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Far Frontiers: Fall 1986 - Pournelle, Jerry; Baen, Jim
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Far Frontiers: Fall 1986 - Paperback

1986, ISBN: 9780671655907

ID: 199575334

New York, New York, U.S.A.: St Martins Pr, 1999. Mass Market Paperback. Very Good/No Jacket as Issued. New York, New York, U.S.A.: St Martins Pr, 1999. Very Good/No Jacket as Issued. New York, New York, U.S.A.: St Martins Pr, 1999. Very Good/No Jacket as Issued. Michael Aulden, an American doctor working in the war-torn Middle East, thinks he has seen it all-the devastating ravages of war, human bodies desecrated beyond recognition, the pain and misery of gaping pyschological and physical wounds-the worst kind of destruction mankind can create. But nothing will prepare him for the evil he is about to experience. For in a cave in Iraq, a young man known as The Prophet prepares to unleash a terror of epic proportions. His goal: to upset the balance of good and evil on the Earth. And Michael, one of the only 36 pure souls who can save the planet, must summon all his powers to stop The Prophet before a worldwide apocalypse transforms the Earth into the darkest hell imaginable. DEEPAK CHOPRA'S LORDS OF LIGHT PROLOGUE: NIGHT OF QADR-JUNE 7, 1967 "Ndhga, Ndhga?" The shepherd stopped shouting. It was useless to fight the emptiness of the desert with one lone voice. He squinted at the sky., The sun hung sullenly, already too bright, just above the jagged horizon where a dark cloud of swirling sand was rising. Left alone at the mercy of a storm, the lost ewe and the lamb in her belly would surely die. The shepherd, whose name was Samir, slung his rifle over his shoulder. He had already packed the rest of his small flock into the truck. They shifted and com­plained. A warm scent of lanolin and dung rose from their wool. Samir's face glistened with anxious sweat. To lose the ewe missing from his flock would be a great hardship. He had camped under the shade of a dead volcano jutting up from the desert floor. Perhaps the ewe had wandered up the sides in search of grazing. He set out to climb after her. The Great Syrian Desert is a volcanic wasteland so hellish and barren that it feels like a declared en­emy sworn to defeat human life. Yet the road which leads from Baghdad to Damascus was legendary as a trading route for over twenty centuries. The sands had been fragrant with spice and rich with silk since the dawn of recorded history. But that was no longer the case. Here, in the harshest part of the desert, there is a strange peace now, because there is noth­ing left that anyone could possibly want to steal. Just last night the sky had been a spill of stars like diamonds on velvet. Soft as the tread of a desert wolf, the wind that raced before the dawn was still. The thin staticky wail of Radio Damascus, which sprinkled pirated American pop songs in with its tasty mix of government propaganda and fervent re­ligion, cut through the silence. This morning it pro­claimed the end of the world-the fall of Jerusalem into Israeli hands. In the desert's total emptiness the war in Israel seemed far away. No one could hear the echo of hysteria and devastation out here. An old Bedouin shepherd could sleep by his flock, as motionless as if he were one of the rocks himself, his kafeeyeh pulled across his face against the cold. There had been no war when Samir had set out with his flock the week before. Now, the most sacred places in Jerusalem were falling. Samir had his own business to attend to this morning. In a habit born of fear and caution, he rubbed his eyes and turned off the radio so that he wouldn't be distracted from counting his flock. One, two ... six, seven ... The sheep in the truck were all the wealth Samir had in this world, and he husbanded it with tender­ness. Sheepherding among the Bedouin was usually left to children, women, and the old, but Samir's father had been killed last year in a land-mine explosion, and his wife had soon followed, dying in childbirth three months after that. 