Precious Moments

By Kristine Kathryn Rusch

Linameyer prides himself on his open-mindedness. So, when Martina challenges that belief, and wants him to interview her roommate on the radio to prove it, he agrees to meet Rosaura.

But the meeting makes matters worse. Even though it’s 1989 and Rosaura looks to be in her early twenties, she claims to have danced for Evita Perón. Linameyer knows that’s not possible, yet Martina insists on the truth of Rosaura’s story.

Martina wants Linameyer to believe the impossible. But doing so could change everything both hold dear.

“Rusch is a great storyteller.”
—RT Book Reviews

• Language: English
• Publisher: WMG Publishing
• Release date: Apr 15, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311896001

Kristine Kathryn Rusch

New York Times bestselling author Kristine Kathryn Rusch writes in almost every genre. Generally, she uses her real name (Rusch) for most of her writing. She publishes bestselling science fiction and fantasy, award-winning mysteries, acclaimed mainstream fiction, controversial nonfiction, and the occasional romance. Her novels have made bestseller lists around the world and her short fiction has appeared in eighteen best of the year collections. She has won more than twenty-five awards for her fiction, including the Hugo, Le Prix Imaginales, the Asimov's Readers Choice award, and the Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine Readers Choice Award.   

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Precious Moments

Copyright © 2015 by Kristine Kathryn Rusch

First published in Full Spectrum, III, Bantam Books, 1991

Published by WMG Publishing

Cover and Layout copyright © 2015 by WMG Publishing

Cover design by Allyson Longueira/WMG Publishing

Cover art copyright © Erllre/Dreamstime

This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental. This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission.

I was shocked, Sandusky said. He leaned back in the pale blue booth and pushed his half-eaten eggs away. The café smelled of coffee and burned toast. "I mean, there were these delicate little creatures pirouetting on the stage and they were gorgeous. I always thought Russian women were like East German swimmers—big breasted, dough faced and too tall."

That’s racist, Martina said. She hadn’t eaten anything. Her small hands were wrapped around an oversized coffee cup.

Sandusky and I always had breakfast together after the morning show. He did the news and I engineered, and after four hours of live, crazy radio, we would be wired. That morning we invited Martina. Actually, I invited Martina. Sandusky didn’t like her much, but I had always been attracted to women who had bristly personalities. Sandusky said that was because I was out to change the world. Maybe. I thought it was because I liked a challenge.

I frowned. What about Olga Korbut? I had a crush on her when I was in the sixth grade, and I’ve liked tiny women ever since.

Martina didn’t catch the hint, but Sandusky did. He made a face. Olga Korbut wasn’t fully grown, Linameyer.

She is now and she’s still tiny. I took a bite of my scrambled eggs. They were greasy and undercooked. Sandusky had been right to leave his. I pushed my plate away.

I’m talking about my impressions here, Sandusky said. I don’t care if they’re right. I go to the ballet with Linda, I learn something.