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Seattle, Washington: Self Published, 1985. AD6 - A capsule history of Boeing's planes from the stick-and-wire B&W of 1916 to military and commercial jets, missiles, and space vehicles. Numerous color and black-and-white photographs and one foldout chart.. 6th Edition. Soft Cover. Very Good/No Jacket as Issued. 4to - over 9¾" - 12" tall., Self Published, 1985, 3, Del Rey. Good. 4.21 x 1.23 x 6.8 inches. Mass Market Paperback. 1997. 560 pages. Cover worn. Text tanned<br>At the bloody height of Wor ld War II, the deadliest enemies in all of human history were for ced to put aside their hatreds and unite against an even fiercer foe: a seemingly invincible power bent on world domination. n nW ith awesome technology, the aggressors swept across the planet, s owing destruction as Tokyo, Berlin, and Washington, D.C., were A- bombed into submission. Russia, Nazi Germany, Japan and the U.S. were not easily cowed, however. With cunning and incredible darin g, they pressed every advantage against the invader's superior st rength, and, led by Stalin, began to detonate their own atom bomb s in retaliation. n nCity after city explodes in radioactive fire storms, and fears grow as the worldwide resources disappear; will there be any world left for the invaders to conquer, or for the uneasy allies to defend? n nWhile Mao Tse-tung wages a desperate guerrilla war and Hitler drives his country toward self-destructi on, United States forces frantically try to stop the enemy's push from coast to coast. Yet in this battle to stave off world domin ation, unless the once-great military powers take the risk of ann ihilating the human race, they'll risk losing the war. n nThe fa tal, final deadline arrives in Harry Turtledove's grand, smashing finale to the Worldwar series, as uneasy allies desperately seek a way out of a no-win, no-survival situation: a way to live free in a world that may soon be bombed into atomic oblivion. n nEdit orial Reviews n nFrom the Inside Flap nWORLDWAR: BOOK 4 nAt the b loody height of World War II, the deadliest enemies in all of hum an history were forced to put aside their hatreds and unite again st an even fiercer foe: a seemingly invincible power bent on worl d domination. nWith awesome technology, the aggressors swept acr oss the planet, sowing destruction as Tokyo, Berlin, and Washingt on, D.C., were A-bombed into submission. Russia, Nazi Germany, Ja pan and the U.S. were not easily cowed, however. With cunning and incredible daring, they pressed every advantage against the inva der's superior strength, and, led by Stalin, began to detonate th eir own atom bombs in retaliation. nCity after city explodes in r adioactive firestorms, and fears grow as the worldwide resources disappear; will there be any world left for the invaders to conqu er, or for the uneasy allies to defend? nWhile Mao Tse-tung wages a desperate guerrilla war and Hitler drives his country toward s elf-destruction, United States forces frantically try to stop the enemy's push from coast to coast. Yet in this battle to stave of f world domination, unless the once-great military powers take th e risk of annihilating the human race, they'll risk losing the wa r. nThe fatal, final deadline arrives in Harry Turtledove's gran d, smashing finale to the Worldwar series, as uneasy allies despe rately seek a way out of a no-win, no-survival situation: a way t o live free in a world that may soon be bombed into atomic oblivi on. n nFrom the Hardcover edition. n nFrom the Back Cover nAt the bloody height of World War II, the deadliest enemies in all of h uman history were forced to put aside their hatreds and unite aga inst an even fiercer foe: a seemingly invincible power bent on wo rld domination. With awesome technology, the aggressors swept acr oss the planet, sowing destruction as Tokyo, Berlin, and Washingt on, D.C., were A-bombed into submission. Russia, Nazi Germany, Ja pan, and the United States were not easily cowed, however. With c unning and incredible daring, they pressed every advantage agains t the invader's superior strength, and, led by Stalin, began to d etonate their own atom bombs in retaliation. City after city expl odes in radioactive firestorms, and fears grow as the worldwide r esources disappear; will there be any world left for the invaders to conquer, or for the uneasy allies to defend? While Mao Tse-tu ng wages a desperate guerrilla war and Hitler drives his country toward self-destruction, U.S. forces frantically try to stop the enemy's push from coast to coast. Yet in this battle to stave off world domination, unless the once-great military powers take the risk of annihilating the human race, they'll risk losing the war . n nAbout the Author nHarry Turtledove is the award-winning auth or of the alternate-history works The Man with the Iron Heart, Th e Guns of the South, and How Few Remain (winner of the Sidewise A ward for Best Novel); the Hot War books: Bombs Away, Fallout, and Armistice; the War That Came Early novels: Hitler's War, West an d East, The Big Switch, Coup d'Etat, Two Fronts, and Last Orders; the Worldwar saga: In the Balance, Tilting the Balance, Upsettin g the Balance, and Striking the Balance; the Colonization books: Second Contact, Down to Earth, and Aftershocks; the Great War epi cs: American Front, Walk in Hell, and Breakthroughs; the American Empire novels: Blood and Iron, The Center Cannot Hold, and Victo rious Opposition; and the Settling Accounts series: Return Engage ment, Drive to the East, The Grapple, and In at the Death. Turtle dove is married to fellow novelist Laura Frankos. They have three daughters--Alison, Rachel, and Rebecca--and two granddaughters, Cordelia Turtledove Katayanagi and Phoebe Quinn Turtledove Kataya nagi. n nExcerpt. ® Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. nIn free fall, Atvar the fleetlord glided over to the hologram