Obama With intimate access to the White House, GOP candidates, and their campaign staffs, Real Clear Politics is the latest in a series of e-originals written by veteran RCP journalists Tom Bevan and Carl Cannon. With up-to-the-minute newsbreaking material, Real Clear Politics gives an insider’s perspective on the many struggles the candidates had over the course of the primaries, including Romney’s inability to put away his competition; how Gingrich, a great counterpuncher in debates, ultimately was done in by an inability to defend himself; the unlikely success of Rick Santorum, who later became a lightning rod for critics over social issues; and the “kitchen sink” approach that Obama’s message team is adopting for attacking Romney. All of these key moments and issues, as well as a careful survey of the terrain ahead for the general election (the challenges and strategies for both candidates and the latest insights into Romney’s possible vice presidential nominee), are sure to make Real Clear Politics the must-read ebook for understanding the 2012 campaign.

Download or read Election 2012: A Time for Choosing (The RealClearPolitics Political Download) book by clicking button below to visit the book download website. There are multiple format available for you to choose (Pdf, ePub, Doc). Real Clear Politics’ in-depth account of the 2012 primary battles of the Republican Party and the look ahead to the race between Mitt Romney and Barack Obama With intimate access to the White House, GOP candidates, and their campaign staffs, Real Clear Politics is the latest in a series of e-originals written by veteran RCP journalists Tom Bevan and Carl Cannon. With up-to-the-minute newsbreaking material, Real Clear Politics gives an insider’s perspective on the many struggles the candidates had over the course of the primaries, including Romney’s inability to put away his competition; how Gingrich, a great counterpuncher in debates, ultimately was done in by an inability to defend himself; the unlikely success of Rick Santorum, who later became a lightning rod for critics over social issues; and the “kitchen sink” approach that Obama’s message team is adopting for attacking Romney. All of these key moments and issues, as well as a careful survey of the terrain ahead for the general election (the challenges and strategies for both candidates and the latest insights into Romney’s possible vice presidential nominee), are sure to make Real Clear Politics the must-read ebook for understanding the 2012 campaign.


Miss Benson's Beetle

Miss Benson's Beetle [Pdf/ePub] eBook Author: Rachel Joyce
Editor: Random House
ISBN-10: 1448170060
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WOMAN & HOME BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR and A NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER 'The perfect escape novel for our troubled times.' PATRICK GALE It is 1950. In a devastating moment of clarity, Margery Benson abandons her dead-end job and advertises for an assistant to accompany her on an expedition. She is going to travel to the other side of the world to search for a beetle that may or may not exist. Enid Pretty, in her unlikely pink travel suit, is not the companion Margery had in mind. And yet together they will be drawn into an adventure that will exceed every expectation. They will risk everything, break all the rules, and at the top of a red mountain, discover their best selves. This is a story that is less about what can be found than the belief it might be found; it is an intoxicating adventure story but it is also about what it means to be a woman and a tender exploration of a friendship that defies all boundaries. 'A girl's own adventure...This is Rachel Joyce's best book yet ...Exciting, moving and full of unexpected turns.' THE TIMES 'Brilliant and elegant and wise...powerful and moving...I can't recommend it enough.' JOANNA CANNON 'A beautiful portrayal of female friendship in all its frailties, contradictions and strengths.' RAYNOR WINN WOMAN & HOME BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR 2020; DAILY MAIL BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR 2020; BOOKMARK BOOK OF THE YEAR 2020; GOOD HOUSEKEEPING BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR 2020

Download or read Miss Benson's Beetle book by clicking button below to visit the book download website. There are multiple format available for you to choose (Pdf, ePub, Doc). WOMAN & HOME BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR and A NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER 'The perfect escape novel for our troubled times.' PATRICK GALE It is 1950. In a devastating moment of clarity, Margery Benson abandons her dead-end job and advertises for an assistant to accompany her on an expedition. She is going to travel to the other side of the world to search for a beetle that may or may not exist. Enid Pretty, in her unlikely pink travel suit, is not the companion Margery had in mind. And yet together they will be drawn into an adventure that will exceed every expectation. They will risk everything, break all the rules, and at the top of a red mountain, discover their best selves. This is a story that is less about what can be found than the belief it might be found; it is an intoxicating adventure story but it is also about what it means to be a woman and a tender exploration of a friendship that defies all boundaries. 'A girl's own adventure...This is Rachel Joyce's best book yet ...Exciting, moving and full of unexpected turns.' THE TIMES 'Brilliant and elegant and wise...powerful and moving...I can't recommend it enough.' JOANNA CANNON 'A beautiful portrayal of female friendship in all its frailties, contradictions and strengths.' RAYNOR WINN WOMAN & HOME BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR 2020; DAILY MAIL BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR 2020; BOOKMARK BOOK OF THE YEAR 2020; GOOD HOUSEKEEPING BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR 2020


Against All Enemies

Against All Enemies [Pdf/ePub] eBook Author: John G. Hemry,Jack Campbell
Editor: Penguin
ISBN-10: 1101650834
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John G. Hemry’s novels featuring Lieutenant Paul Sinclair "give SF its own JAG" (SF Reviews.net). Now, in the final novel in the series that melds science fiction action and page-turning courtroom drama, Sinclair finds himself fighting for justice once more—and the danger is closer than ever before… After a long tour as legal officer aboard the starship USS Michaelson, Paul Sinclair is anticipating shore duty. Too bad it’s cancelled when a group of religious fanatics hijack a freighter and invade an asteroid. Fearing they could threaten the earth with asteroid debris, starships from several countries converge on the scene. But their mission turns deadly when the South Asian Alliance opens fire on the asteroid. After the smoke clears, Paul suspects the Michaelson’s rules of engagement have been compromised—suspicions that are confirmed when NCIS asks him to work covertly as a spy. Someone onboard the Michaelson is selling secrets, and to uncover the traitor, Paul must walk the dangerous line between duty and honor…

Download or read Against All Enemies book by clicking button below to visit the book download website. There are multiple format available for you to choose (Pdf, ePub, Doc). John G. Hemry’s novels featuring Lieutenant Paul Sinclair "give SF its own JAG" (SF Reviews.net). Now, in the final novel in the series that melds science fiction action and page-turning courtroom drama, Sinclair finds himself fighting for justice once more—and the danger is closer than ever before… After a long tour as legal officer aboard the starship USS Michaelson, Paul Sinclair is anticipating shore duty. Too bad it’s cancelled when a group of religious fanatics hijack a freighter and invade an asteroid. Fearing they could threaten the earth with asteroid debris, starships from several countries converge on the scene. But their mission turns deadly when the South Asian Alliance opens fire on the asteroid. After the smoke clears, Paul suspects the Michaelson’s rules of engagement have been compromised—suspicions that are confirmed when NCIS asks him to work covertly as a spy. Someone onboard the Michaelson is selling secrets, and to uncover the traitor, Paul must walk the dangerous line between duty and honor…


La Sainte Bible

La Sainte Bible [Pdf/ePub] eBook Author: Louis Segond
Editor: Bibebook
ISBN-10: 2824717173
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Louis Segond, est un pasteur protestant et théologien qui, à la demande de la Compagnie des Pasteurs de Genève, a traduit la Bible en français à partir des textes originaux hébreux et grecs, la traduction Segond. La traduction de l'Ancien Testament a été publiée par étape et s'est échelonnée sur une dizaine d'années, le recueil complet est paru en 1873. C'est en 1880 que le Nouveau Testament complet voit le jour. Louis Segond ne voulait pas que de son vivant on touche à sa traduction, mais il avait fait savoir qu'après son décès, les éditeurs pourraient faire ce qu'ils voudraient. C'est donc après sa mort, en 1909, qu'une révision de son travail a été envisagée, ce qui a abouti à la version de 1910. Extrait : Dieu dit : Que la lumière soit ! Et la lumière fut. Dieu vit que la lumière était bonne ; et Dieu sépara la lumière d'avec les ténèbres. Dieu appela la lumière jour, et il appela les ténèbres nuit. Ainsi, il y eut un soir, et il y eut un matin : ce fut le premier jour. Dieu dit : Qu'il y ait une étendue entre les eaux, et qu'elle sépare les eaux d'avec les eaux. Et Dieu fit l'étendue, et il sépara les eaux qui sont au-dessous de l'étendue d'avec les eaux qui sont au-dessus de l'étendue. Et cela fut ainsi. Dieu appela l'étendue ciel. Ainsi, il y eut un soir, et il y eut un matin : ce fut le second jour.

