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Bone Rider

© 2013 J. Fally.

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© 2013 Daniela Barisone.

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ISBN: 978-1-62798-211-5

Digital ISBN: 978-1-62798-210-8

Printed in the United States of America

First Edition

October 2013

Little Dragon

This is for you.

You make me proud.

You help me fly.

PROLOGUE

THE fuckers were going to kill him. He knew it. He’d known it since the results had come in and he’d compared his top performances to those of his brothers. Not good enough. Not dedicated enough. Well, they had him there. Honestly, there were pieces of his partner he wouldn’t have touched with a ten-foot pole, much less his own private parts. Which, since as an intelligent battle armor and weapons system, he was supposed to bond completely with his host, might be construed as a flaw. Maybe. Possibly.

He studied the charts again. The results didn’t get any better from staring at them, though, and his worry ratcheted up another notch. Damn it.