p rojector. He poked the stud at the base of the machine. The image that sprang into being above the projector was one the Race's pr obe had sent back from Tosev 3 eight hundred local years earlier. n nA Big Ugly warrior sat mounted on a beast. He wore leather bo ots, rusty chainmail, and a dented iron helmet; a thin coat woven from plant fibers and dyed blue with plant juices shielded his a rmor from the heat of the star the Race called Tosev. To Atvar, t o any male of the Race, Tosev 3 was on the chilly side, but not t o the natives. n nA long, iron-pointed spear stood up from a boss on the contraption the warrior used to stay atop his animal. He carried a shield painted with a cross. On his belt hung a long, s traight sword and a couple of knives. n nAll you could see of the Tosevite himself were his face and one hand. They were plenty to show he was almost as fuzzy as the beast he rode. Thick, wiry ye llow fur covered his jaws and the area around his mouth; he had a nother stripe above each of his flat, immobile eyes. A thinner la yer of hair grew on the back of the visible hand. n nAtvar touche d his own smooth, scaly skin. Just looking at all that fur made h im wonder why the Big Uglies didn't itch all the time. Leaving on e eye turret aimed at the Tosevite warrior, he swung the other in the direction of Kirel, shiplord of the 127th Emperor Hetto. Thi s is the foe we thought we were opposing, he said bitterly. n nTr uth, Exalted Fleetlord, Kirel said. His body paint was almost as colorful and complex as Atvar's. Since he commanded the bannershi p of the conquest fleet, only the fleetlord out-ranked him. n nAt var stabbed at the projector control with his left index claw. Th e Big Ugly warrior vanished. In his place appeared a perfect thre e-dimensional image of the nuclear explosion that had destroyed t he Tosevite city of Rome: Atvar recognized the background terrain . But it could as easily have been the bomb that vaporized Chicag o or Breslau or Miami or the spearhead of the Race's assault forc e south of Moscow. n nAs opposed to the foe we thought we faced, this is what we are actually dealing with, Atvar said. n nTruth, Kirel repeated, and, as mournful commentary, added an emphatic co ugh. n nAtvar let out a long, hissing sigh. Stability and predict ability were two of the pillars on which the Race and its Empire had flourished for a hundred thousand years and expanded to cover three solar systems. On Tosev 3, nothing seemed predictable, not hing seemed stable. No wonder the Race was having such troubles h ere. The Big Uglies did not play by any of the rules its savants thought they knew. n nWith another hiss, the fleetlord poked at t he control stud once more. Now the threatening cloud from the nuc lear blast vanished. In a way, the image that replaced it was eve n more menacing. It was a satellite photograph of a base the Race had established in the region of the SSSR known to the locals as Siberia, a place whose frigid climate even the Big Uglies found appalling. n nThe mutineers still persist in their rebellion agai nst duly constituted authority, Atvar said heavily. Worse, the co mmandants of the two nearest bases have urged against committing their males to suppress the rebels, for fear they would go over t o them instead. n nThis is truly alarming, Kirel said with anothe r emphatic cough. If we choose males from a distant air base to b omb the mutineers out of existence, then, will it truly solve the problem? n nI don't know, Atvar said. But what I really don't kn ow, by the Emperor--he cast down his eyes for a moment at the men tion of his sovereign--is how the mutiny could have happened in t he first place. Subordination and integration into the greater sc heme of the Race as a whole are drilled into our males from hatch linghood. How could they have overthrown them? n nNow Kirel sighe d. Fighting on this world corrodes males' moral fiber as badly as its ocean water corrodes equipment. We are not fighting the war that was planned before we set out from Home, and that by itself is plenty to disorient a good many males. n nThis is also truth, Atvar admitted. The leader of the mutineers--a lowly landcruiser driver. If you can image such a thing--is shown to have lost at l east three different sets of crewmales: two, including those with whom he served at this base, to Tosevite action, and the third g rouping arrested and disciplined as ginger tasters. n nBy his wil d pronouncements, this Ussmak sounds like a ginger taster himself , Kirel said. n nThreatening to call in the Soviets to his aid if we attack him, you mean? Atvar said. We ought to take him up on that; if he thinks they would help him out of sheer benevolence, the Tosevite herb truly has addled his wits. If it weren't for th e equipment he could pass on to the SSSR, I would say we should w elcome him to go over to that set of Big Uglies. n nGiven the sit uation as it actually is, Exalted Fleetlord, what course shall we pursue? Kirel's interrogative cough sounded vaguely accusing--or maybe Atvar's conscience was twisting his hearing diaphragms. n nI don't know yet, the fleetlord said unhappily. When in doubt, h is first instinct--typical for a male--was to do nothing. Letting the situation come nearer to hatching so you could understand it more fully worked well on Home, and also on Rabotev 2 and Halles s 1, the other inhabited worlds the Race controlled. n nBut waiti ng, against the Tosevites, often proved even worse than proceedin g on incomplete knowledge. The Big Uglies did things. They didn't fret about long-term consequences. Take atomic weapons--those he lped them in the short run. If they devastated Tosev 3 in the pro cess--well, so what? n nAtvar couldn't leave it at so what. The c olonization fleet was on the way from Home. He couldn't very well present it with a world he'd rendered uninhabitable in the proce ss of overcoming the Big