Download or read La Sainte Bible book by clicking button below to visit the book download website. There are multiple format available for you to choose (Pdf, ePub, Doc). Louis Segond, est un pasteur protestant et théologien qui, à la demande de la Compagnie des Pasteurs de Genève, a traduit la Bible en français à partir des textes originaux hébreux et grecs, la traduction Segond. La traduction de l'Ancien Testament a été publiée par étape et s'est échelonnée sur une dizaine d'années, le recueil complet est paru en 1873. C'est en 1880 que le Nouveau Testament complet voit le jour. Louis Segond ne voulait pas que de son vivant on touche à sa traduction, mais il avait fait savoir qu'après son décès, les éditeurs pourraient faire ce qu'ils voudraient. C'est donc après sa mort, en 1909, qu'une révision de son travail a été envisagée, ce qui a abouti à la version de 1910. Extrait : Dieu dit : Que la lumière soit ! Et la lumière fut. Dieu vit que la lumière était bonne ; et Dieu sépara la lumière d'avec les ténèbres. Dieu appela la lumière jour, et il appela les ténèbres nuit. Ainsi, il y eut un soir, et il y eut un matin : ce fut le premier jour. Dieu dit : Qu'il y ait une étendue entre les eaux, et qu'elle sépare les eaux d'avec les eaux. Et Dieu fit l'étendue, et il sépara les eaux qui sont au-dessous de l'étendue d'avec les eaux qui sont au-dessus de l'étendue. Et cela fut ainsi. Dieu appela l'étendue ciel. Ainsi, il y eut un soir, et il y eut un matin : ce fut le second jour.


