Revenge Space

By Barbara Lund

Officer Cordova is finally putting away the past, letting her guard down, and thinking about romance on Platform Eight... but the past doesn't play nice and when the first body turns up, it looks like someone wants revenge...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Barbara Lund
• Release date: Jun 26, 2016
• ISBN: 9781944127114

Barbara Lund

Award-winning speculative fiction author Barbara Lund has several indie-published novels, dozens of short stories, and has been traditionally published in Daily Science Fiction and L. Ron Hubbard Presents Writers of the Future, Volume 37 (November 2021).She won the Writers of the Future Golden Pen (2021), along with a First Place, three Silver Honorable Mentions, and two Honorable Mentions. She won the 24th Annual Critters Best Magical Realism Short Story.She's always working on new novels and short stories.Add a husband, two kids, and a martial arts obsession, and she keeps pretty busy.

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REVENGE SPACE

PLATFORM EIGHT #4

Barbara Lund

Copyright © 2016 Barbara Lund

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This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced

or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission

of the publisher except for brief quotations in a book review.

Printed in the United States of America

First Printing, 2016

ISBN: 1-944127-11-9

ISBN-13: 978-1-944127-11-4

www.barbaralund.com

For Survivors and Warriors.

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Syme’s, the best restaurant on Platform Eight, required reservations at least a month out. I’d only finally said yes to a specific date for dinner with James a week ago, but he’d still told me to meet him at Syme’s tonight. I had dressed up—God help me—in a subtly patterned emerald shipsuit so different from my normal black or gray that my own reflection in windows had startled me three times on the way over. Each time, my elbow brushed the tiny tech gun and Station Security badge tucked into a custom-made pocket on my right side—a pocket that didn’t show and didn’t make me look fat, which made it worth every credit. Luckily it was my left elbow and ribs that still ached from having been shattered… My right side was fine.

Mostly.

My right foot… well, I’d probably be limping by the end of the night, despite the slippers that provided support without being boots.

I was lucky to be alive.

Which was why I had agreed to this dinner in the first place. I’d thought I was going to die, and—despite my rule not to become intimately involved with co-workers—had given James a reason for us both to survive.

Now I had to follow through on my