Aftermath (Asteroid Wars Series #4)

Aftermath (Asteroid Wars Series #4)

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by Ben Bova, Emily Janice Card, Gabrielle de Cuir, Stephen Hoye
     
 

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The sequel to The Precipice, The Rock Rats, and The Silent War.See more details below

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The sequel to The Precipice, The Rock Rats, and The Silent War.

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“Immensely entertaining. A crackling read.”–SFX on The Precipice

“Bova gets better and better, combining plausible science with increasingly complex fiction.”—Los Angeles Daily News on Venus

"Clearly read by multiple narrators (Janice Card and others), this book provides the listener with a varied atmosphere that counters the sometimes perplexing yet fast-paced turn of events. Fans of Bova will especially appreciate this space thriller." - The Library Journal

Publishers Weekly

Hugo-winner Bova's fourth Asteroid Wars novel (after 2004's The Silent War) is a bewildering attempt to exploit loose ends. When crazed assassin Dorik Harbin disables the spaceship Syracuse, an ore-carrier run by Victor Zacharias, Victor is forced to jettison an escape pod containing his wife and children. Unfortunately, the Zacharias family's desperate efforts to survive are lost among a host of other stories. While son Theo and daughter Angela battle incredible odds to make their way back to inhabited space, Victor steals another spaceship, Pleiades, and goes looking for his family and Syracuse. Various other characters, including Harbin, who becomes a repentant priest named Dorn, go on quests in other spaceships. Chapters are named for the spacecraft in which they take place, which helps orient readers, but Bova doesn't focus enough on the technical features of these ships or the natures of those in them to bring either to life. The action remains equally muddled. (Aug.)

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Library Journal

When the ore-carrier Syracuseinadvertently gets involved in a military action, owner Victor Zacharias uses an escape pod to divert attention from his wife and family, who continue without him into deep space. Until he can reunite with them, Zacharias must accede to the wishes of his seductive rescuer, Cheena Madagascar. When a series of events brings Zacharias together with a pair of survivors of the Asteroid Wars, sculptor Elverda Apacheta and the cyborg known as Dorn, and with industrialist Martin Humphries, the stage is set for a world-transforming encounter. Award-winning sf veteran Bova continues his future history with another installment of space battles and human drama. Solid science and masterly storytelling make this a good addition to most sf collections.


—Jackie Cassada

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ISBN-13:
9781427201065
Publisher:
Macmillan Audio
Publication date:
08/07/2007
Series:
Asteroid Wars Series, #4
Edition description:
Unabridged
Product dimensions:
4.90(w) x 6.66(h) x 1.55(d)

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The Aftermath

Book Four of The Asteroid Wars
By Bova, Ben

Tor Books

Copyright © 2007 Bova, Ben
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780765304148