Uglies. Yet he couldn't fail to respond, either, and so found himself in the unpleasant position of react ing to what the Tosevites did instead of making them react to him . n nThe mutineers had no nuclear weapons, and weren't Big Uglies . He could have afforded to wait them out . . . If they hadn't th reatened to yield their base to the SSSR. With the Tosevites invo lved, you couldn't just sit and watch. The Big Uglies were never content to let things simmer. They threw them in a microwave oven and brought them to a boil as fast as they could. n nWhen Atvar didn't say anything more, Kirel tried to prod him: Exalted Fleetl ord, you can't be contemplating genuine negotiations with these r ebellious--and revolting--males? Their demands are impossible: no t just amnesty and transfer to a warmer climate--those would be b ad enough by themselves--but also ending the struggle against the Tosevites so no more males die 'uselessly,' to use their word. n nNo, we cannot allow mutineers to dictate terms to us, Atvar agr eed. That would be intolerable. His mouth fell open in a bitter l augh. Then again, by all reasonable standards, the situation over vast stretches of Tosev 3 is intolerable, and our forces seem to lack the ability to improve it to any substantial extent. What d oes this suggest to you, Shiplord? n nOne possible answer was, a new fleetlord. The assembled shiplords of the conquest fleet had tried to remove Atvar once, after the SSSR detonated the first To sevite fission bomb, and had narrowly failed. If they tried again , Kirel was the logical male to succeed Atvar. The fleetlord wait ed for his subordinate's reply, not so much for what he said as f or how he said it. n nSlowly, Kirel answered, Were the Tosevites factions of the Race opposed to the general will--not that the Ra ce would generate such vicious factions, of course, but speaking for the sake of the hypothesis--their strength, unlike that of th e mutineers, might come close to making negotiations with them ma ndatory. n nAtvar contemplated that. Kirel was, generally speakin g, a conservative male, and had couched his suggestion conservati vely by equating the Big Uglies with analogous groupings within t he Race, an equation that in itself made Atvar's scales itch. But the suggestion, however couched, was more radical than any Strah a, the shiplord who'd led the effort to oust Atvar, had ever put forward before deserting and fleeing to the Big Uglies. n nShiplo rd, Atvar demanded sharply, are you making the same proposal as t he mutineers: that we discuss with the Tosevites ways of ending o ur campaign short of complete conquest? n nExalted Fleetlord, did you yourself not say our males seem incapable of effecting a com plete conquest of Tosev 3? Kirel answered, still with perfect sub ordination but not abandoning his own ideas, either. If that be s o, should we not either destroy the planet to make sure the Tosev ites can never threaten us, or else-- He stopped; unlike Straha, he had a sense of when he was going too far for Atvar to tolerate . n nNo, the fleetlord said, I refuse to concede that the command s of the Emperor cannot be carried out in full. We shall defend o urselves in the northern portion of the planet until its dreadful winter weather, Del Rey, 1997, 2.5, Pocket Books. Very Good. 4 x 0.75 x 7 inches. Mass Market Paperback. 2001. 200 pages. <br>Intendant Kira, Overseer for the entire Klingon-Ca rdassian Alliance, must deal with Deanna Troi, the ambitious cons ort of Regent Worf, and B'Elanna Torres, half-human Intendant of the Sol System, as she enters into a dangerous liaison with Annik a Hansen, an undercover agent of the Obsidian Order, who has orde rs to kill Kira. Original. Editorial Reviews Excerpt. ® Reprint ed by permission. All rights reserved. Chapter One For the firs t time, Deanna Troi was uncomfortable on the bridge of the Negh'V ar, the flagship of the Alliance Armada. Next to her, Regent Worf reclined on his imposing command chair. The rest of the Klingon crew stood at their stations around the long narrow bridge. Tro i didn't have a station. As Intendant of Betazed, she wasn't offi cially part of the Negh'Var's crew. Instead, she preferred to sta nd near the support beams directly to Worf's left, close enough t hat he could speak to her privately or she could make suggestions . The bridge was darkened except for the display panels, so she w as shadowed and thus could observe the officers. But her joy at being by her Imzadi was ruined by the presence of Kira Nerys. Tr oi had never imagined Kira would join them on the Negh'Var. When Worf had heard that the new Overseer was making a grand tour of the shipping lines through the former Terran Empire, he changed c ourse to intercept Kira's starship. He insisted he must observe h er activities. Troi couldn't argue with that. Yet within days o f meeting up with the Siren's Song, Kira's ship was docked in the largest launching bay on board the Negh'Var. At eight decks high , the Siren's Song was really too big for the cavernous bay, but somehow Kira had wedged it in there. One morning Troi woke up and found that Kira had moved her crew, staff, and slaves into quart ers on the Negh'Var. She did not appear to be in any hurry to lea ve. Kira had even appropriated a spot on the bridge directly op posite from Troi, on the other side of Worf. Whenever Troi looked at Worf, she couldn't help but see Kira, her short red hair inco ngruous on the somber bridge. It was galling to be outflanked on her own ship. Kira had been nothing but a nuisance since she had become Overseer. Troi's last attempt at getting rid of Kira had been destroyed by the death of Winn Adami. She wasn't sure who h ad killed Winn. The only evidence was a Klingon knife. But Troi s uspected that Kira had something to do with it. Kira didn't try t o hide her satisfaction that her political rival on Bajor was gon e. Suddenly Kira laughed