0,99 €
Mehr erfahren.
- Herausgeber: BookRix
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
An assassin needs anonymity, loose ends tied up. Invisibility is Aldien's hallmark. Svanger slayers have no room for sentiment. Until one woman cracks his icy veneer.
Ace reporter Chaz Halyssion is witness to the assassination of the King of Malthusen. She has it recorded. As one of the few off-worlders there she is under immediate suspicion and on the run. Problem is the real assassin knows she can identify him but he needs her to help him get off-world.
Aldien is the last of the legendary Chameleords. And the best at his job in the galaxy. He never leaves anything to chance. But sometimes meticulous executions go astray in their implementing. And Chaz is his last option for escape. That means she dies once her usefulness is over.
In his darkness Chaz sows a thread of light and hope that Aldien needs to extinguish. With regret. In the end he has to make choices. There are only two options. Kill her, or mind-wipe her and walk away from her forever.
Das E-Book können Sie in Legimi-Apps oder einer beliebigen App lesen, die das folgende Format unterstützen:
Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015
Ähnliche
On Target
To the two raconteurs in my life who inspired and instilled a love of storytelling, Georg Didus ( aka Yuri Didusenko), and my dad Georges. And to the army of friends over the years who have read and reread and beta read and suffered the countless retellings of plots and twists. You all know who you are. Without your support and help this story would not exist, even if it may not be quite to your reading tastes. Thank You. BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 MunichPART ONE
Chaz spun on her heel. Skin on her cheek flared, seared as the laser skimming her face hit the man behind her. Pandemonium dulled the zap of the weapon's impact. Her holocam man,Lurgo, fell at her feet. She didn't have to look. Dead. Charred flesh smoldered. The stench intensified. She snatched the micro-holocam strapped to the limp hand by her boot.
And then she ran.
PART ONE
Rain slicked the wall. Chaz slumped from exhaustion, her back smudging a glossy line downwards. She ran for hours after the assassination. All that dodging and weaving to avoid capture drained her into an exhaustion of nerves. This dark alley offered her some protection from eyes probing her identity.
Looking up she scanned the taller buildings towering over her refuge, as if they could answer her unvoiced questions. What in the frozen nyxstril had happened? One minute she was directing her holocam assistant and taking a wide shot of the crowd, the next she was running for her life.
A simple job, her bosses promised. On the planet Malthusen. Fly in fly out. Four days as field reporter to cover the betrothal of the crown prince to his Polindar bride. Boring assignment went from mundane to high adrenalin with the flash of a laser. The king had collapsed, slain. Hot news. And she was in the thick of it.
