TAKE A JOB. FALL IN LOVE. TRY NOT TO BLOW UP SUNS.
Polla Ottrava's a registered smuggler and the best pilot she knows (probably), all thanks to her "navvy," the sentient navigational computer in her arm. She's also a woman in freefall, who's betrayed her Syndicate and run home to her parent's farm on a remote planet to avoid her vengeful ex-boss--not to mention the lover she just double-crossed.
When things go from bad to nearly fatal, Polla finds herself halfway across the Milk from home, taking a job she's not allowed to refuse from a trio of charming, desperate characters. One's another pilot with his own navvy. The other two are telekinetic stoneshapers who aren't allowed to learn science lest they accidentally blow up suns. They say Polla needs to fly their living bloodship to a hidden, mythical planet so they can stop a madman... and then, as one puts it, "this ends for you."
They say they're saving the galaxy. They say they're heroes. They say they'll pay--
They say a lot of crap.
Only some of it's true.
IN HER OWN WORDS...
I knew they were liars from the start, so why didn't I run?
No high-minded reason. Sympathy for Lieutenant Navigator Sai? Of course. Sympathy... and attraction. But he’d made his bed, and I had no illusions about saving him from it.
So why didn't I run?
You’ve never asked, you cannot ask, but I imagine you asking all the same, you with your cold voice and your unrelenting, useless logic: "Why didn’t you run? You owed them nothing. Even then, you knew they were liars, deserters, and thieves."
I didn’t think. That’s it. That’s the entire reason. I didn’t think--
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Paperback. Condition: new. Fisher, Jessica; Patsouras, George (illustrator). Paperback. The debut of a SPACE OPERA series with the world-building complexity of SUNEATER, the puzzle box mystery of HARROW, and a strong female narrator like Heinlein's FRIDAY.TAKE A JOB. FALL IN LOVE. TRY NOT TO BLOW UP SUNS.My name's Polla Ottrava. I'm a registered smuggler and hotshot hyperspace pilot with a navigational symbiote ("navvy") implanted in my arm. Its name is Second. With dear Second, I'm the best pilot I know (probably). Without, I'm just a farmgirl from a backwater planet who's moved back in with her folks. Between the lover I abandoned and the crime boss I cheated, I had no choice.In my twenty-eight years I've made a lot of bad calls, but that's relative, isn't it? I mean, I've never blown up a binary star with space magic. I've never harnessed a fleet of alien ships and used 'em to terrorize perfectly respectable arms dealers, either. I've also never unleashed a shapeshifting biophage, nor ended even one civilization.The woman who did all that was Ledas-stinking-Starfire. Ledas: the rebel Kamen-lord, spoiled Terran princeling, and failed revolutionary. A year ago, someone killed her. Now her widower's ravaging planets. I guess for revenge. Who cares? This isn't her stinking story.It's MINE.I'm Polla Ottrava. I've taken a job I wasn't allowed to refuse. My employers are war criminals who swear they're saving the galaxy. They say I'm the only one who can fly their bloodship. They say we're heroes. They say they'll pay me. They say a lot of crap.Only some of it's true.***IN HER OWN WORDS.I knew they were liars from the start, so why didn't I run? No high-minded reason. Sympathy for Lieutenant Navigator Sai? Of course. Sympathy. and attraction. But he'd made his bed, and I had no illusions about saving him from it.So why didn't I run? You've never asked, you cannot ask, but I imagine you asking all the same, you with your cold voice and your unrelenting, useless logic: "Why didn't you run? You owed them nothing. Even then, you knew they were liars, deserters, and thieves."I didn't think. That's it. That's the entire reason. I. Didn't. Think-- A pilot takes a job she's not allowed to refuse: fly a priceless ship for a desperate trio out to save the galaxy. She's knows they're liars--so is she. But if they're heroes saving the Milky, why does everyone in it want them dead? This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability. Seller Inventory # 9798990429802
