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First published in Great Britain by HarperVoyager 2012
Copyright © William H. Keith, Jr 2012
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For Deb, whose science is about as hard as it comes
INTO THE JAWS OF A SAVAGE GOD
Gray was sliding down a gravity well, as though he were being funneled straight toward the wildly rotating cylinder ahead.
Somehow, he realized, the Sh’daar had compressed a medium-sized star into a hollow cylinder a kilometer across and twenty long. Something didn’t add up. Beings that could create this thing weren’t merely good magicians. They were gods, or the closest thing to gods mere humans could imagine.
Gray’s fighter, falling free, was accelerating, moving faster and faster as the maw of the cylinder yawned ahead, the opening empty and utterly lightless.
Fifty more seconds, at this rate, and he would be drawn inside.
If the Sh’daar possessed such power, they didn’t need to rely on the Turusch or their other subject species.
Why fight this protracted war for almost forty years, when such technology could wipe Humankind out of existence with scarcely a thought?
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