![]() ![]() If he could lock into the gravity well before one detonated, then he could kill his telltale plasma-fusion drive and wink out of existence–at least as far as his pursuers were concerned. The drones had particle weapons too, but those would be useless, the fan of his exhaust consuming anything they might fire at him. A heavily armoured gravity-whip vessel, it was shielded against the temperatures and tidal stresses of the stars it skirted. ![]() Then, before he could draw another breath, seven red indicators like flotsam in his wake. ![]() A bright green designator appeared at the periphery of the display. Too late, he thought from the confines of his narrow cell. Even so, the display cast double shadows throughout the cabin, a confusion of intersecting lines and hard shapes that slashed across walls and deck like whirling blades. Their luminosity had been muted to make them bearable. On its cramped flight deck spun a simulacra of a binary system: two white dwarfs locked in an vicious gravitational embrace, a combined orbital period of two minutes, twenty-five seconds. Prologue The Twins The ship drove towards its hellish perihelion. All characters and events portrayed in this book are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. This license is also reproduced at the back of this work. ![]() Also, to those many people who labored through this hefty manuscript and made invaluable comments. To Karen, without whom I wouldn't be married, have a busy little toddler, and still have time to waste on my writing. ![]()
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