CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN - Resurrection
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT - Harbinger
PART THREE - Prodigal Son
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE - Test of Faith
CHAPTER THIRTY - Seraphim
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE - Good Samaritans
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO - Descent
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE - Hubris
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR - My Brother’s Keeper
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE - Mixed Blessings
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX - Hallowed Ground
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN - Zealots
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT - Destiny
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE - Gotterdammerung
FIRST EPILOGUE - Last Rites
CHAPTER FORTY - Mysterious Ways
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE - Visions
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO - Conversions
APPENDIX - Alphabetical Listing of Sources
“SO, NICKOLAI, HOW DO YOU FEEL WORKING WITH A BUNCH OF HUMANS?”
“Mosasa isn’t human.”
“Yeah, you mentioned that, didn’t you? Mind expounding on that little tidbit?”
Nickolai pondered his options for a moment. The fact he carried a rather large secret with him made him reluctant, but Kugara was the only other member of the team he would feel comfortable having as an “ally.” He also thought she had a point that they both needed one. This mission was going to take them far outside the grip of the BMU, the only law recognized by their nominal comrades. And would he want to trust his life to humans like Wahid or Parvi, or even Fitzpatrick?
Nickolai finished his pitcher and told Kugara what he could about Mosasa. “Our employer,” Nickolai said, “doesn’t just
“Meaning?”
“He
Kugara lowered her mug. The glass hit the table with a slightly liquid squeak. A similar sound seemed to come from her throat. After a moment she said, “Shit.”
“Tjaele Mosasa is a construct controlled by a salvaged Race AI device. The ‘man’ who briefed us is no more real than my right arm. . . .”
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