Molly Fyde and the Blood of Billions (The Bern Saga Book 3)
Hugh Howey
Language: English
Pages: 671
ISBN: B003TFE5AO
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Reading Order:
1. Molly Fyde and the Parsona Rescue
2. Molly Fyde and the Land of Light
3. Molly Fyde and the Blood of Billions
4. Molly Fyde and the Fight for Peace
Picking up where Molly Fyde and the Land of Light left off, the third book in the Bern Saga finds Molly and her crew separated and the entire galaxy in jeopardy. Whether or not it can be saved will depend on their determination to reunite. And a quest for fuel on Molly's homeworld uncovers a sinister conspiracy involving thousands of murders. It's the same case her parents got sidetracked on so many years ago. Will Molly have better luck in solving it?
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the Bern arrangement conformed to human standards: leader on the left. All the controls seemed familiar in layout, though covered in the Bern alphabet. It was one of those languages she recognized, even if she couldn’t make out much of what it said. The stylistic swoops and curls were often printed in political cartoons back home; the Drenard translations below would say something funny or satirical about their sworn enemy. Anlyn sat down and adjusted the harness straps. She figured out how to
“Flankin’ useless.” Cole clenched his jaw to hold back the retort forming in his throat. He twisted his arm in the restraints, trying to force his thumb flat so he could pull it through the knotted rope. “Well, at least they’re Human,” Cole told Riggs, trying to change the subject. “I think so, anyway. They were speaking English around me.” “I can do you one better. They speak Late-Millennial English.” “Do what? How can you tell that?” “Junior Academy poetry reading.” Riggs
unstrapping the other one. “To you, maybe, but just because the Navy dropped you doesn’t mean I need to drop the Navy crap.” Cole reached into the soft case and felt for the cylindrical biosticks; they would last a lot longer than the older lightsticks from whatever era Molly’s parents had salvaged them from. He gave one of them a half-twist, lining up the two inner chambers with each other. The cockpit filled with a soft, blue glow as bioluminescent creatures came out of hibernation and began
in two and then split again. All those particles pass through the slits, propelling this magnificent collection of metal and men forward. Ingenious. Almost Bern-like to have been crafted by Humans. And for one such as myself, who the eons have made impatient, that makes this such a wonderful spot to rest. To usher events along.” He looked over at Cole. “If you wanted to live forever, you would just need to spend a few hours a day up here, letting time split around you, undoing the decay. Or, if
and forth between the glass and his face. The interior seemed shallow, just a bit of standing room and a tall counter that ran the width of the building. Two large Humans worked behind the counter moving boxes and doing boring, officey stuff. Walter stepped back to look for a sign on the building. The only thing he found was a single line etched into the large pane of glass: TALLY INC - YOUR ELECTION HQ That narrowed it down. Walter knew how Molly felt about politics, no way would she
