The Price of the Stars
Starpilot’s Grave
By Honor Betray’d
“Portmaster, this is Warhammer. Request permission to lift ship.”
“Negative, Warhammer. Permission to lift denied. Report with your entire crew to the Portmaster’s office.”
“Unable to comply. Request permis—”
The sudden tug of a tractor beam cut him off midword. The ‘
Hammer
began to lurch and sway as the beam kept on pulling the ship downward.
LeSoit could feel the strength members of the ’
Hammer
’s frame vibrating. He reached for the console and pulled on the forward nullgravs. Nothing happened—only the steady throb of overstressed metal.
LeSoit hit the console again. With a tremendous deep-throated roar, the heavy realspace engines came on. Power that should have driven
Warhammer
’s mass up to near-lightspeed poured out of the ship’s engines, turning the deckplates of the bay to slag beneath them. All over the console, warning lights burned red. “This is it—either we shake apart fighting their beam, or we burn it out and break free … .”
This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental.
BY HONOR BETRAY’D
Copyright © 1994 by Debra Doyle & James D. Macdonald
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Cover art by Romas
eISBN 9781466802087
First eBook Edition : September 2011
First edition: July 1994