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We are alone. That is the verdict, after centuries of Search for Extra-Terrestrial Intelligence missions and space exploration. The only living things in the Universe are found on the Nine Worlds settled from Earth, and the starships that knit them together. Or so it's believed, until Dr. Kimberly Brandywine sets out to find what happened to her clone-sister Emily, who, after the final, unsuccessful manned SETI expedition, disappeared along with the rest of her ship's crew.
Following a few ominous clues, Kim discovers the ship's log was faked. Something happened out there in the darkness between the stars, and she's prepared to go to any length to find answers. Even if it means giving up her career...stealing a starship...losing her lover. Kim is about to discover the truth about her sister -- and about more than she ever dared imagine.
Hammersmith rolled slightly, and slowed almost to a matching velocity with the body. It passed out of the forward view and appeared off to port. “You okay, Solly?” “Yeah. I’m fine. I’ll have her in a minute.” She watched him lean out the open door. A moment later he hauled the body inside, laid it gently on the deck, placing it so it was out of the view of the imagers. “Let me see her,” said Kim. “You don’t want to,” he said. But she insisted and Solly moved her. The body had withered and
hammered and her vision got dark and she was afraid she’d black out. The rumble of power in the walls increased, and she tried to concentrate on the blip. “It went by us,” Solly said. And then he looked at her. “You don’t look well.” “I’m doing fine,” she said. “Object has commenced to turn,” announced Ham. Kim sat with her eyes closed. For the moment she almost didn’t care. “We bought a minute or so,” said Solly. She shook off her stupor. “Still closing.” Its image dominated the
had resembled a cheap hotel, the McCollum suggested a run-down office building with temporary quarters for people who’d got stranded during a blizzard. It was gray, dark, and oppressive. Usually, when Kim wanted to suggest how desperately the Institute needed contributions, she showed pictures of the Mac. The ship itself was a box with rounded edges. The rooms were spartan, intended for dual occupancy, with sufficient space to house twenty-four passengers. Its facilities weren’t all that bad:
with Ali in the pilot’s room when… 34 By morning nothing had changed. “To tell you the truth,”… 35 Kim had little opportunity to celebrate her victory. Within an… Epilogue The stone was set in a corner of Cabry’s Beach,… Acknowledgments About the Author Praise Other Books by Jack McDevitt Copyright About the Publisher Dates, unless otherwise indicated, are given in the Greenway calendar, whose Year 1 coincides with the first landing on that world in 2411
had an assortment of interstellars ranging from sleek executive models to economy-class buses. But the cheapest were not licensed for voyages outside the Nine World bubble, and the better ones were impossibly expensive. Worse, even if she could somehow meet the cost and persuade the Institute to let her have the communication gear, it couldn’t be installed. She put it aside and went home to stare at the ocean. And to send out résumés. They went to a dozen research institutions around the globe,