Chronicles Of Isambard Smith 05 - End Of Empires - Plot & Excerpts
Isambard Smith lay on his bed like a castaway drifting on a raft, watching the ceiling fan turn above his head. He thought about Imperial attack shuttles, rising above a forest so thick that it was always night between the trees. Fire blasted from their engines. Flames washed over the foliage like a tidal wave, and Smith closed his eyes. Then he thought about breakfast. ‘Ravnavar,’ he said. ‘Bollocks, I’m still on Ravnavar.’ He thought of the dust, the haggling crowds, the tang of roasting spices on a roadside stall. Smith remembered soldiers arguing over equipment, pursued by swarms of tough journalists, half a dozen types of native alien porters, interpreters, criminals and batmen, recalled the shining eyes of troopers driven by war to despair or exultation – and above it all, the ceaseless, droning, soul-destroying sound of the bloody Doors. ‘Rhianna, will you please turn that racket down!’ Grimacing, Smith sat up and thumped the partition wall. He flopped back against the pillow.
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