12mo - over 6¾" - 7¾" tall. <br/><br/> <br/><br/>, St Martins Pr, 1999, USA: St Martins Pr, 1996. Paperback. Very Good +. USA: St Martins Pr, 1996. Very Good +. USA: St Martins Pr, 1996. Very Good +. In her former life, Joan was the devoted wife and loving mother. Now she spins out suicide fantasies, struggles in therapy to find her own identity ... and seizes excitement in the arms of a new lover. DESIRE Unable to name the impulse that drives him, Dennis scrawls his number on a napkin and hands it to an attractive woman he's never seen before ... and begins a life of lies. BETRAYAL The wronged wife, the impartial psychotherapist, Pam is suddenly thrust into two roles she cannot balance. Her own pain takes her further over the line than she ever believed possible ... and threatens the very life she is sworn to heal. NEED In the bestselling tradition of Damage and Before and After comes the ultimate triangle novel a shattering story of marriage, seduction, and psychtc violence that you will never forget. ISBN 0-312-95922-2 <br/><br/> <br/><br/>, St Martins Pr, 1996, New York, New York, U.S.A.: Pocket Books, 1986. Mass Market Paperback. Good/No Jacket as Issued. New York, New York, U.S.A.: Pocket Books, 1986. Good/No Jacket as Issued. New York, New York, U.S.A.: Pocket Books, 1986. Good/No Jacket as Issued. They were the tank lords. The Baron had drawn up his soldiers in the courtyard, the twenty men who were not detached to his estates on the border between the Kingdom of Ganz and the Kingdom of Marshall-keeping the uneasy truce and ready to break it if the Baron so willed. I think the King sent mercenaries in four tanks to our palace so that the Baron's will would be what the King wished it to be ... though of course we were told they were protection against Ganz and the mercenaries of the Lightning Division whom Ganz employed. The tanks and the eight men in them were from Hammer's Slammers, and they were magnificent. Lady Miriam and her entourage rushed back from the barred windows of the women's apartments on the second floor, squealing for effect. The tanks were so huge that the mirror-helmeted men watching from the turret hatches were nearly on a level with the upper story of the palace. I jumped clear, but Lady Miriam bumped the chair I had dragged closer to stand upon and watch the arrival over the heads of the women I served. "Leesh!" cried the Lady, false fear of the tanks replaced by real anger at me. She slapped with her fan of painted oxhorn, cutting me across the knuckles because I had thrown a hand in front of my eyes. I ducked low over the chair, wrestling it out of the way and protecting myself with its cushioned bulk. Sarah, the Chief Maid, rapped my shoulder with the silver-mounted brush she carried for last-minute touches to the Lady's hair. "A monkey would make a better page than you, Elisha," she said. "A gelded monkey." But the blow was a light one, a reflexive copy of her mistress' act. Sarah was more interested in reclaiming her place among the others at the windows now that modesty and feminine sensibilities had been satisfied by the brief charade. I didn't dare slide the chair back to where I had first placed it; but by balancing on tip-toes on the carven arms, I could look down into the courtyard again. The Baron's soldiers were mostly off-worlders themselves. They had boasted that they were better men than the mercenaries if it ever came down to cases. The fear that the women had mimed from behind stone walls seemed real enough now to the soldiers whose bluster and assault rifles were insignificant against the iridium titans which entered the courtyard at a slow walk, barely clearing the posts of gates which would have passed six men marching abreast. Even at idle speed, the tanks roared as their fans maintained the cushions of air that slid them over the ground. Three of the Baron's men dodged back through the palace doorway, their curses inaudible over the intake whine of the approaching vehicles. ISBN 0-671-65590-6 12mo - over 6¾" - 7¾" tall. <br/><br/> <br/><br/>, Pocket Books, 1986