Too Bright the Sun

Too Bright the Sun [Pdf/ePub] eBook Author: Lazlo Ferran
Editor: Lazlo Ferran
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*** Get 3 BOOKS FREE > lazloferran.com/3fb *** Book 1 Running: The Alien in the Mirror is FREE on Google Play. A man hell-bent on revenge for the death of his friend, in battle! Seeking revenge for the death of a friend ten long years ago, Major Jake Nanden has pursued his own personal demons with an almost religious fervour through life and through battle. He is a soldier so highly decorated that his fame reaches far beyond the desolate moon Io where he is stationed. His victories in the Jupiter Wars are hollow though, for he is a man scared of his own soul. His life seems to be a trap from which he cannot escape. His is the Replicant Company, and replicants are despised by all. Likened to a cross between Blade Runner and Paths of Glory, you simply must read this beautifully constructed, intensely dark and powerful Science Fiction tale-with-a-twist if you love Phillip K. Dick and Isaac Asimov. From the author: I have long had a soft-spot for noir films so I decided to write a noir science fiction novel. I also love Isaac Asimov, Arthur C Clarke and Phillip K Dick - particularly Blade Runner, all for their quirky stories but deep-rooted scientific authenticity. The result is Too Bright the Sun, which I am very proud of. Ultimately, I think it is a very beautiful story of one replicant struggle for identity and the surprising outcome. If you love character-driven science fiction, you will love the twist at the end. Volume III in the Iron Series: Worlds Like Dust will be published early in 2014 Categories: fiction, science fiction, thriller, first contact, clones, starship, mlitary. Sample It’s been over ten years since Gary Enquine sent my friend Przeltski to a certain death. Not one day has gone by without the memories of that battle prowling my mind like a waking nightmare. Many times I have woken in a cold-sweat thinking about it. I will not rest, cannot rest, until Gary Enquine has been brought to justice and been forced to pay for his cowardice. Ten years; it’s a long time but I can be patient. Personal journal entry of Jake Nanden for 2101, Feb 3. 1. *** Chapter One The little voice asked, after peering out of another portal at an earlier moment in his life, “Is it possible to time travel for I perceive that I can?” “Only after you leave this life,” said a voice, high and mighty. Then the little voice changed its tone for it was angry. “But that’s not fair! For, the one thing I wish I can’t have.” “Until you leave this life,” said the high voice. “Yes.” “Then now you can see advantages to moving beyond this life you have.” And the little voice perceived that all his previous angers, about matters of the flesh and daily living were not proper angers. A proper anger is the anger that desirable things lay beyond the portal of death. And so from that moment on his struggles to survive, to fight against the current, seemed improper to him and yet he could not help himself. Two of the Ionian Militia sat on top of Przeltski, ripping his helmet off, while another aimed his laser at his eyes. In the vacuum of Io’s atmosphere, Przeltski was mouthing the words, ‘save me’ but it was too late. I knew I couldn’t and had to try and save myself. I was turning to get away but I could still see his eyes half closing, then looking up and his mouth rapidly shaping the words of the ‘Hail Mary.’ The IM would turn their lasers down to the lowest setting and first shoot out the eyes, then take off the arms and if he was lucky then they would aim for his heart. If he was not lucky, the dismemberment could go on and on for as long as they wanted. I wanted to look away but I couldn’t. I struggled and struggled and then I was awake and knew it was the nightmare. *** An eye opened. It was mine. The blurry horizon crystallised into the edge of the pillow as I realised where I was: Io. Being a commander has its perks, one being your own private cabin, but it was small and cramped. I closed my eye, reached up for the ledge of the sill above me and hauled myself out of bed. Feeling for the sanicube-handle opposite the bed, I released the cube from its folded position against the wall, selected ‘L’ and stepped in but then had to open my eyes to use it without spilling. A tube dispensed a sterilising solution onto my hands and the stream of water became hot air to dry them. Yawning enough for tears to clear my eyes, I took one step over to the n-gen, on the white work surface above the bed. I selected ‘Fried,’ then ‘Coffee, black’ and clicked on, the com centre. I had disabled the voice but I could see the display said, “2101, Feb 4. 2 – 06.30 I. 2 messages. Download?” I waited for the ding that would tell me my breakfast was ready. I knew I had just had another weird dream but I couldn’t quite remember it now. I tried. The n-gen dinged and I opened the white door to reveal the plate of hot, fried food and a mug of black coffee. I looked at the food dubiously and lifted the dark blue mug to my lips. The caffeine rush to my head felt good. Putting my left hand on my hip, I arched my back and then looked down at the pallid skin stretched over my late-twenties belly. ‘Bigger,’ I thought. ‘But only slightly.’ I picked up the plate of fried – bacon, eggs, potatoes, beans, fried-bread and mushrooms – all preselected as my personal preferences and lifted some mushrooms and potatoes to my mouth with the forkette. My buds tested the taste; it had that slight hint of mint or something metallic about it. “Damn,” I said out loud. For a few days now breakfast had tasted like this and I wasn’t sure if it was a fault with the n-gen or this batch of plasma. My n-gen was civvy and another one of the perks allowed to commanders; I’d had it for nearly five years and it had been everywhere with me. Normally they didn’t last longer than three years. Balancing the plate in my left hand, I picked up the remote, pressed ‘Monitor,’ chose ‘North elevation,’ then ‘R’ for recording and ‘Dec 9, 11.00,’ morning on the day we had arrived, a date I chose out of habit. I then pointed it at the panel, shaped like a window, on the narrow wall behind the pillow of the bed and it was filled with the image of the ground to the north of the command-post. Just like a window, you could even see ‘around’ the window frame if you wished to put your head that close to it. Yellow and reddish sulphur stretched away between the rocky silicates, to a jagged horizon a few hundred yards above the level of the command-post and perhaps two miles away. In places the silicate rock was white and in others a beautiful emerald green. If it hadn’t been for the bright purplish glow of the morning aurora above, I could have believed I was in the Mojave Desert on Earth, which was in a memory I had of visiting my grandparents once. Taking bigger mouthfuls, with my nostrils closed to avoid the nasty after-taste, I downed the breakfast and alternated my gaze between the landscape on the wall and the contents of the room. I took in the half-finished bottle of vodka next to the empty glass on the narrow table across the gang-way from my bed and the open notepad next to it with a few scrawled lines at the top of a new page. Writing pulp crime-novels was my weakness, or my hobby, depending on one’s generosity. I had finished the fried so I continued sipping black coffee and put on the Trion head-band, activating it by flicking a tiny black switch next to my left temple. “Record,” I said. Most company commanders, at least in USAC, were obliged to record their activities for viewing by paid subscribers; part of a deal USAC had made with the Amtel branch of RA. Most hated doing it but at least you could choose what to record and I never gave the leaches anything of real interest. The recording was made by a cam in the comms centre so a leach couldn’t see what was on my heads-up. “Download,” I said. A red light flickered once on the com centre. On the heads-up display in front of my left eye scrolled the first of two messages: Contact: Jena Ω “Hi Jake. I know you’re trying to make me jealous by not replying to my last messages but then again you could just be under attack and I’m supposed to be the rational woman so I can deal with that. I might just be too busy this week to record anything for you too. My boss wants me to prepare a legal-briefing for our merger with a company which has connections with Riccard-Amtel! Can you believe it? Oh I know we try not to bring business into our relationship but I couldn’t help myself. The consequences could be so far-reaching. Promotion, relocation. Who knows? Umm. In answer to your question last time; okay I’ve held out for quite a while haven’t I but yes, women do feel that sometimes. I suppose... Tell me more about what you do... Not during the day (with the boyz and grrls) but after. Are you still writing? Chloe misses u too. xx” End. Contact: Mary “Hi darling Mum here. How’s the (censored) winter? I know this will probably be censored but I don’t care. There’s lots to tell you but I'll keep it short for now. I’m just off to a local council meeting and later there's an art exhibition, Raccauld, which Justine and I are going to. Actually I’m meeting her for coffee at lunchtime. I think she wants to do some shopping. You know what she’s like. You cannot stop her once hubby has been paid. The Gazette had a nice photo of you the other day which I have stuck in the photo album. You’re a hero around here. The young boys talk of nothing else but the Iron Cross, I hear them when we go for picnics by the river. Oh yes and Robert O’Flannery has been elected Mayor again and has approved redevelopment of the area by the river. Office block I believe. Such a shame. One thing I was going to mention. A peculiar thing happened the other day...” There was a loud banging on the cabin-door which made me flinch. “Stop record,” I said and ignored the rest of the message in the heads-up. I took two steps to the door and opened it. Sergeant Stone’s chiseled face, topped with a brown flat-top and with shaving foam around its cheeks, confronted me. He was dressed only from the waist down. “Yes Sergeant?” I tried to sound patient. “Sir. Seismic activity detected 700 yards east of perimeter. About 100 feet down.” “Okay. Pick four men and get packed. I’ll be with you in five.” “Sir? We can investigate if you want. You don’t need to come.” “No but I want to come. I need the exercise.” “Sir.” There was no salute. I was informal with my troops most of the time in combat situations, especially the officers and Stone in particular, who had been with me a long time. *** “Lieutenant Osei, you have the comm.” We were in the port airlock five minutes later, myself unshaven, all in full-combat gear and Sergeant Stone handed me a Trion X.50. As the red light moved to ‘Gravity-local,’ we all grabbed the hand rails. Gravity on Io was about one fifth of that on Earth or about the same as the Moon and without the S-Grav, the rocking motion of the lift as it took us down to the surface would throw us about. The hatch opened and I led the team out into the moonlit night. I could feel the crunch of sulphur and silicates under my boots but all I could hear was my breath and the steady beep, every two seconds of the uplink indicator. We used a two-step canter to move over the terrain in a defensive pattern of two columns of three, ten feet apart. It was enough distance to give covering fire in all directions without hitting each other if needed. What we were looking for was any sign of a drill rig at the indicated distance of 700 yards. The Ionian Militia (see Appendix for more on the Ionian Militia) normally didn’t have the resources for automated rigs so there would be two or three poor bastards manning it, armed with A.M. 27s most probably. They would be targeting our S-Grav singularity, 1000 feet below the MCS – a known Mob. Command Station weakness. Our MCS was fitted with S-Grav Type 4 which was a lot more stable than the Type 3; its governor was accurate to 14-10 Volts, which it had to be to keep the singularity weak enough to be safe but strong enough to work effectively. *** Database download on the Ionian Militia: The Ionian Militia (IM) was formed by miners on Io, moon of Jupiter on June 1 2089. Their living conditions were already touch but falling iron prices led to smaller pay-rises and longer hours. They went on strike and in the long summer of 2080 Earth News bulletins were full of items about iron shortages and skirmishes between USAC troops and miners on IO. Led by Richard Ortega, the miners demanded some concessions, most prominent being that their families could live with them. This was granted but shortly after their families arrived, the miners were subjected to further pay-cuts and reductions in supply of essential equipment. From the Ionian Iron Miners Union was formed the Ionian Miner's Union, led by Ortega. This powerful union then began receiving equipment and other supplies directly from the Rebel Alliance on Earth, a move that was seen as highly provocative by the USAC forces, then in administrative control on Io and then attempted to block these supplies and suppress resistance using overpowering force. From the Ionian Miner's Union Ortega then formed the Ionian Militia, a small but highly trained and well-equipped force which operated using guerrilla tactics against USAC. The force gradually grew in size and strength until, ten years later, they are a significant force on Io, controlling one half of its surface. Only a few mines remained loyal to USAC, raising Solar System prices of iron and putting an end to the building of the great J stations. End Download. *** Micro-singularities were inherently unstable anyway for safety reasons but the governor itself was the only real vulnerability in the Type 4. By necessity it was located in the column only a few inches from the singularity and if it could be damaged by a small explosion, then there was a good chance the singularity would run away and if it grew rather than shrank, the result would be a massive explosion. Several MCSs had been knocked out this way. The militia squad wouldn’t be a problem but I wanted to be fully alert. My vision was still a bit blurry and I blinked a few times and squeezed my lids shut to lubricate my eyes. My stubble itched on the fabric inside the helmet. 