out loud, making a comment about the D ohlman of Elas to Worf. She acts like a painted replica! Troi s ensed sexual overtones in Kira's use of the word replica. It made Troi narrow her eyes while Worf grunted in amusement. A moment a go he had been irritated because the young Dohlman of Elas was re sisting his demands for additional vessels to accompany the Armad a as an honor guard through their sector. But Kira seemed capable of charming Worf at almost any time. Troi normally would have been enjoying Worf's display of strength in appropriating the Doh lman's vessels. But instead, she hardly paid attention as double disruptor beams suddenly pierced one of the tiny vessels, blowing it up in a burst of blue-orange heat. Sparkling debris showered over the bridge dome, reminding Troi of the gorgeous meteor showe rs on Betazed II. She had watched them every night from the cliff s of New Hope while she had waited for Worf to return from Bajor last time. Maybe she was thinking more about the revised plans for New Hope that her architect had sent for approval, because Wo rf's heart wasn't in this confrontation. Much of his anger had be en drained by the glorious battle against the Romulans in the nam e of Duras. With fresh legions fighting on the front, continuing to press the Romulans back, the victory had been enough to assure Duras a place in Sto'Vo'Kor. Worf had then gone to Terok Nor, wh ere Kira had welcomed the victorious warriors. After he returned, he had actually been...mellow. Troi yawned as the screen showe d the proud Elasian beauty humbling herself and begging Worf's fo rgiveness for the delay. Worf could lay waste to much of the Elas ian territory if he chose, but Troi sensed his boredom. He was pr obably thinking, Why bother? Kira said, I suppose this means we' ll shift the trade route closer to the Lissepians and choke the E lasians into proper obedience. Worf agreed, The Dohlman will le arn her place in the Alliance. Without glancing at Troi, he order ed, Change course to the Lissepian sector. As Worf's crew insta ntly obeyed their commander, Troi exerted every bit of empathy sh e possessed to sense what Kira was feeling now. The Bajoran was e xcited by Worf's display of power and the destruction of the Elas ian vessel. Her fiercely sensual reaction disturbed Troi. It was too much like her own emotional rapport with Worf. Kira was cle arly engaged in a rivalry with her for Worf's attention. In many ways she had already managed to interfere in their relationship. Just last night, shortly after Troi had dismissed Keiko, she and Worf had been interrupted by a request from Kira. Worf had disapp eared for almost an hour before returning to her bed. Sir! Firs t Officer Koloth announced. We are receiving a message from the G roumall, requesting permission to rendezvous with the Alliance Ar mada. Gul Dukat! Kira exclaimed, her voice filled with loathing . The first officer confirmed, I have the Groumall on long-rang e sensors. Tell him to get lost, Kira said with a wave of her h and. Who wants him around? Worf frowned, pulling thoughtfully o n his beard. Troi felt a quickening of hope. Worf had fallen in to the habit of doing whatever Kira suggested. But this time, he clearly thought it wiser to not offend a fellow Alliance member. From the way he glanced at Kira, he also didn't like her arrogant assumption that he would do whatever she said. Request granted , Worf told his first officer. But what about the festival you' ve been planning? Kira asked sweetly. Dukat will ruin it. Worf clearly had not considered the Kot'Baval Festival, but he almost never rescinded an order. He slumped deeper in his chair, scowlin g. But Kira laughed and shrugged it off. Who knows? Maybe Dukat w ill get drunk and turn out to be the life of the party. Troi co uld tell that Kira really didn't care about Dukat joining them. H er objection had been as fleeting as her other desires. Troi foun d that flightiness difficult to understand. As an empath, she was accustomed to judging actions according to people's emotional mo tivation. But Kira used her feelings as a playground. Emotions we re called up and romped around, but nothing was taken seriously. Troi didn't know what was important to Kira, but she was certainl y determined to find out. If she didn't do something fast, Kira c ould fascinate Worf beyond Troi's powers to combat. The Kot'Bava l Festival celebrated the ancient victory of Molar the Unforgetta ble over Kahless. Worf and one of his strongest warriors reenacte d the fifteen-hundred-year-old ritual of Kahless attacking Molar with a strange new weapon called the bat'leth. Molar, with his su perior strength, wrested the weapon from Kahless and slew the con tender for his claim to the Klingon Empire. Troi's mood was lif ted by the high spirits of the Klingon crew, but having seen this particular ritual enacted many times before, she was not really moved. Even with the blade singing through the air, passing withi n a hairsbreadth of Worf's chest, she was hardly concerned. She k new exactly which move Worf would make to parry the thrust and wr est the bat'leth away. She liked things raw and unpredictable, bu t Worf cherished his rituals. Now that the battle had been comp leted, Worf was at the front of the hall, drinking and talking lo udly among his warriors. Both men and women butted their heads in merry disregard for their skulls. The smell of sweat and leather competed with the swirling smoke from the lanterns. For a moment , Troi forgot they were on a starship. The few non-Klingon gues ts seemed out of place, clearly lacking Troi's unique ability to meld into any situation. Kira Nerys was drinking with the second officer, while her Terran slave solemnly surveyed the riotous cre w. A few male Rutians, with their distinctive white streaks of ha ir, gathered to one side of the hall. They drank large flagons of bloodwine, and seemed to be