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Paperback. Condition: new. Fisher, Jessica; Patsouras, George (illustrator). Paperback. The debut of a SPACE OPERA series with the world-building complexity of SUNEATER, the puzzle box mystery of HARROW, and a strong female narrator like Heinlein's FRIDAY.TAKE A JOB. FALL IN LOVE. TRY NOT TO BLOW UP SUNS.My name's Polla Ottrava. I'm a registered smuggler and hotshot hyperspace pilot with a navigational symbiote ("navvy") implanted in my arm. Its name is Second. With dear Second, I'm the best pilot I know (probably). Without, I'm just a farmgirl from a backwater planet who's moved back in with her folks. Between the lover I abandoned and the crime boss I cheated, I had no choice.In my twenty-eight years I've made a lot of bad calls, but that's relative, isn't it? I mean, I've never blown up a binary star with space magic. I've never harnessed a fleet of alien ships and used 'em to terrorize perfectly respectable arms dealers, either. I've also never unleashed a shapeshifting biophage, nor ended even one civilization.The woman who did all that was Ledas-stinking-Starfire. Ledas: the rebel Kamen-lord, spoiled Terran princeling, and failed revolutionary. A year ago, someone killed her. Now her widower's ravaging planets. I guess for revenge. Who cares? This isn't her stinking story.It's MINE.I'm Polla Ottrava. I've taken a job I wasn't allowed to refuse. My employers are war criminals who swear they're saving the galaxy. They say I'm the only one who can fly their bloodship. They say we're heroes. They say they'll pay me. They say a lot of crap.Only some of it's true.***IN HER OWN WORDS.I knew they were liars from the start, so why didn't I run? No high-minded reason. Sympathy for Lieutenant Navigator Sai? Of course. Sympathy. and attraction. But he'd made his bed, and I had no illusions about saving him from it.So why didn't I run? You've never asked, you cannot ask, but I imagine you asking all the same, you with your cold voice and your unrelenting, useless logic: "Why didn't you run? You owed them nothing. Even then, you knew they were liars, deserters, and thieves."I didn't think. That's it. That's the entire reason. I. Didn't. Think-- A pilot takes a job she's not allowed to refuse: fly a priceless ship for a desperate trio out to save the galaxy. She's knows they're liars--so is she. But if they're heroes saving the Milky, why does everyone in it want them dead? This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our Sydney, NSW warehouse or from our UK or US warehouse, depending on stock availability. Seller Inventory # 9798990429802
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Paperback. Condition: new. Fisher, Jessica; Patsouras, George (illustrator). Paperback. The debut of a SPACE OPERA series with the world-building complexity of SUNEATER, the puzzle box mystery of HARROW, and a strong female narrator like Heinlein's FRIDAY.TAKE A JOB. FALL IN LOVE. TRY NOT TO BLOW UP SUNS.My name's Polla Ottrava. I'm a registered smuggler and hotshot hyperspace pilot with a navigational symbiote ("navvy") implanted in my arm. Its name is Second. With dear Second, I'm the best pilot I know (probably). Without, I'm just a farmgirl from a backwater planet who's moved back in with her folks. Between the lover I abandoned and the crime boss I cheated, I had no choice.In my twenty-eight years I've made a lot of bad calls, but that's relative, isn't it? I mean, I've never blown up a binary star with space magic. I've never harnessed a fleet of alien ships and used 'em to terrorize perfectly respectable arms dealers, either. I've also never unleashed a shapeshifting biophage, nor ended even one civilization.The woman who did all that was Ledas-stinking-Starfire. Ledas: the rebel Kamen-lord, spoiled Terran princeling, and failed revolutionary. A year ago, someone killed her. Now her widower's ravaging planets. I guess for revenge. Who cares? This isn't her stinking story.It's MINE.I'm Polla Ottrava. I've taken a job I wasn't allowed to refuse. My employers are war criminals who swear they're saving the galaxy. They say I'm the only one who can fly their bloodship. They say we're heroes. They say they'll pay me. They say a lot of crap.Only some of it's true.***IN HER OWN WORDS.I knew they were liars from the start, so why didn't I run? No high-minded reason. Sympathy for Lieutenant Navigator Sai? Of course. Sympathy. and attraction. But he'd made his bed, and I had no illusions about saving him from it.So why didn't I run? You've never asked, you cannot ask, but I imagine you asking all the same, you with your cold voice and your unrelenting, useless logic: "Why didn't you run? You owed them nothing. Even then, you knew they were liars, deserters, and thieves."I didn't think. That's it. That's the entire reason. I. Didn't. Think-- A pilot takes a job she's not allowed to refuse: fly a priceless ship for a desperate trio out to save the galaxy. She's knows they're liars--so is she. But if they're heroes saving the Milky, why does everyone in it want them dead? This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. Seller Inventory # 9798990429802
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