500 yards out I raised my hand and we stopped. I pointed to the Sergeant and two of the corporals in their tan-coloured combat suits and motioned for them to move south of the target location which appeared to be behind a slight bluff. I motioned to the other two officers to follow me north. I was sure Stone would spread his men out a little, standard procedure, and I did the same as we flanked the bluff. I thought I could see a faint plume of yellow dust rising, the usual tell-tale sign of a drill-rig, but it was very faint and I wasn’t sure. I crouched down and tapped the shoulder of the soldier in front of me. I pointed at the faint plume and he turned to face me and he nodded. We tried not to kick up any dust ourselves as we rounded the shoulder of the bluff and the soldier in front held up his hand and stopped. This was it. They were there. His gloved fingers counted down three, two, one and then he moved forward, aiming his X.50 at something as I followed him, pointing mine in the same direction. As I emerged into the dip behind the bluff I saw what I had expected, a low wall of sulphur-dirt around a square dugout, perhaps ten feet along each side, with a cover slung over it to collect the dust. There was one helmet peering through the gap, straight at us. I saw the red beam from his A.M. 27 strike the helmet of the corporal and then the sighting beam turned green as the plasma shot was fired. But he was too slow. The corporal had already jumped, done a one-eighty and was coming down with his X.50 blazing green. I fired too. The poor armour of the Ionian’s helmet couldn’t withstand the X.50 rounds. It split and little globules of red blood floated out from under the cover. The intercom crackled. It was Stone. “Our man taken down sir. Going in for a look.” That meant there had been another guard on the south-side and he was now disabled. The rear guards stayed back as the leading four of us reached the entrance to the dugout, on its east-side and Stone poked his X.50 inside. He immediately backed out, saying “Two grubs,” over the intercom. By now I could barely see the dugout entrance for yellow dust and we waited for the two miners to emerge from the cloud. They came out with their hands up and Stone made them turn through 360 degrees before making them sit up against a rock a few yards east of the entrance. While Stone, recognisable by the over-sized dagger he usually wore, stood with his X.50 pointing at the two prisoners, one of his team dipped into the entrance to check all equipment was switched off before placing a small charge. During daylight hours you could not normally see the faces of other men through the visors because the filters would give off glare from the sun but I could see the two faces of the Ionians. One looked full of hate but the other looked strangely sullen, scared even. I decided to question him and not the other. I tapped his wrist, where intercom units used to be, and drew 220 in the air with my finger, the standard Red Cross frequency. Of course he had to activate this inside the helmet verbally and might not choose to do so. I turned my frequency to 200 and waited patiently. After a minute or more the intercom crackled and I heard a sullen, “Yes.” “Greetings Ionian,” I said jovially. “It’s your lucky day. You are definitely going to live and you might retain all your limbs if you answer a few simple questions.” “Smith, Corporal, 00001,” he said. His name, rank and serial number included the obligatory 00001. All Ionians used the same serial number. In effect they had no serial numbers which they felt confused USAC. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the other Ionian glanced nervously at Smith, several times. Is he afraid this one will reveal something? “Well Mr. Smith, Corporal Smith if you prefer...” I was digging and waited for a response. “Smith will do.” “Mm. You don’t seem so attached to the Militia as your friend there. How long have you been mining?” “A few months,” came the terse reply. The other Ionian winced. “Uh-huh. Have you targeted a Type 4 before?” The other Ionian looked surprised. “I dunno. Maybe.” “Maybe? It’s the latest type. What sort of charge were you planning to use?” “What do you mean? I don’t have to answer these questions. Look, if you want to get it over and done with that’s fine by me.” “What charge?” I made it sound angry and pointed my X.50 at his upper right arm. “Hey! Wait. I dunno. Four pounds, maybe. We hadn’t decided.” “Oh. I don’t think so. Okay sonny. So I know you are not a miner so that raises a serious question. What are you doing here?” Interesting. Is he an observer? A news reporter? Not sure. “No. Listen. I am just a miner. Okay so I have only been doing it a week. This is my first time. Training courses are hard to come by these days.” He laughed. “An ironic sense of humour... I like it! Shows intelligence. Maybe too much intelligence for a grub.” My men were gathered around now, tuned to 220, listening in. I could hear their breathing and their smirks from time to time. I tapped the shoulder of the nearest to me. “Stay on the proper frequency, corporal.” “He’s undercover sir,” said one of the other corporals. I recognised the voice; Opinnskey. A bit of a joker by all accounts but clever. “Undercover Opinnskey? Why do you say that?” “Look at those arms sir. He hasn’t ever lifted an A.M. in his life. Daddy is probably a high-up, I reckon.” He squeezed Smith’s scrawny arms and the others laughed. The other Ionian looked scared now. “Maybe he is. Maybe he is. Maybe his Daddy is high up in the army.” I thought I saw just the slightest flicker of his eyelid through the visor. “Did you want to see some active service? Blow up an MCS to impress a girl? I bet that would get you a few nights in bed with that pretty girl.” He looked uncomfortable. “Okay Stone. Take care of the other one.” Stone turned the dial on his X.50 to minimum ballistic charge and pulled back on the trigger. He aimed the red bead at the Ionian’s right shin. He pulled back further on the trigger and a green shot of plasma pierced the Ionians shin, leaving a neat black hole for a second which quickly ejected red bubbles before the suit sealed itself. I could see the Ionian was screaming but we couldn’t hear him. Stone repeated the shot on the other shin and then on both forearms. We couldn’t take prisoners and the Ionians wouldn’t take prisoners. But we didn’t want to kill so we just disabled the soldiers. Most of them would never see active service again so we were doing them a favour really. Their medics would pick them up quite quickly once we had broadcast the standard Red Cross distress signal for them. Of course some of the other USAC Companies were less lenient. I could see Smith was grimacing in anticipation of the pain that would surely come. Perhaps he thought he could get a lighter punishment. “Well?” I asked. “Well, what?” he said. “What's the explanation for you being here?” “I've told you everything. Just get it over with.” I crouched down and looked into his eyes. I could see a different kind of fear there now. It wasn’t fear for his physical safety. “Take the other one away Stone.” I gestured for the rest of our men to go with him and I waited while the writhing Ionian was dragged around the corner of the bluff. I spoke to Smith. “Okay now we are alone. Anything you tell me will have been extracted under duress. You won’t have been responsible. I used a dose of SPA on you okay? Now all I want do know is; who's your father?” “Okay. I will tell you something, something big but you gotta give me something. Leave my arms okay. I heard some guys lose the use of their fingers. I need them, you know?” “Okay. I tell you what. I will just lightly graze one arm but I better hit the other one or people will be suspicious. Don’t worry. I know just where to hit it. I can reduce the pain too. Deal?” I looked at him. “Deal.” He already looked like he regretted it. “Shit. Okay. My father is Anatolian Smith.” “And who is he?” “You haven’t heard of him?” He seemed astonished. “He is the the General, effectively, of the Ionian Militia for the whole of the northern hemisphere of Io. Nothing happens up here without his say-so” I forced myself to breathe deeply. This was a supreme stroke of luck and I was having trouble breathing. Sounding calm, I asked, “So what is it you were gonna to tell me?” “You want to know something big. I will tell you. There is an offensive planned. We have twelve new SU 401s and they are going to hit your mines at Ruwa Patera. Soon. I think maybe next month.” “SU 401s?” “You didn’t know that did you?” “Twelve? When did you say? In March?” “As far as I know.” “How? What weapons? Will there be ground troops? What is the strategic objective in all this?” “I don’t know all that. I told you what I know.” “Okay. I am going to give you a little ‘general.’ I’ll put it in your feed now. Relax.” I took a small plastic container out of my Medi-pouch and took off the lid. I screwed the end to the connector of the emergency intake on his respiratory unit and pressed the button to release the general anaesthetic into his system. I waited for a minute. Then I stood up, aimed my X.50 at his shin and fired a shot through his tibia. A neat black hole was filled with little red bubbles which drifted out into the thin Ionian atmosphere. Then a silver liquid, the sealant, trickled into the hole before it finally sealed the suit, leaving just a few red and silver bubbles floating away. He moaned but he didn’t scream. “Are you right-handed?” I asked. After a moment he answered, “Yes,” through clenched teeth. I fired a shot through his left forearm and then, as I had said I would, I grazed his right arm with the final shot. There was a lot more blood so I called Stone to get one of his men over to put a tourniquet on him. I stood up. Well. This is a turn-up. At last a real piece of luck. A chance for real glory, this is. With this I get promoted another rank, maybe two, and then we will see. A cold thrill ran through my spine but for fear of it reaching my finger tips and making me dance around like a fool, I confined it to quarters. We detonated the charge, after dragging the two casualties a safe distance away, and started back for base. There was some commotion off to my right; it looked as if two of the officers were arguing on a private link, one of them stamping his foot and shaking his X.50 but I ignored them. I wondered what the landscape would look like with trees, or even some grass. Riccard was rumoured to be working on a strain of grass that could grow in these conditions. For a moment I fancied myself as the governor of Io, with plans to geo-form it in some way but I caught myself. My life’s path had been decided for me a long time ago and creativity wasn’t a big part of it. The rest of my waking hours that day were spent communicating with USAC Command, first through my superior officer, Lieutenant Colonel Roanald, and then with Central Intel. Of course at first they were all skeptical about the provenance of my information but they had to admit it was brilliant if thought up on the spur of the moment. They confirmed the identity and rank of Anatolian Smith. Finally, around 20.00 hours, a decision was taken. I was to lead a task force of three companies in a covert mission to prevent the taking of Ruwa Patera, close to Anderstown, capital of the USAC territories on Io; covert because it was hoped we could surgically remove much of the cream of the Ionian Militia in this one operation if they weren’t expecting us.

