Ghost Ship (Liaden Universe®)
Sharon Lee, Steve Miller
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A young star-pilot maverick and legend-in-the-making continues her journey to destiny and adventure in master storytellers Sharon Lee and Steve Miller’s phenomenal Liaden universe®. Theo Waitley discovers the heroine inside herself as she follows her destiny as an ace starship pilot and budding leader of a powerful Liaden clan.
Theo Waitley is an ace starship pilot – and pure maverick. Her mom is a renowned Terran scholar and her birth father is an interstellar aristocrat in hiding. She still feels like a socially challenged misfit. But after being selected to train with the best-of-the-best at the pilot academy, she figures she can leave behind those gawky, misfit days of teenage angst that made life so complicated before! But for Theo, life is about to get even MORE complicated – and deadlier still. For even though she’s survived the Academy and become one of the best pilots in the galaxy, the past is about to blast her with gale-force winds. Theo can run, but she can’t hide. Her destiny as master pilot and leader of a powerful Liaden clan calls, and there are lots of enemies who will try to make sure she’s quite dead before she has the chance to make an answer.
gotten a message out.” “We will be gone, presently,” Uncle said. “How fares the pilot?” “I fear, not well. Let us tarry yet awhile.” - - - - - The blast damaged one of their own; she staggered into the path of her mates, making a comedy of their entrance, allowing Daav to slit the throat of a second before the third turned on him with a vicious slash and parry, the growl of the vibroblade angry against the stone walls. At least none of them was fool enough to use a gun in this place. Daav
port—Ploster. Well enough; there was assistance on Ploster, should she require it. Would she require it—that was the question. She tapped the screen for more information on the pilot—one Theo Waitley, new-made First Class. Pilot-operative pel’Naria smiled. - - - - - “Remarried?” Clarence laughed deep in his chest and shook his head. “Not me, laddie.” He sipped, giving the wine its due, and Daav did the same. They were in the chamber that had been given to the guest’s use; two old men
so long.” Clarence laughed. “Oh, so you did! So you did! And when you gave over rusticating, what must ye do than take on a whole invasion force and win Nev’Lorn Station free?” He shook his head, abruptly sober. “What I thought you might like to know is that someone’s taken a pet. One of my previous young ’uns come to me with a story—funny story, she had it, and so it was.” He tipped his glass at Daav. “Happens someone came to the Juntavas, offering contract and good, hard cantra for a hit on
companions; comrades of long standing—gone now to brilliant ash as a new and vivid emotion flared into being. Its name . . . Bechimo consulted archives, cross-referencing psych and legend, which search matrix had yielded insight during past periods of disruption. Nor did it fail this time. The burning new emotion was called . . . Hope. The emotion that had prompted the opening of the hatch, admitting a man who was not on the Approved List—that had been despair. Despair had found the berth,
might be hard-pressed to back up his pilot under those conditions.” Theo sighed. There was that. But— “There isn’t a Guild office on Surebleak, so hiring a copilot will have to wait until we lift out. Shan’s worked out a loop that we’re going to be running for him. I’ll contact the Guild on one of those worlds and hire somebody.” “Ah,” said Father, which didn’t mean that he didn’t believe her, only that he had his doubts. “It happens that—the lack of a Guild presence notwithstanding—there are