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Chapter 14
Chapter 15

MASTER

Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29

Author's Afterword


APPRENTICE

Chapter 1

The first time you suffocate, it's terrifying. It doesn't get any better
with practice.

The airlock chuffed open, atmosphere hissing away in an
increasingly sibilant, ever quieter sound that was familiar. The two
goons grabbed us and tossed us out. I was already in the standard
safety position, mouth and nose open to let the air roar out of my
lungs. My ears were stabbing out of my head, and gas pressure
shrieked unheard out of my guts through the obvious orifice. My
eyes began to throb and flood with tears, and I spun myself
around, grabbing quickly for a line, a stanchion, anything. Nearby,
my buddy Tom Parker already had hold of a line and reached out
an arm to me.

It's hard not to panic as the blood starts to boil in your lungs. Tom
looked like a gaping fish, and scared. I assume I did, too.

I saw the two goons grinning through their faceplates, feet tucked
under stanchions on the dark gray hull of the ship. I swung around
Tom, snagged the line and jerked to a stop then ricocheted back
toward them. They reached to grapple with me, and I snuck my left
hand down and behind my back, slipping a knife from the tape
sheath I'd built and stashed inside the belt of my ship coverall. It