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Sample It’s been over ten years since Gary Enquine sent my friend Przeltski to a certain death. Not one day has gone by without the memories of that battle prowling my mind like a waking nightmare. Many times I have woken in a cold-sweat thinking about it. I will not rest, cannot rest, until Gary Enquine has been brought to justice and been forced to pay for his cowardice. Ten years; it’s a long time but I can be patient. Personal journal entry of Jake Nanden for 2101, Feb 3. 1. *** Chapter One The little voice asked, after peering out of another portal at an earlier moment in his life, “Is it possible to time travel for I perceive that I can?” “Only after you leave this life,” said a voice, high and mighty. Then the little voice changed its tone for it was angry. “But that’s not fair! For, the one thing I wish I can’t have.” “Until you leave this life,” said the high voice. “Yes.” “Then now you can see advantages to moving beyond this life you have.” And the little voice perceived that all his previous angers, about matters of the flesh and daily living were not proper angers. A proper anger is the anger that desirable things lay beyond the portal of death. And so from that moment on his struggles to survive, to fight against the current, seemed improper to him and yet he could not help himself. Two of the Ionian Militia sat on top of Przeltski, ripping his helmet off, while another aimed his laser at his eyes. In the vacuum of Io’s atmosphere, Przeltski was mouthing the words, ‘save me’ but it was too late. I knew I couldn’t and had to try and save myself. I was turning to get away but I could still see his eyes half closing, then looking up and his mouth rapidly shaping the words of the ‘Hail Mary.’ The IM would turn their lasers down to the lowest setting and first shoot out the eyes, then take off the arms and if he was lucky then they would aim for his heart. If he was not lucky, the dismemberment could go on and on for as long as they wanted. I wanted to look away but I couldn’t. I struggled and struggled and then I was awake and knew it was the nightmare. *** An eye opened. It was mine. The blurry horizon crystallised into the edge of the pillow as I realised where I was: Io. Being a commander has its perks, one being your own private cabin, but it was small and cramped. I closed my eye, reached up for the ledge of the sill above me and hauled myself out of bed. Feeling for the sanicube-handle opposite the bed, I released the cube from its folded position against the wall, selected ‘L’ and stepped in but then had to open my eyes to use it without spilling. A tube dispensed a sterilising solution onto my hands and the stream of water became hot air to dry them. Yawning enough for tears to clear my eyes, I took one step over to the n-gen, on the white work surface above the bed. I selected ‘Fried,’ then ‘Coffee, black’ and clicked on, the com centre. I had disabled the voice but I could see the display said, “2101, Feb 4. 2 – 06.30 I. 2 messages. Download?” I waited for the ding that would tell me my breakfast was ready. I knew I had just had another weird dream but I couldn’t quite remember it now. I tried. The n-gen dinged and I opened the white door to reveal the plate of hot, fried food and a mug of black coffee. I looked at the food dubiously and lifted the dark blue mug to my lips. The caffeine rush to my head felt good. Putting my left hand on my hip, I arched my back and then looked down at the pallid skin stretched over my late-twenties belly. ‘Bigger,’ I thought. ‘But only slightly.’ I picked up the plate of fried – bacon, eggs, potatoes, beans, fried-bread and mushrooms – all preselected as my personal preferences and lifted some mushrooms and potatoes to my mouth with the forkette. My buds tested the taste; it had that slight hint of mint or something metallic about it. “Damn,” I said out loud. For a few days now breakfast had tasted like this and I wasn’t sure if it was a fault with the n-gen or this batch of plasma. My n-gen was civvy and another one of the perks allowed to commanders; I’d had it for nearly five years and it had been everywhere with me. Normally they didn’t last longer than three years. Balancing the plate in my left hand, I picked up the remote, pressed ‘Monitor,’ chose ‘North elevation,’ then ‘R’ for recording and ‘Dec 9, 11.00,’ morning on the day we had arrived, a date I chose out of habit. I then pointed it at the panel, shaped like a window, on the narrow wall behind the pillow of the bed and it was filled with the image of the ground to the north of the command-post. Just like a window, you could even see ‘around’ the window frame if you wished to put your head that close to it. Yellow and reddish sulphur stretched away between the rocky silicates, to a jagged horizon a few hundred yards above the level of the command-post and perhaps two miles away. In places the silicate rock was white and in others a beautiful emerald green. If it hadn’t been for the bright purplish glow of the morning aurora above, I could have believed I was in the Mojave Desert on Earth, which was in a memory I had of visiting my grandparents once. Taking bigger mouthfuls, with my nostrils closed to avoid the nasty after-taste, I downed the breakfast and alternated my gaze between the landscape on the wall and the contents of the room. I took in the half-finished bottle of vodka next to the empty glass on the narrow table across the gang-way from my bed and the open notepad next to it with a few scrawled lines at the top of a new page. Writing pulp crime-novels was my weakness, or my hobby, depending on one’s generosity. I had finished the fried so I continued sipping black coffee and put on the Trion head-band, activating it by flicking a tiny black switch next to my left temple. “Record,” I said. Most company commanders, at least in USAC, were obliged to record their activities for viewing by paid subscribers; part of a deal USAC had made with the Amtel branch of RA. Most hated doing it but at least you could choose what to record and I never gave the leaches anything of real interest. The recording was made by a cam in the comms centre so a leach couldn’t see what was on my heads-up. “Download,” I said. A red light flickered once on the com centre. On the heads-up display in front of my left eye scrolled the first of two messages: Contact: Jena Ω “Hi Jake. I know you’re trying to make me jealous by not replying to my last messages but then again you could just be under attack and I’m supposed to be the rational woman so I can deal with that. I might just be too busy this week to record anything for you too. My boss wants me to prepare a legal-briefing for our merger with a company which has connections with Riccard-Amtel! Can you believe it? Oh I know we try not to bring business into our relationship but I couldn’t help myself. The consequences could be so far-reaching. Promotion, relocation. Who knows? Umm. In answer to your question last time; okay I’ve held out for quite a while haven’t I but yes, women do feel that sometimes. I suppose... Tell me more about what you do... Not during the day (with the boyz and grrls) but after. Are you still writing? Chloe misses u too. xx” End. Contact: Mary “Hi darling Mum here. How’s the (censored) winter? I know this will probably be censored but I don’t care. There’s lots to tell you but I'll keep it short for now. I’m just off to a local council meeting and later there's an art exhibition, Raccauld, which Justine and I are going to. Actually I’m meeting her for coffee at lunchtime. I think she wants to do some shopping. You know what she’s like. You cannot stop her once hubby has been paid. The Gazette had a nice photo of you the other day which I have stuck in the photo album. You’re a hero around here. The young boys talk of nothing else but the Iron Cross, I hear them when we go for picnics by the river. Oh yes and Robert O’Flannery has been elected Mayor again and has approved redevelopment of the area by the river. Office block I believe. Such a shame. One thing I was going to mention. A peculiar thing happened the other day...” There was a loud banging on the cabin-door which made me flinch. “Stop record,” I said and ignored the rest of the message in the heads-up. I took two steps to the door and opened it. Sergeant Stone’s chiseled face, topped with a brown flat-top and with shaving foam around its cheeks, confronted me. He was dressed only from the waist down. “Yes Sergeant?” I tried to sound patient. “Sir. Seismic activity detected 700 yards east of perimeter. About 100 feet down.” “Okay. Pick four men and get packed. I’ll be with you in five.” “Sir? We can investigate if you want. You don’t need to come.” “No but I want to come. I need the exercise.” “Sir.” There was no salute. I was informal with my troops most of the time in combat situations, especially the officers and Stone in particular, who had been with me a long time. *** “Lieutenant Osei, you have the comm.” We were in the port airlock five minutes later, myself unshaven, all in full-combat gear and Sergeant Stone handed me a Trion X.50. As the red light moved to ‘Gravity-local,’ we all grabbed the hand rails. Gravity on Io was about one fifth of that on Earth or about the same as the Moon and without the S-Grav, the rocking motion of the lift as it took us down to the surface would throw us about. The hatch opened and I led the team out into the moonlit night. I could feel the crunch of sulphur and silicates under my boots but all I could hear was my breath and the steady beep, every two seconds of the uplink indicator. We used a two-step canter to move over the terrain in a defensive pattern of two columns of three, ten feet apart. It was enough distance to give covering fire in all directions without hitting each other if needed. What we were looking for was any sign of a drill rig at the indicated distance of 700 yards. The Ionian Militia (see Appendix for more on the Ionian Militia) normally didn’t have the resources for automated rigs so there would be two or three poor bastards manning it, armed with A.M. 27s most probably. They would be targeting our S-Grav singularity, 1000 feet below the MCS – a known Mob. Command Station weakness. Our MCS was fitted with S-Grav Type 4 which was a lot more stable than the Type 3; its governor was accurate to 14-10 Volts, which it had to be to keep the singularity weak enough to be safe but strong enough to work effectively. *** Database download on the Ionian Militia: The Ionian Militia (IM) was formed by miners on Io, moon of Jupiter on June 1 2089. Their living conditions were already touch but falling iron prices led to smaller pay-rises and longer hours. They went on strike and in the long summer of 2080 Earth News bulletins were full of items about iron shortages and skirmishes between USAC troops and miners on IO. Led by Richard Ortega, the miners demanded some concessions, most prominent being that their families could live with them. This was granted but shortly after their families arrived, the miners were subjected to further pay-cuts and reductions in supply of essential equipment. From the Ionian Iron Miners Union was formed the Ionian Miner's Union, led by Ortega. This powerful union then began receiving equipment and other supplies directly from the Rebel Alliance on Earth, a move that was seen as highly provocative by the USAC forces, then in administrative control on Io and then attempted to block these supplies and suppress resistance using overpowering force. From the Ionian Miner's Union Ortega then formed the Ionian Militia, a small but highly trained and well-equipped force which operated using guerrilla tactics against USAC. The force gradually grew in size and strength until, ten years later, they are a significant force on Io, controlling one half of its surface. Only a few mines remained loyal to USAC, raising Solar System prices of iron and putting an end to the building of the great J stations. End Download. *** Micro-singularities were inherently unstable anyway for safety reasons but the governor itself was the only real vulnerability in the Type 4. By necessity it was located in the column only a few inches from the singularity and if it could be damaged by a small explosion, then there was a good chance the singularity would run away and if it grew rather than shrank, the result would be a massive explosion. Several MCSs had been knocked out this way. The militia squad wouldn’t be a problem but I wanted to be fully alert. My vision was still a bit blurry and I blinked a few times and squeezed my lids shut to lubricate my eyes. My stubble itched on the fabric inside the helmet. 