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This tale of impossible love--told with the same narrative grace and keen eye for human emotion that have distinguished all of Anita Shreve's cherished bestsellers--leads us into a harrowing world where forbidden passions have catastrophic consequences.
In a Nazi-occupied Belgian village, Claire Daussois, the wife of a resistance worker, shelters a wounded American bomber pilot in a secret attic hideaway. As she nurses him back to health, Claire is drawn into an affair that seems strong enough to conquer all--until the brutal realities of war intrude, shattering every idea she ever had about love, trust, and betrayal.
at him. “Funny.” * * * “I suspect the leak is in one of the main transfer lines,” Devyn said over the comm-set. “What do we do?” Lieutenant Commander Kovacic asked. “First, we need to get everyone moved onto the bridge as soon as possible.” “Why the bridge?” “The bridge was designed to be a self-contained environment. Although it is currently being fed by the ship’s other environmental systems, it can be sealed off from the rest of the ship and run independently
over the comms. “That’s the inside of the inner hull. The spongy-looking stuff is insulation. You can walk along the main truss all the way to the next installed compartment. We used to do it all day long while we were installing the forward compartments. It’s easy.” “You did it in an EVA suit?” “Well, no. It was pressurized then.” “What do you think, Devyn?” Luis asked. “What would happen if I fell?” Devyn wondered. “I mean, in this gravity, and at this height, would I be
“Of course, sir,” the lieutenant responded. “May I inquire as to our present situation, sir?” “You are on board the UES Aurora, currently located in the region of space known as the core, approximately nine hundred light years from Takara.” “Then we are near Earth, relatively speaking,” the lieutenant surmised. Nathan was unable to hide his surprise at the Ghatazhak lieutenant’s knowledge. “You know of Earth?” “We know all that our programmers felt we needed to
ready room.” “Sir,” the lieutenant asked politely, “are we prisoners?” “No, lieutenant, you are not.” Nathan stepped forward, aware that the eyes and ears of all one hundred of the Ghatazhak warriors were following him. He stood one meter from the naked lieutenant, looking him in the eye. “Lieutenant Telles, you should be aware that the majority of the Aurora’s crew are Corinairan. Many may find your presence objectionable. At the very least, it will come as a shock, as only
checked their own weapons. Their pressurized combat suits were painted flat back with no markings. They were bulky and heavily armored, and they had small life-support systems built into the back and chest of the suit. Below the small life-support bulge on their upper back was a larger, detachable, cold-jet maneuvering unit. “Thirty seconds,” the copilot’s voice called over the comms. “Stand ready and report,” The lieutenant ordered. All the Ghatazhak turned to face the aft