Chapter One Ore Ship Syracuse:  Main Power Bay Don’t touch that switch!”  “Ow!”  His father’s shouted warning made Theo Zacharias jerk upright. He banged his head painfully on the steel shelf that jutted out over the power bus recess set into the floor plates of the cramped compartment. “You could trip all the breakers on the power bus,” Victor Zacharias admonished his son. “The whole damned ship would go dark.” Fifteen-year-old Theo sat there surrounded by relays and circuit breakers, his knees poking up from the recess like a pair of folded ladders. He rubbed his throbbing head with one hand and glowered sullenly at his father. “How many times do I have to tell you to be careful?” Victor demanded. “Do you have any idea of how many megavolts are in those circuits?” “Twenty-two point six,” Theo muttered. “You’ve told me often enough.” Victor offered a hand to his son and helped to pull him out of the recess. “I’ll handle it,” he said, climbing down to where the teenager had been. “Yeah. Right,” said Theo, thinking he knew what his father had leftunsaid: Never send a boy to do a man’s job. Nearly an hour later Victor clambered out of the recess and hunched beneath the low overhead alongside Theo. “That ought to hold until we get back to Ceres,” he said. “Come on, Thee, help me put the deck plates back in place.” Theo skinned his knuckles wrestling with the heavy deck plates, but he avoided mashing his fingers, as he’d done once before. The fingernail on his left ring finger was still black from that one.
They finished and crabbed out into the passageway, where they could at last stand erect. Theo stretched to his full height, several centimeters taller than his father. While Victor was thickset and bullnecked, his once-trim midsection had spread, stretching the fabric of his coveralls. Theo was tall and slender, but youthfully awkward, all gangling arms and legs. Victor’s hair was jet black and thickly curled; Theo’s was a light sandy brown, like his mother’s. “How’s your head?” Victor asked gruffly as they started back toward the living quarters. Theo rubbed the spot he had whacked. “No lump,” he said. He flexed the fingers where he’d skinned his knuckles; the hand stung, but not badly. “This old vessel needs a lot of tender loving care,” Victor said, more to himself than to his son. “We’ve got to nurse her along until we put in at Ceres for a major overhaul.” Theo started to reply, but his mouth went dry. He knew what he wanted to say, but found that it wasn’t easy to speak the words. At last, working up his courage, he tried, “Dad, when we get to Ceres . . .” But the words dried up in his throat. His father’s expression turned hard. “What about when we get back to Ceres?” Theo blurted, “I don’t want to spend the rest of my life taking care of this rust bucket.” “Neither do I, son. I thought we’d spend a year or two out here in the Belt and then cash in. But it hasn’t worked out that way. The years just seem to slip past.” Theo had heard the sad story many times before. “I don’t want to be a rock rat all my life,” he said. “You don’t want to be like me, is that it?” Victor asked, his voice suddenly sharp. Feeling miserable, Theo replied, “It’s not that, Dad. It’s . . . jeeze, there’s got to be more to life than running around the Belt picking up ores and delivering them to Ceres, for cripes sake.” “Don’t let your mother hear that kind of language. She expects you to be a gentleman.” “Yeah, I know,” Theo sighed. More softly Victor said, “Theo, this ship is our home. It’s our whole life—” “Your life,” Theo muttered. “I want something more.” “Like what?” “I don’t know. I’m not sure. I’m getting good grades in my science classes.” “High school classes over the ednet are a far cry from real science, Thee.” “The guidance program says my test scores are good enough for a scholarship.” “Scholarships pay tuition. Who’s going to pay all the other expenses?” “I can work, support myself. Selene University scholarships include transportation, at least.” “Selene?” Victor stopped in the middle of the passageway, forcing Theo to stop and turn to face him. “You want to go to the Moon?” “Just long enough to get a degree in biology.” “And then what?” “Maybe I could go to the research station at Jupiter. They need biologists to study the life forms there.” “Jupiter,” Victor murmured, shaking his head. He clutched at his son’s arm hard enough almost to hurt. “A biologist. At the Jupiter station.” “If I’m good enough to make it.” “You’ll have to be pretty damned good,” Victor told his son. Then he chuckled and added, “If you don’t kill yourself first trying to keep this ship going.” Theo did not laugh. Ore Ship Syracuse: Galley Let’s face it, Mom,” Theo mumbled into his bowl of yogurt and honey, “Dad doesn’t trust me. He thinks I’m still a kid.”  His mother, Pauline, stood at the one microwave oven that was still functioning and smiled understandingly at her son.  “I don’t think that’s true, Theo,” she said gently.  “I’m fifteen!” Theo burst. “Almost sixteen! And he still doesn’t trust me with anything.” “Your father has an awful lot of responsibility on his shoulders,” Pauline replied. “This ship, our lives . . . there’s a war going on out there, you know.” “And he doesn’t trust me.” Pauline sighed, wondering if the microwave was functioning properly. Syracuse was an old, creaking bucket of an ore carrier. The family spent most of their time on maintenance and repairs, just trying to keep the vessel going on its lonely circuit through the Asteroid Belt. The galley was a tight little compartment, its bulkheads and deck scuffed and dulled from long years of use. Theo sat hunched over his bowl, muttering unhappily into his unfinished breakfast.
His sister Angela, sitting across the galley’s narrow table from Theo, was slightly more than two years older; she was still carrying more weight than she should, still wearing an extra layer of teenage fat. Theo taunted her about it. She responded by calling her lanky, gawky brother “the giraffe.” When Pauline looked at her daughter she could see a dark-haired, dark-eyed beauty waiting to blossom. We’ll have to be careful about her once we put in at Ceres, she reminded herself. There’ll be plenty of young men chasing after her. “Dad’s got enough to worry about, Thee,” Angie said, in the authoritative voice of an older sister. “I could help him if he’d let me,” Theo grumbled. “Like you fixed the leak in the fuel tank? Dad had to come down and—” “Hydrogen’s tricky stuff!” he protested. “It seeps right through ordinary seals.” “Never send a giraffe to do a man’s job.” Angela smirked. “Like you’d do better, hippo?” “Mom! He’s calling me names again!” “You started it!” “Both of you, stop this at once,” Pauline said firmly. “I won’t have you calling each other ugly names.” The microwave dinged at last. As Pauline opened it and pulled out her own breakfast of steaming oatmeal, she said, “Let me talk to your father about this, Thee. Perhaps there’s something that we can do.” Theo brightened a bit and sat up a little straighter. “I could pilot the ship into Ceres!” “I don’t know. . . .” “Dad lets Angie pilot the ship sometimes.” “I’m more mature than you,” Angela said loftily. “You have to be reliable, you know.” But their mother smiled. “We’ll see.” Copyright © 2007 by Ben Bova. All rights reserved. 
 

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