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Far Frontiers: Fall 1986 - Paperback

1986, ISBN: 9780671655907

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New York, New York, U.S.A.: Pocket Books, 1986. Mass Market Paperback. Good/No Jacket as Issued. They were the tank lords. The Baron had drawn up his soldiers in the courtyard, the twenty men who were not detached to his estates on the border between the Kingdom of Ganz and the Kingdom of Marshall-keeping the uneasy truce and ready to break it if the Baron so willed. I think the King sent mercenaries in four tanks to our palace so that the Baron's will would be what the King wished it to be ... though of course we were told they were protection against Ganz and the mercenaries of the Lightning Division whom Ganz employed. The tanks and the eight men in them were from Hammer's Slammers, and they were magnificent. Lady Miriam and her entourage rushed back from the barred windows of the women's apartments on the second floor, squealing for effect. The tanks were so huge that the mirror-helmeted men watching from the turret hatches were nearly on a level with the upper story of the palace. I jumped clear, but Lady Miriam bumped the chair I had dragged closer to stand upon and watch the arrival over the heads of the women I served. "Leesh!" cried the Lady, false fear of the tanks replaced by real anger at me. She slapped with her fan of painted oxhorn, cutting me across the knuckles because I had thrown a hand in front of my eyes. I ducked low over the chair, wrestling it out of the way and protecting myself with its cushioned bulk. Sarah, the Chief Maid, rapped my shoulder with the silver-mounted brush she carried for last-minute touches to the Lady's hair. "A monkey would make a better page than you, Elisha," she said. "A gelded monkey." But the blow was a light one, a reflexive copy of her mistress' act. Sarah was more interested in reclaiming her place among the others at the windows now that modesty and feminine sensibilities had been satisfied by the brief charade. I didn't dare slide the chair back to where I had first placed it; but by balancing on tip-toes on the carven arms, I could look down into the courtyard again. The Baron's soldiers were mostly off-worlders themselves. They had boasted that they were better men than the mercenaries if it ever came down to cases. The fear that the women had mimed from behind stone walls seemed real enough now to the soldiers whose bluster and assault rifles were insignificant against the iridium titans which entered the courtyard at a slow walk, barely clearing the posts of gates which would have passed six men marching abreast. Even at idle speed, the tanks roared as their fans maintained the cushions of air that slid them over the ground. Three of the Baron's men dodged back through the palace doorway, their curses inaudible over the intake whine of the approaching vehicles. ISBN 0-671-65590-6 12mo - over 6¾" - 7¾" tall., Pocket Books, 1986

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Far Frontiers : The Tank Lords; The Naked Chimp; Tournament; New Worlds for Old; A Field to Play On; En Route; The Leading Edge; The Space Beat; In the Wake of the Challenger; The Great Beer Shortage (Volume VI / Fall 1986) - Pournelle, Jerry (editor); Baen, Jim (editor); Drake, David; Gribbin, John; Smeds, Dave; Sheffield, Charles; dalmas, John; Radford, Elaine; Green, Roland; Stine, G. Harry; Morris, Janet
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Far Frontiers : The Tank Lords; The Naked Chimp; Tournament; New Worlds for Old; A Field to Play On; En Route; The Leading Edge; The Space Beat; In the Wake of the Challenger; The Great Beer Shortage (Volume VI / Fall 1986) - Paperback

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New York, NY, U.S.A.: Baen Books. 1986. F First Paperback Printing. S Mass Market Paperback. Good. Brief summary of content available on request by e-mail., Baen Books, 1986

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1986, ISBN: 9780671655907

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New York, NY, U.S.A.: Baen Books. 1986. F First Paperback Printing. S Mass Market Paperback. Good. Brief summary of content available on request by e-mail., Baen Books, 1986

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The paperback magazine of science fiction and speculative fact. Volume VI: Fall 1986. literature and fiction,science fiction,science fiction and fantasy,short stories Science Fiction & Fantasy, Baen Science Fiction Books

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Far Frontiers: Fall 1986
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Pournelle, Jerry; Baen, Jim

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Far Frontiers: Fall 1986

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0671655906

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EAN (ISBN-13): 9780671655907
ISBN (ISBN-10): 0671655906
Paperback
Publishing year: 1986
Publisher: Pocket Books

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ISBN/EAN: 0671655906

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