The Goda War
Deborah Chester
Language: English
Pages: 257
ISBN: B00TE2R00S
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
From the national bestselling author.
“Masterful.” —EXTRAPOLATIONS
For eons, countless races have feared the godas, planet-sized doomsday machines that could destroy all time and space. But no one has ever dared unleash their awesome powers.
Until now.
Brock, dire-lord of the Held, is the only man alive who knows where the godas are hidden. As his empire crumbles, he vows to activate the godas—no matter what the cost.
But Brock has a rival: Colonel Kezi Falmah-Al of the ruthless Colonids. She too seeks the godas, to further her dreams of conquest. So begins the Goda War.
Now, not even the stars are safe.
Schism (The Saga of the Skolian Empire, Book 10; The Triad, Book 1)
Der Zorn der Bestie (Perry Rhodan Neo, Band 106; Die Methans, Band 6)
Caliban's War (The Expanse, Book 2)
Rebell gegen ES (Perry Rhodan Silberbände, Band 97; BARDIOC, Band 4)
ladder out of sight. 10 Brock stumbled as he climbed out of the ladder well into the cockpit of the ship. He dropped several of the ration packets, and the brightly colored squares skidded across the deck behind Rho’s chair. Startled, the Slathese turned to glance at Brock over his shoulder, then that narrow ugly face of bone and sinew brightened with a wide grin. He lifted a fist. “Victory to the Held! We are free, Dire-lord, and without pursuit.” “Excellent.” Brock grinned back, and they
Brock grabbed his shoulders to haul him out of the cockpit and realized with a spurt of distaste that the man was a cyborg. Swiftly he rolled the pilot over and searched him for a sleeve knife. It was the inevitable personal weapon of a Colonid. Finding one, Brock made a short incision behind the man’s ear. Nothing. Wrinkling his nose at the hot unpleasant smell of human blood, he turned the pilot’s head to the other side and made a second cut. Ah, there! He pried out the mental protector and
cockpit and into the nearest seat in the passenger section. “Strap in. Quickly! Don’t argue! If they succeed, it’s going to be one rough stop.” She thrust his helping hands away. “Strap yourself in! I can flick to negate the force of a crash. You can’t. Brock, stop fussing with me and take care of yourself—” A loud crack drowned out the rest of her sentence, and suddenly the shuttle lurched violently as it was snared. Brock tumbled bodily over the top of the seat he was reaching for, then was
Sedkethran, how will you face the responsibilities for those deaths?” Brock had been waiting for this question. Drawing a deep breath, he said: “They need not die.” “Explain.” “Felca is not the source planet of my race. It is not a planet at all. It is a constructed goda, strategically placed near the center of the empire for maximum defense and then populated. Think about the peculiar abilities of Sedkethrans. Their strengths as empathic healers. Flicking between time. Sedkethrans were
for long. Healer Megsin, take our prisoner to the waiting area. There must be a debate called by the elder council to determine the best manner of trial.” “No!” said Brock, well aware that such a trial could run for weeks. There wasn’t time. “Olbin, you must listen to me! The Imish have a goda. The only way we can—” “Silence! You will not speak further blasphemies!” “Hear me! Olbin, you—” The healer jabbed the pin deeper into Brock’s neck. There was a sudden flare of white-hot pain, and then
