The God Mars Book Two: Lost Worlds - Plot & Excerpts
Matthew breaks the silence as he picks at the meal I brought him in his rack. “Asking him what he was trading for food?” “We fucked up,” I tell him numbly. “We thought about the tactical. We didn’t consider the economic.” He’s not feeling well today. Again. Halley gave him orders to rest, keeping further details confidential. I could pry using command privilege, needing to know for practical reasons about the fitness of my second-in-command, but I don’t. I don’t want to know, not yet—I don’t want a clinical label complete with a terminal prognosis. But he looks drawn, pale. He hasn’t been keeping up his spin-time—I’ve been checking the logs. And he’s been spending more and more time in his quarters. “You planning to clarify that?” he grumbles at me, sipping at a glass of cold water, propped up by pillows while I sit in his desk chair. “The trade routes,” I try to make sense of my belated revelation. “So dangerous only a small group dares it—no one else who tries makes it back.
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