500 yards out I raised my hand and we stopped. I pointed to the Sergeant and two of the corporals in their tan-coloured combat suits and motioned for them to move south of the target location which appeared to be behind a slight bluff. I motioned to the other two officers to follow me north. I was sure Stone would spread his men out a little, standard procedure, and I did the same as we flanked the bluff. I thought I could see a faint plume of yellow dust rising, the usual tell-tale sign of a drill-rig, but it was very faint and I wasn’t sure. I crouched down and tapped the shoulder of the soldier in front of me. I pointed at the faint plume and he turned to face me and he nodded. We tried not to kick up any dust ourselves as we rounded the shoulder of the bluff and the soldier in front held up his hand and stopped. This was it. They were there. His gloved fingers counted down three, two, one and then he moved forward, aiming his X.50 at something as I followed him, pointing mine in the same direction. As I emerged into the dip behind the bluff I saw what I had expected, a low wall of sulphur-dirt around a square dugout, perhaps ten feet along each side, with a cover slung over it to collect the dust. There was one helmet peering through the gap, straight at us. I saw the red beam from his A.M. 27 strike the helmet of the corporal and then the sighting beam turned green as the plasma shot was fired. But he was too slow. The corporal had already jumped, done a one-eighty and was coming down with his X.50 blazing green. I fired too. The poor armour of the Ionian’s helmet couldn’t withstand the X.50 rounds. It split and little globules of red blood floated out from under the cover. The intercom crackled. It was Stone. “Our man taken down sir. Going in for a look.” That meant there had been another guard on the south-side and he was now disabled. The rear guards stayed back as the leading four of us reached the entrance to the dugout, on its east-side and Stone poked his X.50 inside. He immediately backed out, saying “Two grubs,” over the intercom. By now I could barely see the dugout entrance for yellow dust and we waited for the two miners to emerge from the cloud. They came out with their hands up and Stone made them turn through 360 degrees before making them sit up against a rock a few yards east of the entrance. While Stone, recognisable by the over-sized dagger he usually wore, stood with his X.50 pointing at the two prisoners, one of his team dipped into the entrance to check all equipment was switched off before placing a small charge. During daylight hours you could not normally see the faces of other men through the visors because the filters would give off glare from the sun but I could see the two faces of the Ionians. One looked full of hate but the other looked strangely sullen, scared even. I decided to question him and not the other. I tapped his wrist, where intercom units used to be, and drew 220 in the air with my finger, the standard Red Cross frequency. Of course he had to activate this inside the helmet verbally and might not choose to do so. I turned my frequency to 200 and waited patiently. After a minute or more the intercom crackled and I heard a sullen, “Yes.” “Greetings Ionian,” I said jovially. “It’s your lucky day. You are definitely going to live and you might retain all your limbs if you answer a few simple questions.” “Smith, Corporal, 00001,” he said. His name, rank and serial number included the obligatory 00001. All Ionians used the same serial number. In effect they had no serial numbers which they felt confused USAC. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the other Ionian glanced nervously at Smith, several times. Is he afraid this one will reveal something? “Well Mr. Smith, Corporal Smith if you prefer...” I was digging and waited for a response. “Smith will do.” “Mm. You don’t seem so attached to the Militia as your friend there. How long have you been mining?” “A few months,” came the terse reply. The other Ionian winced. “Uh-huh. Have you targeted a Type 4 before?” The other Ionian looked surprised. “I dunno. Maybe.” “Maybe? It’s the latest type. What sort of charge were you planning to use?” “What do you mean? I don’t have to answer these questions. Look, if you want to get it over and done with that’s fine by me.” “What charge?” I made it sound angry and pointed my X.50 at his upper right arm. “Hey! Wait. I dunno. Four pounds, maybe. We hadn’t decided.” “Oh. I don’t think so. Okay sonny. So I know you are not a miner so that raises a serious question. What are you doing here?” Interesting. Is he an observer? A news reporter? Not sure. “No. Listen. I am just a miner. Okay so I have only been doing it a week. This is my first time. Training courses are hard to come by these days.” He laughed. “An ironic sense of humour... I like it! Shows intelligence. Maybe too much intelligence for a grub.” My men were gathered around now, tuned to 220, listening in. I could hear their breathing and their smirks from time to time. I tapped the shoulder of the nearest to me. “Stay on the proper frequency, corporal.” “He’s undercover sir,” said one of the other corporals. I recognised the voice; Opinnskey. A bit of a joker by all accounts but clever. “Undercover Opinnskey? Why do you say that?” “Look at those arms sir. He hasn’t ever lifted an A.M. in his life. Daddy is probably a high-up, I reckon.” He squeezed Smith’s scrawny arms and the others laughed. The other Ionian looked scared now. “Maybe he is. Maybe he is. Maybe his Daddy is high up in the army.” I thought I saw just the slightest flicker of his eyelid through the visor. “Did you want to see some active service? Blow up an MCS to impress a girl? I bet that would get you a few nights in bed with that pretty girl.” He looked uncomfortable. “Okay Stone. Take care of the other one.” Stone turned the dial on his X.50 to minimum ballistic charge and pulled back on the trigger. He aimed the red bead at the Ionian’s right shin. He pulled back further on the trigger and a green shot of plasma pierced the Ionians shin, leaving a neat black hole for a second which quickly ejected red bubbles before the suit sealed itself. I could see the Ionian was screaming but we couldn’t hear him. Stone repeated the shot on the other shin and then on both forearms. We couldn’t take prisoners and the Ionians wouldn’t take prisoners. But we didn’t want to kill so we just disabled the soldiers. Most of them would never see active service again so we were doing them a favour really. Their medics would pick them up quite quickly once we had broadcast the standard Red Cross distress signal for them. Of course some of the other USAC Companies were less lenient. I could see Smith was grimacing in anticipation of the pain that would surely come. Perhaps he thought he could get a lighter punishment. “Well?” I asked. “Well, what?” he said. “What's the explanation for you being here?” “I've told you everything. Just get it over with.” I crouched down and looked into his eyes. I could see a different kind of fear there now. It wasn’t fear for his physical safety. “Take the other one away Stone.” I gestured for the rest of our men to go with him and I waited while the writhing Ionian was dragged around the corner of the bluff. I spoke to Smith. “Okay now we are alone. Anything you tell me will have been extracted under duress. You won’t have been responsible. I used a dose of SPA on you okay? Now all I want do know is; who's your father?” “Okay. I will tell you something, something big but you gotta give me something. Leave my arms okay. I heard some guys lose the use of their fingers. I need them, you know?” “Okay. I tell you what. I will just lightly graze one arm but I better hit the other one or people will be suspicious. Don’t worry. I know just where to hit it. I can reduce the pain too. Deal?” I looked at him. “Deal.” He already looked like he regretted it. “Shit. Okay. My father is Anatolian Smith.” “And who is he?” “You haven’t heard of him?” He seemed astonished. “He is the the General, effectively, of the Ionian Militia for the whole of the northern hemisphere of Io. Nothing happens up here without his say-so” I forced myself to breathe deeply. This was a supreme stroke of luck and I was having trouble breathing. Sounding calm, I asked, “So what is it you were gonna to tell me?” “You want to know something big. I will tell you. There is an offensive planned. We have twelve new SU 401s and they are going to hit your mines at Ruwa Patera. Soon. I think maybe next month.” “SU 401s?” “You didn’t know that did you?” “Twelve? When did you say? In March?” “As far as I know.” “How? What weapons? Will there be ground troops? What is the strategic objective in all this?” “I don’t know all that. I told you what I know.” “Okay. I am going to give you a little ‘general.’ I’ll put it in your feed now. Relax.” I took a small plastic container out of my Medi-pouch and took off the lid. I screwed the end to the connector of the emergency intake on his respiratory unit and pressed the button to release the general anaesthetic into his system. I waited for a minute. Then I stood up, aimed my X.50 at his shin and fired a shot through his tibia. A neat black hole was filled with little red bubbles which drifted out into the thin Ionian atmosphere. Then a silver liquid, the sealant, trickled into the hole before it finally sealed the suit, leaving just a few red and silver bubbles floating away. He moaned but he didn’t scream. “Are you right-handed?” I asked. After a moment he answered, “Yes,” through clenched teeth. I fired a shot through his left forearm and then, as I had said I would, I grazed his right arm with the final shot. There was a lot more blood so I called Stone to get one of his men over to put a tourniquet on him. I stood up. Well. This is a turn-up. At last a real piece of luck. A chance for real glory, this is. With this I get promoted another rank, maybe two, and then we will see. A cold thrill ran through my spine but for fear of it reaching my finger tips and making me dance around like a fool, I confined it to quarters. We detonated the charge, after dragging the two casualties a safe distance away, and started back for base. There was some commotion off to my right; it looked as if two of the officers were arguing on a private link, one of them stamping his foot and shaking his X.50 but I ignored them. I wondered what the landscape would look like with trees, or even some grass. Riccard was rumoured to be working on a strain of grass that could grow in these conditions. For a moment I fancied myself as the governor of Io, with plans to geo-form it in some way but I caught myself. My life’s path had been decided for me a long time ago and creativity wasn’t a big part of it. The rest of my waking hours that day were spent communicating with USAC Command, first through my superior officer, Lieutenant Colonel Roanald, and then with Central Intel. Of course at first they were all skeptical about the provenance of my information but they had to admit it was brilliant if thought up on the spur of the moment. They confirmed the identity and rank of Anatolian Smith. Finally, around 20.00 hours, a decision was taken. I was to lead a task force of three companies in a covert mission to prevent the taking of Ruwa Patera, close to Anderstown, capital of the USAC territories on Io; covert because it was hoped we could surgically remove much of the cream of the Ionian Militia in this one operation if they weren’t expecting us.


