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Chapters (84)
  1. Cover
  2. Also by W. Michael Gear
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. Chapter 31
  35. Chapter 32
  36. Chapter 33
  37. Chapter 34
  38. Chapter 35
  39. Chapter 36
  40. Chapter 37
  41. Chapter 38
  42. Chapter 39
  43. Chapter 40
  44. Chapter 41
  45. Chapter 42
  46. Chapter 43
  47. Chapter 44
  48. Chapter 45
  49. Chapter 46
  50. Chapter 47
  51. Chapter 48
  52. Chapter 49
  53. Chapter 50
  54. Chapter 51
  55. Chapter 52
  56. Chapter 53
  57. Chapter 54
  58. Chapter 55
  59. Chapter 56
  60. Chapter 57
  61. Chapter 58
  62. Chapter 59
  63. Chapter 60
  64. Chapter 61
  65. Chapter 62
  66. Chapter 63
  67. Chapter 64
  68. Chapter 65
  69. Chapter 66
  70. Chapter 67
  71. Chapter 68
  72. Chapter 69
  73. Chapter 70
  74. Chapter 71
  75. Chapter 72
  76. Chapter 73
  77. Chapter 74
  78. Chapter 75
  79. Chapter 76
  80. Chapter 77
  81. Chapter 78
  82. Chapter 79
  83. Chapter 80
  84. Epilogue

More amazing, Tal and Dek seemed to know them all. Answered them by name.

The worst part was that they all stared at her. Seemed to pick her out, wondering, peering, like she was some freak. Curiosity and judgment in those probing gazes.

It wasn’t the first time Kylee wished that, like her quetzals, she could make herself invisible. Nothing had ever made her this vulnerable and insecure. More than anything, she wanted to turn around, run full bore back to Chaco Briggs and her little house, and away from these prying eyes.

At the same time, everywhere she looked, she saw something amazing. Equipment she couldn’t name. Buildings of all sizes and shapes. Some of them imposing things of three stories. Who knew what might be inside? Incomprehensibly dressed people carrying tools whose purpose she couldn’t fathom. Children. Exotic vehicles.

And the sounds and smells! Her quetzal nose was quivering with the odors of chemicals, cooking food, composting excrement and urine, dust, and sweaty humans, while the high-pitched moan of electric motors, voices from behind walls, clattering and banging, and the rattle of machinery seemed endless.

If they’d just stop staring at me!

By the time they rounded a corner and took an even bigger street south, Dek was giving her a knowing smile, reading her expression of terror and excitement.

“More than you figured it would be, huh?” he asked.

“There’s what? A thousand people that live here? I mean, damn, Dek. It’s one thing to see the pictures. It’s a whole different thing to walk the streets and realize it’s all real.” She shook her head. “And places like Transluna? Okay, so I know it’s huge compared to Port Authority. And complex, but how do I get my mind around that?” She made a face, adding, “And the way people are staring at me? I feel like I’m naked.”

“You’re new,” Dek reminded. “Don’t let it get under your skin.”

“Yeah? Well, it is.”

Talina told her, “You’re out of your element. You’ve always been on your home turf where you knew the environment. What the rules were, the things to watch out for. Now it’s your turn to be the newbie. Like when Dek first came to the Briggs’ claim. Keep that in that knot-thick head of yours and remember that you’re the one who needs to learn now. Do that and maybe you’ll survive this with a little less drama.”

“How do you know what I will and won’t do?”

“’Cause I got too much of you in here.” Talina tapped the side of her head, eyes hardening. “I know what PA means to you. What you think of the people. But that angry and hurting little girl should have matured into a smarter and more balanced woman. That, or you never learned a damn thing from my memories.”