Starpilot's Grave: Book Two Of Mageworlds - Plot & Excerpts
Nyls Jessan, in the pilot’s seat, glanced across at his current partner. The dark, wiry man whom Beka had called Ignac’ LeSoit was a pro, all right; he didn’t blush or flinch under Jessan’s frankly suspicious gaze. The corners of LeSoit’s mouth, however, were tight, and his eyes were clouded. Jessan suppressed a sigh. “All right,” he said aloud. “I don’t like this a hell of a lot more than you do. But it was the captain’s idea, and we handle it the way the captain says.” “She doesn’t have any common sense, you know,” LeSoit said. He might have been discussing the weather. “She never did.” “So everyone tells me,” said Jessan. “In my opinion, common sense is a vastly overrated commodity.” LeSoit made a noise of disbelief. “Sounds like something she would say. Where the hell did she pick you up, anyhow?” Jessan thought about taking offense—it was not, he considered, Ignaceu LeSoit’s place to be asking questions like that—but he decided not to bother.
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