21 Kesaris

21 Kesaris [Pdf/ePub] eBook Author: Kiran Nirvan
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10,000 Afghans. 21 Sikh soldiers. One epic battle. On 12 September 1897, 21 soldiers of 36th Sikh regiment stood undeterred as they guarded the post of Saragarhi against the onslaught of almost 10,000 Afghan tribesmen – a battle for the ages that ended in them laying down their lives in a final hand-to-hand combat. The unparalleled heroics of these 21 men have, however, been long forgotten by history. What led to the Battle of Saragarhi? What was the socio-political scenario at the time? Who were these tribesmen and why did they attack an outpost in such great numbers? Who were the 21 soldiers and how were they able to keep the enemy at bay against all odds? Based on colonial era records and information provided by the 4th Sikh battalion, the legatee unit of 36th Sikhs, 21 Kesaris attempts to answer these questions while paying homage to the brave soldiers who defended the 'kesari' flag – depicting their Khalsa heritage – with their last breaths.

Download or read 21 Kesaris book by clicking button below to visit the book download website. There are multiple format available for you to choose (Pdf, ePub, Doc). 10,000 Afghans. 21 Sikh soldiers. One epic battle. On 12 September 1897, 21 soldiers of 36th Sikh regiment stood undeterred as they guarded the post of Saragarhi against the onslaught of almost 10,000 Afghan tribesmen – a battle for the ages that ended in them laying down their lives in a final hand-to-hand combat. The unparalleled heroics of these 21 men have, however, been long forgotten by history. What led to the Battle of Saragarhi? What was the socio-political scenario at the time? Who were these tribesmen and why did they attack an outpost in such great numbers? Who were the 21 soldiers and how were they able to keep the enemy at bay against all odds? Based on colonial era records and information provided by the 4th Sikh battalion, the legatee unit of 36th Sikhs, 21 Kesaris attempts to answer these questions while paying homage to the brave soldiers who defended the 'kesari' flag – depicting their Khalsa heritage – with their last breaths.


Hunger Games -

Hunger Games - [Pdf/ePub] eBook Author: Suzanne COLLINS
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Le best-seller mondial en version numérique ! Peeta et Katniss sont tirés au sort pour participer aux Hunger Games. La règle est simple : 24 candidats pour un seul survivant, le tout sous le feu des caméras... Dans un futur sombre, sur les ruines des États-Unis, un jeu télévisé est créé pour contrôler le peuple par la terreur. Douze garçons et douze filles tirés au sort participent à cette sinistre téléréalité, que tout le monde est forcé de regarder en direct. Une seule règle dans l'arène : survivre, à tout prix. Quand sa petite sœur est appelée pour participer aux Hunger Games, Katniss n'hésite pas une seconde. Elle prend sa place, consciente du danger. À seize ans, Katniss a déjà été confrontée plusieurs fois à la mort. Chez elle, survivre est comme une seconde nature...

Download or read Hunger Games - book by clicking button below to visit the book download website. There are multiple format available for you to choose (Pdf, ePub, Doc). Le best-seller mondial en version numérique ! Peeta et Katniss sont tirés au sort pour participer aux Hunger Games. La règle est simple : 24 candidats pour un seul survivant, le tout sous le feu des caméras... Dans un futur sombre, sur les ruines des États-Unis, un jeu télévisé est créé pour contrôler le peuple par la terreur. Douze garçons et douze filles tirés au sort participent à cette sinistre téléréalité, que tout le monde est forcé de regarder en direct. Une seule règle dans l'arène : survivre, à tout prix. Quand sa petite sœur est appelée pour participer aux Hunger Games, Katniss n'hésite pas une seconde. Elle prend sa place, consciente du danger. À seize ans, Katniss a déjà été confrontée plusieurs fois à la mort. Chez elle, survivre est comme une seconde nature...


La passion d'Amanda

La passion d'Amanda [Pdf/ePub] eBook Author: Nora Roberts
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Trop beau. Trop sûr de lui et de son pouvoir de séduction. Et, surtout, terriblement arrogant. Dès le premier regard, Amanda Calhoun ne peut s’empêcher de détester Sloan O’Riley. Alors, quand elle apprend qu’elle va devoir le côtoyer pendant plusieurs semaines – n’est-il pas en effet l’architecte qui a été chargé de refaire les plans du manoir familial des Tours ? –, elle enrage. Sloan n’a pas intérêt à tenter son numéro de charme sur elle et à la déranger pendant qu’elle organise le mariage de sa jeune sœur Catherine ! Sauf qu’elle ne tarde guère à comprendre qu’il est peut-être le seul à pouvoir découvrir où est caché le mystérieux bijou qu’elle et ses sœurs cherchent en vain depuis des mois... Ce roman est le 2ème tome de la série L'héritage des Calhoun.

Download or read La passion d'Amanda book by clicking button below to visit the book download website. There are multiple format available for you to choose (Pdf, ePub, Doc). Trop beau. Trop sûr de lui et de son pouvoir de séduction. Et, surtout, terriblement arrogant. Dès le premier regard, Amanda Calhoun ne peut s’empêcher de détester Sloan O’Riley. Alors, quand elle apprend qu’elle va devoir le côtoyer pendant plusieurs semaines – n’est-il pas en effet l’architecte qui a été chargé de refaire les plans du manoir familial des Tours ? –, elle enrage. Sloan n’a pas intérêt à tenter son numéro de charme sur elle et à la déranger pendant qu’elle organise le mariage de sa jeune sœur Catherine ! Sauf qu’elle ne tarde guère à comprendre qu’il est peut-être le seul à pouvoir découvrir où est caché le mystérieux bijou qu’elle et ses sœurs cherchent en vain depuis des mois... Ce roman est le 2ème tome de la série L'héritage des Calhoun.


Moi Elton John

Moi Elton John [Pdf/ePub] eBook Author: Anatole Muchnik,Elton John,Abel Gerschenfeld
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Elton John : un nom, une légende vivante. De ses débuts à sa gloire planétaire, sa carrière est à l'image de sa vie : extraordinaire. Aujourd'hui, pour la première fois, il se raconte et nous fait vivre son incroyable aventure, avec ses moments les plus fous et les plus déchirants. Né dans la banlieue londonienne de Pinner, le petit Reginald Dwight se rêve très tôt un destin de pop-star. Il se réalise lors de son tout premier concert aux Etats-Unis sous les yeux d'un public stupéfait par sa combinaison jaune canari, son T-shirt étoilé et ses bottes aux ailes dorées. Elton John est né, et le monde de la musique ne sera plus jamais le même. Des premiers refus essuyés avec son parolier Bernie Taupin à son ascension fulgurante dans les charts ; de ses amitiés avec John Lennon, Freddie Mercury et George Michael à sa rencontre avec la reine d'Angleterre qui l'anoblit ; de ses tentatives de suicide à son addiction à la drogue, tenue secrète, et dont il mettra plus de dix ans à se libérer, ces pages retracent le parcours hors du commun d'une des dernières rock stars du siècle. Elton John est aussi un homme engagé : dans ce livre, il parle très ouvertement de sa désintoxication et de la création de la fondation contre le SIDA qui porte son nom. Il évoque sa rencontre du grand amour en la personne de David Furmish, ses vacances avec Versace et l'enterrement de Lady Diana. Et il revient sur l'instant précis où il a voulu devenir père, au risque de bouleverser à nouveau sa vie. Passionnant, débordant d'humour et profondément émouvant, Moi vous embarque dans un voyage en tête à tête avec une légende vivante.

Download or read Moi Elton John book by clicking button below to visit the book download website. There are multiple format available for you to choose (Pdf, ePub, Doc). Elton John : un nom, une légende vivante. De ses débuts à sa gloire planétaire, sa carrière est à l'image de sa vie : extraordinaire. Aujourd'hui, pour la première fois, il se raconte et nous fait vivre son incroyable aventure, avec ses moments les plus fous et les plus déchirants. Né dans la banlieue londonienne de Pinner, le petit Reginald Dwight se rêve très tôt un destin de pop-star. Il se réalise lors de son tout premier concert aux Etats-Unis sous les yeux d'un public stupéfait par sa combinaison jaune canari, son T-shirt étoilé et ses bottes aux ailes dorées. Elton John est né, et le monde de la musique ne sera plus jamais le même. Des premiers refus essuyés avec son parolier Bernie Taupin à son ascension fulgurante dans les charts ; de ses amitiés avec John Lennon, Freddie Mercury et George Michael à sa rencontre avec la reine d'Angleterre qui l'anoblit ; de ses tentatives de suicide à son addiction à la drogue, tenue secrète, et dont il mettra plus de dix ans à se libérer, ces pages retracent le parcours hors du commun d'une des dernières rock stars du siècle. Elton John est aussi un homme engagé : dans ce livre, il parle très ouvertement de sa désintoxication et de la création de la fondation contre le SIDA qui porte son nom. Il évoque sa rencontre du grand amour en la personne de David Furmish, ses vacances avec Versace et l'enterrement de Lady Diana. Et il revient sur l'instant précis où il a voulu devenir père, au risque de bouleverser à nouveau sa vie. Passionnant, débordant d'humour et profondément émouvant, Moi vous embarque dans un voyage en tête à tête avec une légende vivante.


