The three looked at one another. A moment later, Adrian spoke:
“What have we done?”
EPILOGUE
T
he dun plain of Anatolia stretched out before Harvey Ledbetter, dark and immense, rising to snowcapped mountains in the far distance as the big truck rumbled through the shadows. He whistled tunelessly in the blue glow of the control screen and sipped at a cup of tepid, acridstrong coffee; his eyelids felt as if sand had been forced underneath, but keeping going through fatigue was the oldest of his skills. Then he began to sing along with the sound system that filled the bubble of warmth.
The tune was an old favorite, Cory Morrow:
This is some kind of crazy
You're my favorite kind of lonesome. . .
Behind him, the bomb was invisible to the eye of the Power. But he knew it was there.
Singing, he drove eastward through the night.
NOVELS OF THE SHADOWSPAWN
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A TAINT IN THE BLOOD
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NOVELS OF THE CHANGE
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ISLAND IN THE SEA OF TIME
AGAINST THE TIDE OF YEARS
ON THE OCEANS OF ETERNITY
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DIES THE FIRE
THE PROTECTOR'S WAR
A MEETING AT CORVALLIS
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THE SUNRISE LANDS
THE SCOURGE OF GOD
THE SWORD OF THE LADY
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OTHER NOVELS BY S. M. STIRLING
THE PESHAWAR LANCERS CONQUISTADOR