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On the coin, in letters as crisp as the day they were struck centuries ago, were the words: FIRST LAUNCH NATIVE AMERICAN SPACE AUTHORITY AUGUST, MMCCCLIV Marekallian Eks recognized the ancient alphabet. He began to tremble. Verley watched in astonished silence as the Mindrunner clutched the coin, a distant fire in his eyes. "Urth," he whispered. "Homeworld!" he cried, staring at Verley with wild eyes. "The Areps! They came from Urth! They must have crashed here, lost their technology! Reverted to savagery!" SPACEWAYS #1 OF ALIEN BONDAGE #2 CORUNDUM'S WOMAN #3 ESCAPE FROM MACHO #4 SATANA ENSLAVED #5 MASTER OF MISFIT #6 PURRFECT PLUNDER #7 THE MANHUNTRESS #8 UNDER TWIN SUNS #9 IN QUEST OF QALARA #10 THE YOKE OF SHEN #11 THE ICEWORLD CONNECTION #12 STAR SLAVER #13 JONUTA RISING! BERKLEY BOOKS, NEW YORK With megathanks to Victor Roman, plier of the spaceways The poem Scarlet Hills copyright (c) 1982 by Ann Morris; used by permission of the author. SPACEWAYS #13: JONUTA RISING! A Berkley Book / published by arrangement with the author PRINTING HISTORY Berkley edition / September 1983 All rights reserved. Copyright (c) 1983 by John Cleve. Cover illustration by Ken Barr. This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part, by mimeograph or any other means, without permission. For information address: The Berkley Publishing Group, 200 Madison Avenue, New York, New York, 10016. ISBN: 0-425-06405-0 A BERKLEY BOOK (r) TM 757,375 The name "BERKLEY" Publishing Corporation. PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA A: All planets are not shown. B: Map is not to scale, because of the vast distances between stars. SCARLET HILLS Alas, fair ones, my time has come. I must depart your lovely home- Seek the bounds of this galaxy To find what lies beyond. (chorus) Scarlet hills and amber skies, Gentlebeings with loving eyes; All these I leave to search for a dream That will cure the wand'rer in me. You say it must be glamorous For those who travel out through space. You know not the dark, endless night Nor the solitude we face. (reprise chorus) I know not of my journey's end Nor the time nor toll it will have me spend. But I must see what I've never seen And know what I've never known. Scarlet hills and amber skies, Gentlebeings with loving eyes; All these I leave to search for a dream That will cure the wand'rer in me. -Ann Morris "The closer to the truth, the better the lie, and the truth itself, when it can be used, is the best lie." -Preem Palver 'You just can't keep a bad man down." -Kislar Jonuta prolog She was a shocking woman. It wasn't just that she was young and shockingly attractive. She was unique: une type. Thus her very appearance was shocking, in an altogether positive way. The sort of woman who collected stares-and ignored them. Among the sprawling star-worlds settled by people calling themselves Galactics, eyes were uniformly shades of brown. Hers were the color of pearls seen through shimmering water. Among Galactics whose natural skin color ranged from that of toasted corn chips or darkish beige to jet-not too much of that, since centuries of intermingling had paled it as it had completely swallowed up pale skin- her color was that of carnations at sunset. Furthermore her cheekbones were not especially high |
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