Through his window the lights of the base threw a massicot glow across the horizon dotted with the grey hulks of warships; the stars and a luminous low-slung moon shone in the sky. Jerry twirled a pen around his fingers absent-mindedly. There was little he could do at this...
The door to George Campion’s study hung open. Kate could see the edge of the devastation before she reached the opening into the room. The shelves had been emptied, the chairs upturned, the upholstery shredded. The contents of her godfather’s desk were scattered around randomly.  ...