Then up a serviceway, across a bridge of parallel power conduits, down yet another gap between two buildings, and out onto a side street. Down a chute he went, barely bothering to thrust out hands and feet to slow his descent.
In the teeming, festering warren that was Alewev, those were advantages. Remembering the sight of Chaloni and what had been done to Dirran, he knew that his chances for survival would be better if he simply threw himself off the nearest roof. The voices behind him commanded him to stop. The smell of his own burning flesh would have made him gag, if he’d had the time to squander on such things. Looking down, he saw wisps of smoke rising from his skin. One was aiming a device in his direction.Īs he made the leap across to the next building, something seared his right arm as if it had come in contact with a heated metal bar. A glance backward showed the Amazonian twins in hot pursuit. Behind him he could hear more shouts and the sounds of heavy feet pounding on rooftop.
Absolute terror lent extra energy to his legs and feet. Both sets of opposing oculars widened simultaneously. It was at that moment, making a last check of the priv place, that the interrogator happened to glance up as well as back. He looked like someone already dead who was only continuing with the motions of living because he had been ordered to do so. The big youth’s expression was blank as he stumbled after Missi. Turning back, he vanished briefly from view before returning with a more thoroughly bound Sallow Behdul. Ungently yanking her off the couch, he shoved her toward the doorway. The man who had conducted the interrogation gripped the sobbing Missi by one arm. Picking up the unconscious Zezula, the alien effortlessly tossed her onto the shoulder that had previously been occupied by Chaloni. More than at any previous time in his young life, he felt completely helpless. He was neither that good nor that experienced a shot. But even if he had one, he realized, using it would mean going up against four professionals and trying to take them out without getting any of his friends hurt in the process. Every muscle, every ligament and tendon in Subar’s body felt stretched tight enough to snap. Hair flying, Zezula’s head snapped back and forth until the man stopped then it dropped forward onto her chest. A helpless Subar could only watch and grind his teeth. A hard, open hand began to rise and descend, rise and descend. plenty of experience.This time the big man yelled first at Missi before switching to Zezula.
Flinx gets a chance to test his adversary’s skills when our hero’s skimmer is blasted out of the sky and into a raging river in the middle of nowhere-a nowhere of impassable terrain and ravenous, carnivorous beasts.īut hey, what’s one more impossible challenge for someone who’s spent his life defying the odds and escaping the inescapable? Flinx has one thing going for him. Unfortunately for Flinx, Gestalt also hosts a resident bounty hunter who’s just learned about the stupendous reward offered for a certain dead redhead. (Sorry, galaxy!)Ĭould Gestalt supply the key to Flinx’s shadowy past and strange powers? An eccentric loner in a remote area could be the father Flinx has never stopped searching for, perhaps the only person who can unravel the mystery of his birth and his amazing, agonizing powers. Flinx might agree with them-but the quest for patrimony wins out. So Flinx and his minidrag, Pip, venture to Gestalt, an out-of-the-way planet perfect for someone who never wants to be found-disregarding the advice of those who think Flinx could make better use of his time locating the ancient, sentient weapons platform that could be the galaxy’s only chance of stopping the exterminating scourge that’s fast approaching. Gestalt.” A shocked Flinx hears these dying words from one of the renegade eugenicists whose experiments with humans twenty-odd years ago shocked the galaxy. In Patrimony, fans will learn more about their favorite redhead-with emerald eyes, uncanny powers, and a poisonous minidrag-than they ever dreamed possible. In this Pip & Flinx thriller, Alan Dean Foster displays the brilliance that has made him one of the brightest lights in science fiction.