REDSHIFT
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The Shadow Man was there when Milune was destroyed, wielding a power that ordinary folk should not behold. But frightened children are rarely believed.
With Abraham’s mother dead, his father tries desperately to build his sons a new life on a new world. There are friends, enemies, romances, and the usual embarrassments of teenage years. But Abraham dreams only of revenge – against the vile riskar, destroyers of Milune.
Enamored by tales of the great campaign against the riskar, Abraham signs up, the realities of war and the dynamics of camaraderie molding a simple farmboy into a deadly and intuitive soldier.
But there are truths still to emerge, and The Shadow Man is no longer the distant memory of a frightened child. Nor does he hover at the edges of Abraham’s dark dreams.
In fact, he is much closer than Abraham could have imagined.
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Coming of age in the Marines, when the greatest war in human history is at your door
Abraham sets his sight on vengeance, but the cost is high...
A dagger to the gut, Abraham watched his friend hustle over to stand next to Digger. Now his mind was made up; Abraham desperately wanted to be in Raven Platoon. He would have sold his brother to make it happen. The air felt constricted as he fought the urge to just run over there without having his name called.
“Amory Eilson, Raven Platoon.”
Abraham took an elbow to the back. The blow knocked him to his knees. He looked up to see the usual suspect, the girl with the dagger, step over him and shout, “Yes, Staff Sergeant.” She looked down as she passed and whispered, “Girls weaken the knees, asshole.”
“Zeeben, get the hell up,” Sergeant Hinton shouted. Abraham felt his cheeks blister with heat. He hustled back to his position. He was raised to respect women, to hold open doors for them and consider them the ‘weaker sex,’ but right now, this girl…Amory. Abraham was heavily considering tripping her down a staircase.
“Abraham Zeeben, Eagle Platoon!”
Damn it. Abraham couldn’t hide his disappointment. He muttered his affirmative, stumbling over to stand next to Ensign Lechero, Schuster, and a bunch of other names and faces he did not recognize. Lechero gave him a half-grin, his angular face emanating something like disgust and an air of superiority. Abraham got the feeling this man was the third kind of person Captain Pendleton had referred to in his speech – rich and snobbish. Lechero seemed the type used to having his ass kissed. Abraham groaned inwardly. He already knew this was going to be a disaster.
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