L'impératrice des orages

L'impératrice des orages [Pdf/ePub] eBook Author: Nicola M. Cameron
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Un roi qui doit s’offrir comme consort royal afin d’honorer un traité. Une jeune reine et mage, mariée de manière inattendue à l’homme qu’elle aime depuis son enfance. Deux pays, divisés géographiquement et unis par un mariage politique, sont en équilibre au bord de l’âge d’or. Mais une magie vicieuse et une trahison inattendue déchireront-elles le couple royal et leurs royaumes ? Lorsque le roi Matthias d’Ypres doit honorer un traité et fournir un consort royal à la jeune Reine Danaë de Hellas, la seule personne de sang royal disponible pour le mariage c’est... lui. Peut-il risquer de faire entrer une reine sorcière aux cheveux bleus dans son cœur ? Par nécessité politique, la Reine Danaë se retrouve à épouser l’homme qu’elle aime secrètement. Maintenant, elle doit gagner le cœur d’un roi, s’affirmer comme mage et vaincre les ennemis qui les menacent tous les deux.

Download or read L'impératrice des orages book by clicking button below to visit the book download website. There are multiple format available for you to choose (Pdf, ePub, Doc). Un roi qui doit s’offrir comme consort royal afin d’honorer un traité. Une jeune reine et mage, mariée de manière inattendue à l’homme qu’elle aime depuis son enfance. Deux pays, divisés géographiquement et unis par un mariage politique, sont en équilibre au bord de l’âge d’or. Mais une magie vicieuse et une trahison inattendue déchireront-elles le couple royal et leurs royaumes ? Lorsque le roi Matthias d’Ypres doit honorer un traité et fournir un consort royal à la jeune Reine Danaë de Hellas, la seule personne de sang royal disponible pour le mariage c’est... lui. Peut-il risquer de faire entrer une reine sorcière aux cheveux bleus dans son cœur ? Par nécessité politique, la Reine Danaë se retrouve à épouser l’homme qu’elle aime secrètement. Maintenant, elle doit gagner le cœur d’un roi, s’affirmer comme mage et vaincre les ennemis qui les menacent tous les deux.


Dead Tomorrow

Dead Tomorrow [Pdf/ePub] eBook Author: Peter James
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Dead Tomorrow is the fifth novel in the multi-million copy bestselling Detective Superintendent Roy Grace series from number one author Peter James. In an evil world, everything is for sale . . . The body of a missing teenager is dredged from the seabed off the Sussex coast, missing vital organs. Soon after, a further two more bodies are found . . . Caitlin Beckett, a fifteen-year-old in Brighton will die if she does not receive an urgent transplant. When the health system threatens to let her down her mother takes drastic action and goes to an online broker in black-market organs. The broker can provide what she wants, but it will come at a price. As Detective Superintendent Roy Grace investigates the recovered bodies, he unearths the trail of a gang of child traffickers operating from Eastern Europe. Soon Grace and his team will find themselves in a race against time to save the life of a young street kid, while a desperate mother will stop at nothing to save her daughter's life . . .

Download or read Dead Tomorrow book by clicking button below to visit the book download website. There are multiple format available for you to choose (Pdf, ePub, Doc). Dead Tomorrow is the fifth novel in the multi-million copy bestselling Detective Superintendent Roy Grace series from number one author Peter James. In an evil world, everything is for sale . . . The body of a missing teenager is dredged from the seabed off the Sussex coast, missing vital organs. Soon after, a further two more bodies are found . . . Caitlin Beckett, a fifteen-year-old in Brighton will die if she does not receive an urgent transplant. When the health system threatens to let her down her mother takes drastic action and goes to an online broker in black-market organs. The broker can provide what she wants, but it will come at a price. As Detective Superintendent Roy Grace investigates the recovered bodies, he unearths the trail of a gang of child traffickers operating from Eastern Europe. Soon Grace and his team will find themselves in a race against time to save the life of a young street kid, while a desperate mother will stop at nothing to save her daughter's life . . .


Stacking the Deck

Stacking the Deck [Pdf/ePub] eBook Author: David S. Pottruck
Editor: John Wiley & Sons
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Stacking the Deck by David S. Pottruck Book Summary:

Change is a constant, and leaders must do more than keepup—they must innovate and accelerate to succeed. Yet peopleare often unnerved by change. As a leader during a time oftransformation, you may stand up before teams that are indifferent,or even hostile, and need to convince them that change is necessaryand urgent. More than money, time, or resources, the ability tolead these people determines your ultimate success or failure. Whatdoes it take to be an effective change leader and increase the oddsof success? Stacking the Deck offers a proven, practical approach forinspiring meaningful, lasting change across an organization.Stacking the Deck presents a nine-step course of actionleaders can follow from the first realization that change is neededthrough all the steps of implementation, including assembling theright team of close advisors and getting the word out to the widergroup. Based on Dave Pottruck's experiences leading change as CEO ofCharles Schwab and later as chairman of CorpU and HighTowerAdvisors, these steps provide a guide to ensure that your changeinitiative and your team have the best possible shot at success. Inaddition, established business leaders who have led extraordinarychange initiatives demonstrate the steps in action. Theseexecutives include eBay CEO John Donahoe, Wells Fargo former CEODick Kovacevich, Starbucks chief executive officer Howard Schultz,San Francisco Giants CEO Larry Baer, JetBlue CEO Dave Barger,Asurion CEO Steve Ellis, Pinkberry CEO Ron Graves, and Intel'sPresident Renee James, among others. Leading an organization through major change—whether it'sthe introduction of a new product, an expansion to a new territory,or a difficult downsizing—is not for the faint of heart.While success is never guaranteed, the right leadership, process,and team make all the difference. For all leaders facing majorchange in their organizations, Stacking the Deck is anindispensable resource for putting the odds in your favor.

Download or read Stacking the Deck book by clicking button below to visit the book download website. There are multiple format available for you to choose (Pdf, ePub, Doc). Change is a constant, and leaders must do more than keepup—they must innovate and accelerate to succeed. Yet peopleare often unnerved by change. As a leader during a time oftransformation, you may stand up before teams that are indifferent,or even hostile, and need to convince them that change is necessaryand urgent. More than money, time, or resources, the ability tolead these people determines your ultimate success or failure. Whatdoes it take to be an effective change leader and increase the oddsof success? Stacking the Deck offers a proven, practical approach forinspiring meaningful, lasting change across an organization.Stacking the Deck presents a nine-step course of actionleaders can follow from the first realization that change is neededthrough all the steps of implementation, including assembling theright team of close advisors and getting the word out to the widergroup. Based on Dave Pottruck's experiences leading change as CEO ofCharles Schwab and later as chairman of CorpU and HighTowerAdvisors, these steps provide a guide to ensure that your changeinitiative and your team have the best possible shot at success. Inaddition, established business leaders who have led extraordinarychange initiatives demonstrate the steps in action. Theseexecutives include eBay CEO John Donahoe, Wells Fargo former CEODick Kovacevich, Starbucks chief executive officer Howard Schultz,San Francisco Giants CEO Larry Baer, JetBlue CEO Dave Barger,Asurion CEO Steve Ellis, Pinkberry CEO Ron Graves, and Intel'sPresident Renee James, among others. Leading an organization through major change—whether it'sthe introduction of a new product, an expansion to a new territory,or a difficult downsizing—is not for the faint of heart.While success is never guaranteed, the right leadership, process,and team make all the difference. For all leaders facing majorchange in their organizations, Stacking the Deck is anindispensable resource for putting the odds in your favor.


Dream On

Dream On [Pdf/ePub] eBook Author: Manoj Arora
Editor: Notion Press
ISBN-10: 9352061659
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Format File: Pdf
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Dream On by Manoj Arora Book Summary:

"Rahul is a dumb failure at school. His confidant, Priya, inspires him to fight out against all odds. He learns to dream. Every setback teaches him to ‘Dream On’ and discover his passion. His journey from failure to chasing his passion, ultimately leads to discovery of his life’s mission. He goes on to become a global phenomenon. Connecting the dots, he realises that each setback was a little nudge from God, to course-correct his path, and move forward. This book should inspire you to lead an extraordinary life. It portrays how God is there with us every moment, to help us discover our mission. HE is asking us to Dream On… and it would be a pity if we live our life small. "

Download or read Dream On book by clicking button below to visit the book download website. There are multiple format available for you to choose (Pdf, ePub, Doc). "Rahul is a dumb failure at school. His confidant, Priya, inspires him to fight out against all odds. He learns to dream. Every setback teaches him to ‘Dream On’ and discover his passion. His journey from failure to chasing his passion, ultimately leads to discovery of his life’s mission. He goes on to become a global phenomenon. Connecting the dots, he realises that each setback was a little nudge from God, to course-correct his path, and move forward. This book should inspire you to lead an extraordinary life. It portrays how God is there with us every moment, to help us discover our mission. HE is asking us to Dream On… and it would be a pity if we live our life small. "