Contents (188)
- THE
- IMMORTALITY THIEF
- Taran Hunt
- Contents
- CHAPTER ONE:
- The Nameless Ship and the Dying Star
- CHAPTER TWO:
- Three Convicts and a Generous Opportunity
- CHAPTER THREE:
- The Lost Language
- CHAPTER FOUR:
- Sean Wren and the Philosopher Stone
- CHAPTER FIVE:
- Leashed
- CHAPTER SIX:
- The Imp of the Perverse
- CHAPTER SEVEN:
- Lantern-Eyes and the Minister
- CHAPTER EIGHT:
- Indigo and Ultraviolet
- CHAPTER NINE:
- Three Lives and One
- CHAPTER TEN:
- Rot and Bone
- CHAPTER ELEVEN:
- Signs in the Dark
- CHAPTER TWELVE:
- Dead End
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN:
- A Way Out
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN:
- Missed Chances
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN:
- One and Two
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN:
- The Choice and the Hull
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN:
- The Indigo Minister and I
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN:
- The Minister and the Lieutenant
- CHAPTER NINETEEN:
- Lieutenant Lantern-Eyes
- CHAPTER TWENTY:
- Mara Zhu’s Experiment
- CHAPTER TWENTY ONE:
- Forty Locks
- CHAPTER TWENTY TWO:
- Oh, Shit!
- CHAPTER TWENTY THREE:
- Beta Version
- CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR:
- Some Really Angry Rocks
- CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE:
- The Trap
- (Featuring: Sean Wren’s Inability to Use a Grenade)
- CHAPTER TWENTY SIX:
- Made of Man
- CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN:
- The Moment
- CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT:
- Three Doors
- CHAPTER TWENTY NINE:
- The Roach
- CHAPTER THIRTY:
- Family Photo
- CHAPTER THIRTY ONE:
- The Last Words of Mara Zhu
- Part one
- CHAPTER THIRTY TWO:
- Sins of the Father
- CHAPTER THIRTY THREE:
- The Lieutenant
- (again)
- CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR:
- Field and Forest
- CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE:
- The Minister, the Lieutenant, and I
- CHAPTER THIRTY SIX:
- The Deer and the River
- CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN:
- Some Fresh Bullshit
- CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT:
- Enemy of the Enemy
- CHAPTER THIRTY NINE:
- Impromptu Electrodynamics
- CHAPTER FORTY:
- Babel
- CHAPTER FORTY ONE:
- Three Strangers and a Desperate Offer
- CHAPTER FORTY TWO:
- Another Lengthy Détente with Some Stubborn Assholes
- CHAPTER FORTY THREE:
- The Worst Camping Trip of My Life
- CHAPTER FORTY FOUR:
- Sisters, State Secrets, and Just So Many Creepy Children
- CHAPTER FORTY FIVE:
- Nests?!
- CHAPTER FORTY SIX:
- My Mother’s Wardrobe
- CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN:
- I’m Susceptible to Bribes, But Only in the Form of Grammar
- CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT:
- The Center of It All
- CHAPTER FORTY NINE:
- God Damn Children
- CHAPTER FIFTY:
- The Bodies of the Past
- CHAPTER FIFTY ONE:
- Test Subjects
- CHAPTER FIFTY TWO:
- A Hot, Piping Cup of Coffee with a Side of Creepy Children
- CHAPTER FIFTY THREE:
- Sean Wren and the Incredible Hypoxia
- CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR:
- Trust Me
- PART ONE
- CHAPTER FIFTY FIVE:
- Trust Me
- PART TWO
- CHAPTER FIFTY SIX:
- Trust Me
- PART THREE
- CHAPTER FIFTY SEVEN:
- The Shedding of Blood
- CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT:
- Lab 17
- CHAPTER FIFTY NINE:
- Something in My Eye
- CHAPTER SIXTY:
- Eye for an Eye
- CHAPTER SIXTY ONE:
- What Must Be Seen
- CHAPTER SIXTY TWO:
- Third Eye
- CHAPTER SIXTY THREE:
- Hindsight
- CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR:
- Eye on the Prize
- CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE:
- The Last Words of Mara Zhu
- PART TWO
- CHAPTER SIXTY SIX:
- An Old Friend
- CHAPTER SIXTY SEVEN:
- The Wall
- CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT:
- Sean Wren’s Special New Skill
- CHAPTER SIXTY NINE:
- Last One There Loses
- CHAPTER SEVENTY:
- Sympathy for the Devils
- CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE:
- A Frighteningly Efficient Kidnapping
- CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO:
- The Whole Truth
- CHAPTER SEVENTY THREE:
- The Breaking of the Fellowship
- CHAPTER SEVENTY FOUR:
- Perversion of Potential
- CHAPTER SEVENTY FIVE:
- Benny
- CHAPTER SEVENTY SIX:
- Sean Wren, Unkillable Machine Man
- CHAPTER SEVENTY SEVEN:
- The Republic
- CHAPTER SEVENTY EIGHT:
- Sister
- CHAPTER SEVENTY NINE:
- The Ministers
- CHAPTER EIGHTY:
- Number One
- CHAPTER EIGHTY ONE:
- Brother
- CHAPTER EIGHTY TWO:
- The Philosopher Stone
- CHAPTER EIGHTY THREE:
- Center of the Compass
- CHAPTER EIGHTY FOUR:
- Sean, Tamara, and Shay
- CHAPTER EIGHTY FIVE:
- Memory
- CHAPTER EIGHTY SIX:
- Improvisational Linguistics
- CHAPTER EIGHTY SEVEN:
- The Dreamer
- CHAPTER EIGHTY EIGHT:
- A Letter from the Dead
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
She looked at me with the implacable patience of the immortal. Fear crawled its way up my throat, that she would kill us for knowing nothing.
So I confessed. “We were looking for the Philosopher Stone.”
CHAPTER NINE:
Three Lives and One
“Sean!” Benny hissed, but I ignored him. I could not tell if the ultraviolet Minister respected or despised me for my honesty, if she felt nothing at all.
“What did you want with the Philosopher Stone?” the ultraviolet Minister asked.
“Uh,” I avoided looking at Quint, “to sell it.”
“Thieves,” the ultraviolet Minister said, mildly, but a shiver went down my spine. “How did you know the Philosopher Stone was here?”
I thought fast. “From the transmission,” I said. “It was in Ameng. I translated it.” The SOS had said nothing specific about the Philosopher Stone, only something about a stalled ship and someone named Mara Zhu, but parts of it had been unintelligible. Hopefully, if the Ministers had picked up the same transmission, they hadn’t heard the whole thing either and would assume the Philosopher Stone mention had been in the inaudible part.
“That language was erased. How could you translate it?”
I hadn’t expected that line of questioning, but I was only too happy to avoid any direction that might lead to discussion of a certain Senator. “There are fragments all over the colonies and the Sisters… if you go looking for them hard enough, you can put together a library. I’m good with languages.”
“Prove that you can understand Ameng.”
“How? Do you want me to recite a poem, or—”
“Open the central door,” she said, and gestured to a panel on the far wall. The buttons were glowing faintly—somehow, the Ministers had restored power to this small patch of the ship.
My legs were unsteady when I stood, but I forced myself to walk away from Benny and Quint. The Ministers were busy on their own tasks; one was examining the panel where Lantern-Eyes had vanished, others were scanning the air and the walls. One had vanished down into the Viper. But I felt them all watching me. A particularly tall Minister was standing beside the wall panel, his collar-light glowing softly yellow at his throat.
The machine was labeled, as I’d seen before. For an empty, sinking moment, all the letters were nonsense to me, and I had no plan, no thoughts, no goal, nothing left but the fear. And then I took another breath and memory trickled back in. The labels were simple, mercifully. There were three doors in the room, one on each of the windowless walls. I knew the Ameng word for door. I could never keep left or right straight, but I could reasonably assume the keys were laid out in the same order as the doors. Or so I hoped. I could forgive our ancestors for discovering the secret of immortal life and promptly hiding it in the middle of a supernova just to inconvenience me a thousand years down the line, but putting the right button on the left side and the left button on the right would be inexcusable.