handling the intoxicant well. The most unusual presence in the great hall of the flagship was Gul D ukat and his aides. Troi vividly remembered Dukat's reaction at t he Alliance gathering when Kira was named Overseer of the fallen Terran Empire. His outrage and sense of betrayal had been palpabl e, though he hardly moved a muscle. Troi had been pleasantly surp rised by his reaction. It was not often that Cardassians revealed themselves so clearly. Their deceptive natures led them to hide their most cherished desires even from themselves. It was the ult imate way to keep their enemies from discovering their weak point s. So Troi was pleased that Gul Dukat had joined them for the K ot'Baval Festival. Dukat certainly acted like an ally rather than an enemy. His pleasant smile and gently clasped fingers betrayed nothing but polite interest in the ritual. His face was a pale g reenish-gray spot among the dark Klingons, and the crew instincti vely avoided the table where the Cardassians were seated. Kira came toward Troi laughing, the effects of the bloodwine clear in her step. But even tipsy, she managed to look seductive with her knowing smile and swaying hips. Kira wore a black skin-suit, simi lar to the Klingon uniform Troi preferred. So Troi had begun wear ing dresses to avoid comparisons. Worf had complimented her on he r vibrant blue dress, cut to a deep V over one breast. He had enc ircled her waist with his hands, lifting her for a kiss. As he sw ung her around, her hair had loosened and came tumbling down arou nd her shoulders. He insisted she leave the long dark curls free, gently kissing one tress before leaving the privacy of their qua rters. Feeling smug, Troi allowed Kira to approach. The Bajoran had been drinking quite a bit and would perhaps reveal more than she intended. Come on, Seven! Kira called teasingly. Turning t o Troi, she added, She's afraid of you. Afraid you'll read her mi nd. Sorry to disappoint you, Troi told both Kira and the statue sque blond Terran. But I'm not telepathic. Maybe not, Kira agre ed. But everyone says you know what people think. She grabbed Sev en's hand and pulled her even closer to Troi. I bet you can't fig ure out Seven... Troi was offended. She's your Terran slave. No! Kira laughed out loud, drawing attention to them. Seven's a F ree-Terran. Troi considered Seven in spite of herself. Her own concealed half-Terran heritage usually made her avoid the few Fre e-Terrans she encountered. At a glance, she could tell this woman was unique. She was quite tall, and dressed for the occasion in a Cardassian military uniform. The strong diagonal lines made a d ramatic counterpoint to her serene expression. Her attitude was g ood -- her hands were clasped behind her back and her boots sprea d as if she was poised to defend herself. Troi could sense a touc h of inner uneasiness, though her full lips never trembled. When they began to receive more attention from the boisterous Klingons , Troi got the impression that Seven was always this self-possess ed. Several of the Klingons were suggesting, not so quietly, what they could do with a woman like Seven. But the Terran ignored th em. She's not what she seems, Troi said briefly. That's amazi ng! Kira exclaimed. You're right. Seven may look Terran, but she was raised as a Cardassian. I was talking to Gul Dukat over there . She jerked a thumb in his direction. In response, he stood up a nd began to approach. He knows the family Seven used to live with . Ghemor is on the Detapa Council now. What are you doing so fa r from Cardassia? Troi politely asked Seven. Nerys invited me t o come with her on the tour, Seven replied. Kira let out an una pologetic yawn as she languorously stretched. And now it's time t o leave. Come on, my dear. The company around here is not to my t aste. This last was said with a glance over her shoulder at the a pproaching Gul Dukat. Kira glided away before Dukat reached the m, swinging her hips in suggestive appeal. Seven supported her ar m, staunchly clearing a way through the staggering Klingons. Troi felt no animosity from Kira. There was nothing but curiosity and , after Troi's assessment of Seven, admiration for her empathic s kill. Gul Dukat arrived in time to look after Kira's retreating form. His eye ridges were drawn in displeasure. Troi was reminde d of that unguarded moment at the Alliance gathering when his emo tions ran strong. You are distressed, Troi quietly said. No. Dukat quickly covered his momentary lapse of attention with a cor dial smile. It's natural for you to feel betrayed, Troi assured him. First Kira seized the Intendant's post without your approva l, and now she has taken the Overseer's position from you. I wa s her commanding officer, Dukat said by way of explanation. His u rbane demeanor belied his warrior's armor, and she wondered if he was a good fighter. Assessing him quickly, she decided that thou gh he was imposing and physically well-formed, his temperament wa s compelled toward covert manipulation rather than hand-to-hand c ombat. Troi ventured a light laugh. Perhaps you and Kira were c loser than fellow officers. Now his smile grew cold. Not likely . Troi was tempted to push this line of questioning, feeling hi s response despite his negative reply. He did feel an attraction for Kira, perhaps even tenderness. Unusual for a xenophobic Carda ssian. But before Troi could continue, Dukat gestured. Look at her with the Regent. Troi slowly turned, having steeled herself to never reveal her jealousy. That would be her undoing. Yet she knew that she was going to be sorely tested. Kira was leaning on Worf's arm, her curvaceous body bumping into him as she laughe d. Worf supported her when she nearly collapsed in mirth, while h e tossed back his head and joined in. Troi so rarely saw Worf lau gh, and it made her nervous. He was off his guard tonight, and sh e knew Kira had something to do with it, Pocket Books, 2001, 3, Pearson P T R. Good. 24 x 17cm. Paperback. 