Shards of Honor (Vorkosigan Saga)
Lois McMaster Bujold
FIRST publication that includes CORDELIA NAISMITH. trip again to the place it began, from a number of New York occasions best promoting writer, Hugo Award winner, Lois McMaster Bujold.
When Cordelia Naismith and her survey workforce are attacked by means of a renegade workforce from Barrayar, she is taken prisoner through Aral Vorkosigan, commander of the Barrayan send that has been taken over by means of an formidable and ruthless staff member. Aral and Cordelia live on numerous mishaps whereas their mutual admiration or even improved emotions emerge.
About Shards of Honor:
“All in all, Shards is a beneficial attempt, and price studying for any fan of SF romance.”—Analog
About Lois McMaster Bujold’s Vorkosigan Saga:
“Bujold mixes quirky humor with motion [and] outstanding personality development…[E]normously satisfying.”—Publishers Weekly.
“One of sf’s awesome skills . . . a good series.”—Booklist
“. . . an clever, well-crafted and carefully pleasurable mix of experience, sociopolitical remark, clinical experiments, and low perils . . . with that additional spicing of romance. . . .”—Locus
The Vorkosigan sequence in Story-based Chronological Order
Shards of Honor
The Warrior's Apprentice
The Vor Game
Ethan of Athos
Borders of Infinity
Brothers in Arms
A Civil Campaign
Captain Vorpatril's Alliance
MILES, secret & MAYHEM
contains Cetaganda, Ethan of Athos
contains The Warrior's Apprentice + stories
contains Shards of Honor, Barayarr
MILES, MUTANTS & MICROBES
contains Falling loose, Diplomatic Immunity
MILES IN LOVE
contains Komarr, A Civil Campaign
contains Brothers in palms, replicate Dance
"Let's take it over by the ravine to try out," said Cordelia. "My skin is crawling. Anybody upslope could see us." Still crouching, they made quickly for cover, past Rosemont's body. Dubauer stared back at it as they scuttled by, ill at ease, angry. "Whoever did that is damned good going to pay for it." Cordelia simply shook her head. They knelt down in the bracken-like undergrowth to attempt the comlink. The laptop produced a few static and unhappy whining hoots,.
Matched their own. It followed them like an arrow. "Aha!" She clapped her fingers in delight, and cried into the intercom, "We've fetched 'em! they are all relocating now. Oh, greater and better!" Their pursuit ships slowed, getting ready to flip and assault this much larger prize. The 4 ships that had formerly remained thoroughly on station all started to wheel away also. mins sped through as they jockeyed for position. The last Barrayaran ships wasted little fire.
"can you walk a little way with me?" Bothari muttered something unintelligible into his knees. "Come here, Cordelia," stated Vorkosigan. It was once the first time she had heard her first name in his mouth. "See if you can get him up. I don't think I'd better touch him, just now." She hunkered down into the line of his sight. "Bothari. Bothari, look at me. You've got to get up, and walk a little way." She took his blood-coated hand, and tried to think of a line of reason, or.
With what she hoped would pass for nonchalance, "Was Commodore Vorkosigan all right, after that attack?" His eyebrows rose, and he shot her a glance of bemused examine from beneath them. "Of course." Of course. Of course. That "of course" even instructed, uninjured. Her eyes puddled with relief, which she attempted to mask with an expression of cool specialist interest. "Where are you taking me?" she asked him, as they left the brig and started down the hall.
Rapees, like the last bunch. But this morning about half the guards had disappeared—the worst of the lot—and been replaced by a crew that look like they're on parade. And the Barrayaran camp commandant— I couldn't believe it. They paraded him out on the shuttle tarmac this morning and shot him! In full view of everyone!" "I see," said Cordelia, rather tonelessly. She cleared her throat. "Uh—have you heard yet? The Barrayarans have been run thoroughly out of Escobaran neighborhood area.