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
The lieutenant’s lambent eyes were piercing. “Who sent you here?”
Answering that question honestly would mean my death and Benny’s, now or later, once the Senator realized we’d betrayed him. “If you think I’m a Minister spy,” I said, “why the hell did you rescue me from Indigo?”
Something slammed against the door, interrupting our stand-off. The forty locks bent, buckled, and when that something slammed into the door again, this time it gave way.
The forty locks on Lieutenant Lantern-Eyes’ door were enough to withstand most apocalypses, but apparently not a furious Minister. As soon as the door fell in I saw Indigo standing behind it, collar light glowing darkly and his human-inhuman face as expressionless as stone.
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO:
Oh, Shit!
“Behind the radio!” Lantern-Eyes shouted, and ran at Indigo with her club. He moved, smooth as water, and blocked her blow with his long knife. The look he gave her terrified me, but the lieutenant only brought her club around to swing again.
“Behind the fucking radio!” she shouted, tripping back as Indigo moved forward, just in time to dodge the slash of his knife. I dropped to my knees beside the huge black box that was the radio and shoved it aside.
Hidden by its bulk was another little rat hole. It was smaller than the first one had been, barely big enough for me, and I couldn’t see to the other side.
“Sean, get in!” Lantern-Eyes shrieked, and reached blindly behind herself to grab one of her explosive canisters and launch it at Indigo. He knocked it aside with his sword, splitting it, and the air began to fill with thick white smoke again.
Indigo looked from the smoke to Lantern-Eyes, a dark expression taking shape on his usually impassive face. I made a split-second decision, reached up to the lieutenant’s wall of alphabetized murder weapons, and blindly grabbed for the same smoke/light bombs she’d just used. I caught four of them in my spread fingers, and I didn’t dare linger to get more, not with Indigo’s expression like that. Stuffing the bombs in my pocket, I got on my knees and crawled into the rat hole in the wall. Something crashed behind me.
I scrambled forward, scraping my palms on the uneven floor. The walls pressed in on me. I reached the end of the rat hole like a man surfacing from underwater and moved as far from the narrow passage as I dared, panting hard. My fingers dug into my side but the touch was only faint comfort, holding myself together on the floor.
I was out. I was out now, and who knew what was following me from the lieutenant’s safe room, but at least I was no longer trapped in a coffin-like tunnel. I took a less desperate breath and started to push myself up—whatever came out of that tunnel, Lantern-Eyes or Indigo, I would have to be prepared.
It was only then that I realized I was not alone.