2002. 830 pages. <br>Application Development Using Visual Basic and .NE T gives experienced developers unprecedented insight for building .NET enterprise applications with Visual Basic .NET. A running c ase study covers the entire process from creating a monolithic VB .NET console application to adding a Windows Forms interface, is olating functionality inside components, providing database acces s and security, and delivering functionality through ASP NET and Web services. The book includes a self-contained language overvie w for new Visual Basic .NET users. Editorial Reviews From the B ack Cover Build industrial-strength .NET applications with Visua l Basic. Experienced programmers: Quickly come up to speed on th e new, powerful Visual Basic .NET Practical, hands-on coverage o f the .NET Framework, CLR, ADO .NET, ASP .NET, Web services, secu rity, interoperability, and more Running case study: see how con cepts work together when you build .NET applications This book g ives experienced developers the practical insight they need to bu ild enterprise applications using Visual Basic .NET. Using extens ive code examples and a running case study, the authors illuminat e the .NET concepts and technologies that offer developers the gr eatest power and value. They cover the entire process of construc ting a .NET application: developing a simple .NET console applica tion; adding a Windows Forms interface; isolating functionality w ithin components; providing database access via ADO NET; securing your code; and using ASP NET to create Web applications and serv ices. .NET Framework and Common Language Runtime fundamentals f or experienced programmers Key .NET features: interfaces, attrib utes, collections, I/O, threading, remoting, and more In-depth c overage of ADO NET, ASP NET Web Forms, and Web services Advanced user interface programming with Windows Forms and GDI+ Assembli es, component deployment, and versioning Ensuring interoperabili ty with diverse and legacy systems Includes a self-contained Vis ual Basic .NET overview for those new to the language Part of Th e Integrated .NET Series from Object Innovations and Prentice Hal l PTR. ., Pearson P T R, 2002, 2.5<

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Pocket Books. Very Good. 4 x 0.75 x 7 inches. Mass Market Paperback. 2001. 200 pages. <br>Intendant Kira, Overseer for the entire Klingon-Ca rdassian Alliance, must deal with Deanna… More...

Pocket Books. Very Good. 4 x 0.75 x 7 inches. Mass Market Paperback. 2001. 200 pages. <br>Intendant Kira, Overseer for the entire Klingon-Ca rdassian Alliance, must deal with Deanna Troi, the ambitious cons ort of Regent Worf, and B'Elanna Torres, half-human Intendant of the Sol System, as she enters into a dangerous liaison with Annik a Hansen, an undercover agent of the Obsidian Order, who has orde rs to kill Kira. Original. Editorial Reviews Excerpt. ® Reprint ed by permission. All rights reserved. Chapter One For the firs t time, Deanna Troi was uncomfortable on the bridge of the Negh'V ar, the flagship of the Alliance Armada. Next to her, Regent Worf reclined on his imposing command chair. The rest of the Klingon crew stood at their stations around the long narrow bridge. Tro i didn't have a station. As Intendant of Betazed, she wasn't offi cially part of the Negh'Var's crew. Instead, she preferred to sta nd near the support beams directly to Worf's left, close enough t hat he could speak to her privately or she could make suggestions . The bridge was darkened except for the display panels, so she w as shadowed and thus could observe the officers. But her joy at being by her Imzadi was ruined by the presence of Kira Nerys. Tr oi had never imagined Kira would join them on the Negh'Var. When Worf had heard that the new Overseer was making a grand tour of the shipping lines through the former Terran Empire, he changed c ourse to intercept Kira's starship. He insisted he must observe h er activities. Troi couldn't argue with that. Yet within days o f meeting up with the Siren's Song, Kira's ship was docked in the largest launching bay on board the Negh'Var. At eight decks high , the Siren's Song was really too big for the cavernous bay, but somehow Kira had wedged it in there. One morning Troi woke up and found that Kira had moved her crew, staff, and slaves into quart ers on the Negh'Var. She did not appear to be in any hurry to lea ve. Kira had even appropriated a spot on the bridge directly op posite from Troi, on the other side of Worf. Whenever Troi looked at Worf, she couldn't help but see Kira, her short red hair inco ngruous on the somber bridge. It was galling to be outflanked on her own ship. Kira had been nothing but a nuisance since she had become Overseer. Troi's last attempt at getting rid of Kira had been destroyed by the death of Winn Adami. She wasn't sure who h ad killed Winn. The only evidence was a Klingon knife. But Troi s uspected that Kira had something to do with it. Kira didn't try t o hide her satisfaction that her political rival on Bajor was gon e. Suddenly Kira laughed out loud, making a comment about the D ohlman of Elas to Worf. She acts like a painted replica! Troi s ensed sexual overtones in Kira's use of the word replica. It made Troi narrow her eyes while Worf grunted in amusement. A moment a go he had been irritated because the young Dohlman of Elas was re sisting his demands for additional vessels to accompany the Armad a as an honor guard through their sector. But Kira seemed capable of charming Worf at almost any time. Troi normally would have been enjoying Worf's display of strength in appropriating the Doh lman's vessels. But instead, she hardly paid attention as double disruptor beams suddenly pierced one of the tiny vessels, blowing it up in a burst of blue-orange heat. Sparkling debris showered over the bridge dome, reminding Troi of the gorgeous meteor showe rs on Betazed II. She had watched them every night from the cliff s of New Hope while she had waited for Worf to return from Bajor last time. Maybe she was thinking more about the revised plans for New Hope that her architect had sent for approval, because Wo rf's heart wasn't in this confrontation. Much of his anger had be en drained by the glorious battle against the Romulans in the nam e of Duras. With fresh legions fighting on the front, continuing to press the Romulans back, the victory had been enough to assure Duras a place in Sto'Vo'Kor. Worf had then gone to Terok Nor, wh ere Kira had welcomed the victorious warriors. After he returned, he had actually been...mellow. Troi yawned as the screen showe d the proud Elasian beauty humbling herself and begging Worf's fo rgiveness for the delay. Worf could lay waste to much of the Elas ian territory if he chose, but Troi sensed his boredom. He was pr obably thinking, Why bother? Kira said, I suppose this means we' ll shift the trade route closer to the Lissepians and choke the E lasians into proper obedience. Worf agreed, The Dohlman will le arn her place in the Alliance. Without glancing at Troi, he order ed, Change course to the Lissepian sector. As Worf's crew insta ntly obeyed their commander, Troi exerted every bit of empathy sh e possessed to sense what Kira was feeling now. The Bajoran was e xcited by Worf's display of power and the destruction of the Elas ian vessel. Her fiercely sensual reaction disturbed Troi. It was too much like her own emotional rapport with Worf. Kira was cle arly engaged in a rivalry with her for Worf's attention. In many ways she had already managed to interfere in their relationship. Just last night, shortly after Troi had dismissed Keiko, she and Worf had been interrupted by a request from Kira. Worf had disapp eared for almost an hour before returning to her bed. Sir! Firs t Officer Koloth announced. We are receiving a message from the G roumall, requesting permission to rendezvous with the Alliance Ar mada. Gul Dukat! Kira exclaimed, her voice filled with loathing . The first officer confirmed, I have the Groumall on long-rang e sensors. Tell him to get lost, Kira said with a wave of her h and. Who wants him around? Worf frowned, pulling thoughtfully o n his beard. Troi felt a quickening of hope. Worf had fallen in to the habit of doing whatever Kira suggested. But this time, he clearly thought it wiser to not offend a fellow Alliance member. From the way he glanced at Kira, he also didn't like her arrogant assumption that he would do whatever she said. Request granted , Worf told his first officer. But what about the festival you' ve been planning? Kira asked sweetly. Dukat will ruin it. Worf clearly had not considered the Kot'Baval Festival, but he almost never rescinded an order. He slumped deeper in his chair, scowlin g. But Kira laughed and shrugged it off. Who knows? Maybe Dukat w ill get drunk and turn out to be the life of the party. Troi co uld tell that Kira really didn't care about Dukat joining them. H er objection had been as fleeting as her other desires. Troi foun d that flightiness difficult to understand. As an empath, she was accustomed to judging actions according to people's emotional mo tivation. But Kira used her feelings as a playground. Emotions we re called up and romped around, but nothing was taken seriously. Troi didn't know what was important to Kira, but she was certainl y determined to find out. If she didn't do something fast, Kira c ould fascinate Worf beyond Troi's powers to combat. The Kot'Bava l Festival celebrated the ancient victory of Molar the Unforgetta ble over Kahless. Worf and one of his strongest warriors reenacte d the fifteen-hundred-year-old ritual of Kahless attacking Molar with a strange new weapon called the bat'leth. Molar, with his su perior strength, wrested the weapon from Kahless and slew the con tender for his claim to the Klingon Empire. Troi's mood was lif ted by the high spirits of the Klingon crew, but having seen this particular ritual enacted many times before, she was not really moved. Even with the blade singing through the air, passing withi n a hairsbreadth of Worf's chest, she was hardly concerned. She k new exactly which move Worf would make to parry the thrust and wr est the bat'leth away. She liked things raw and unpredictable, bu t Worf cherished his rituals. Now that the battle had been comp leted, Worf was at the front of the hall, drinking and talking lo udly among his warriors. Both men and women butted their heads in merry disregard for their skulls. The smell of sweat and leather competed with the swirling smoke from the lanterns. For a moment , Troi forgot they were on a starship. The few non-Klingon gues ts seemed out of place, clearly lacking Troi's unique ability to meld into any situation. Kira Nerys was drinking with the second officer, while her Terran slave solemnly surveyed the riotous cre w. A few male Rutians, with their distinctive white streaks of ha ir, gathered to one side of the hall. They drank large flagons of bloodwine, and seemed to be handling the intoxicant well. The most unusual presence in the great hall of the flagship was Gul D ukat and his aides. Troi vividly remembered Dukat's reaction at t he Alliance gathering when Kira was named Overseer of the fallen Terran Empire. His outrage and sense of betrayal had been palpabl e, though he hardly moved a muscle. Troi had been pleasantly surp rised by his reaction. It was not often that Cardassians revealed themselves so clearly. Their deceptive natures led them to hide their most cherished desires even from themselves. It was the ult imate way to keep their enemies from discovering their weak point s. So Troi was pleased that Gul Dukat had joined them for the K ot'Baval Festival. Dukat certainly acted like an ally rather than an enemy. His pleasant smile and gently clasped fingers betrayed nothing but polite interest in the ritual. His face was a pale g reenish-gray spot among the dark Klingons, and the crew instincti vely avoided the table where the Cardassians were seated. Kira came toward Troi laughing, the effects of the bloodwine clear in her step. But even tipsy, she managed to look seductive with her knowing smile and swaying hips. Kira wore a black skin-suit, simi lar to the Klingon uniform Troi preferred. So Troi had begun wear ing dresses to avoid comparisons. Worf had complimented her on he r vibrant blue dress, cut to a deep V over one breast. He had enc ircled her waist with his hands, lifting her for a kiss. As he sw ung her around, her hair had loosened and came tumbling down arou nd her shoulders. He insisted she leave the long dark curls free, gently kissing one tress before leaving the privacy of their qua rters. Feeling smug, Troi allowed Kira to approach. The Bajoran had been drinking quite a bit and would perhaps reveal more than she intended. Come on, Seven! Kira called teasingly. Turning t o Troi, she added, She's afraid of you. Afraid you'll read her mi nd. Sorry to disappoint you, Troi told both Kira and the statue sque blond Terran. But I'm not telepathic. Maybe not, Kira agre ed. But everyone says you know what people think. She grabbed Sev en's hand and pulled her even closer to Troi. I bet you can't fig ure out Seven... Troi was offended. She's your Terran slave. No! Kira laughed out loud, drawing attention to them. Seven's a F ree-Terran. Troi considered Seven in spite of herself. Her own concealed half-Terran heritage usually made her avoid the few Fre e-Terrans she encountered. At a glance, she could tell this woman was unique. She was quite tall, and dressed for the occasion in a Cardassian military uniform. The strong diagonal lines made a d ramatic counterpoint to her serene expression. Her attitude was g ood -- her hands were clasped behind her back and her boots sprea d as if she was poised to defend herself. Troi could sense a touc h of inner uneasiness, though her full lips never trembled. When they began to receive more attention from the boisterous Klingons , Troi got the impression that Seven was always this self-possess ed. Several of the Klingons were suggesting, not so quietly, what they could do with a woman like Seven. But the Terran ignored th em. She's not what she seems, Troi said briefly. That's amazi ng! Kira exclaimed. You're right. Seven may look Terran, but she was raised as a Cardassian. I was talking to Gul Dukat over there . She jerked a thumb in his direction. In response, he stood up a nd began to approach. He knows the family Seven used to live with . Ghemor is on the Detapa Council now. What are you doing so fa r from Cardassia? Troi politely asked Seven. Nerys invited me t o come with her on the tour, Seven replied. Kira let out an una pologetic yawn as she languorously stretched. And now it's time t o leave. Come on, my dear. The company around here is not to my t aste. This last was said with a glance over her shoulder at the a pproaching Gul Dukat. Kira glided away before Dukat reached the m, swinging her hips in suggestive appeal. Seven supported her ar m, staunchly clearing a way through the staggering Klingons. Troi felt no animosity from Kira. There was nothing but curiosity and , after Troi's assessment of Seven, admiration for her empathic s kill. Gul Dukat arrived in time to look after Kira's retreating form. His eye ridges were drawn in displeasure. Troi was reminde d of that unguarded moment at the Alliance gathering when his emo tions ran strong. You are distressed, Troi quietly said. No. Dukat quickly covered his momentary lapse of attention with a cor dial smile. It's natural for you to feel betrayed, Troi assured him. First Kira seized the Intendant's post without your approva l, and now she has taken the Overseer's position from you. I wa s her commanding officer, Dukat said by way of explanation. His u rbane demeanor belied his warrior's armor, and she wondered if he was a good fighter. Assessing him quickly, she decided that thou gh he was imposing and physically well-formed, his temperament wa s compelled toward covert manipulation rather than hand-to-hand c ombat. Troi ventured a light laugh. Perhaps you and Kira were c loser than fellow officers. Now his smile grew cold. Not likely . Troi was tempted to push this line of questioning, feeling hi s response despite his negative reply. He did feel an attraction for Kira, perhaps even tenderness. Unusual for a xenophobic Carda ssian. But before Troi could continue, Dukat gestured. Look at her with the Regent. Troi slowly turned, having steeled herself to never reveal her jealousy. That would be her undoing. Yet she knew that she was going to be sorely tested. Kira was leaning on Worf's arm, her curvaceous body bumping into him as she laughe d. Worf supported her when she nearly collapsed in mirth, while h e tossed back his head and joined in. Troi so rarely saw Worf lau gh, and it made her nervous. He was off his guard tonight, and sh e knew Kira had something to do with it, Pocket Books, 2001, 3, Pearson P T R. Good. 24 x 17cm. Paperback. 2002. 830 pages. <br>Application Development Using Visual Basic and .NE T gives experienced developers unprecedented insight for building .NET enterprise applications with Visual Basic .NET. A running c ase study covers the entire process from creating a monolithic VB .NET console application to adding a Windows Forms interface, is olating functionality inside components, providing database acces s and security, and delivering functionality through ASP NET and Web services. The book includes a self-contained language overvie w for new Visual Basic .NET users. Editorial Reviews From the B ack Cover Build industrial-strength .NET applications with Visua l Basic. 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