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326 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 1, 2012
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Now, I’m afraid there will be a lot of spoilers so if you don’t have read the book for now, please, don’t read anymore.
"Hey! It's no problem to me," Paul responded with a grin. "I just want to know who is going to be signing my paycheque if we ever have a power failure in this section of the station."
"And here I thought you were gunning for the Chief Executive position."
"No way!" said Paul holding up his hands in defense, "The paperwork would kill me." (loc 927)
The moment the door to medical slid shut, Paul leaned against the corridor laughing his ass off. "Oh, to see the look on your face when you walked in," Paul crooned. "If I only had a camera so I could store that look for future prosperity... and blackmail." Paul laughed.
John only shot Paul a dirty look before replying, "I'm failry sure it says somewhere I am in charge, doesn't that mean I can fire your ass?"
Paul only laughed louder. "So I assume we are going to forgo the rack and thumbscrews?" Paul inquiered. "Perhaps a dozen red roses and a box of chocolates instead?" Paul asked with another laugh.
They had finally managed to put Paul's kids to sleep, which had involved complex negotiations, followed by a round of 'Good Cop, Bad Cop.' With Jon, as the more senior, threatening the kids that if they did not go to sleep he was going to space their teddy bear, they had agreed and settled fown to sleep. (loc 1938)
"I cannot believe it", John stated in disbelief. "She mentionned she was thinking of going into politics the last time that I saw her." he said, thinking aloud.
"Would that have been the time that she was clinging to you like a barnacle in tears?" Paul commented with a wide smirk. "Or the other time when she was throwing things at you and threatening bodily harm if you ever set foot within her sight again?" Paul was trying to suppress a laugh. (loc 2224)
"Remember when Carol asks, it's all your idea."
"Yeah, like she will ever believe that," Jon teased, slapping his oldest friend on the back. (loc 5303)
Jon remained silent, but inside he seethed at the thought of anybody touching his blade. Nobody, absolutely nobody else held that weapon but him. (loc 1286)
As if time had slowed, Jon watched the blade descend towards him but he felt no fear, not of this weapon. The Emperor, Marcus Aurelius, had presented the sword to him personally a few years before on his promotion to Commander of the Praetorian Guards. The minute he felt the blade touch him for the first time it was as if a bolt of energy had been transferred from the blade into him. Something seemed to have clicked inside of him, as if part of his soul that had been missing his entire life was re-joined. From that day onwards the deadly weapon had never left his side, as if they were now one, a right hand to his left. Idly, for a moment, Jon considered doing nothing, wondering if the blade would simply bounce off him or even just pass through him. (loc 1312)
He hesitated before reaching for the sword. He had not wielded this weapon since abandoning his oath to the Emperor, since he betrayed Sofia, since he turned his back on his old life. He did not feel worthy to possess such a weapon, but at the same time he could not part with it. The blade was part of him, part of his soul, and he could no more abandon it than cut off his right hand. So instead he had kept it close, but never touching it.
However, now with possible intruders on his station, in his home, threatening people, families that he loved... Shoving aside his own fears and inadequacies he reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword, pulling the blade free from the desk. As always when holding this blade, his blood seemed to sing with the song of battle. Casting one more glance over his shoulder, outside the viewport, still dark with the inkiness of space, Jon departed for C&C. With his blade still wrapped firmly in his hand, the office door slid shut and sealed itself behind him. (loc 3826)
However, the other part of John's nervousness was from having to leave his Valerian sword on the 'Light. It would have completely destroyed the façade they were trying to project of a married pair of young, independent traders. No trader would ever wear such a thing. Instead he had holstered at his side a standard pulse pistol, but Jon still felt naked without his sword. John knew it was supoerstitious nonsense but he honestly flet the blade protected him. John secretly feared that the day he died, the weapon would be out of his reach. (loc 5017)
No matter how exasperating John found Sofia, he would have to confess, but only under torture, she was stunningly beautiful. (loc 170)
"You know, it was my sister who encouraged me to join the Navy." John decided he did not want to consider the future, not when the present looked so dazzling.
"Really?" Sofia asked, giving a weak smile and looking up into his eyes.
"Really," John confirmed. "She told me I would one day become a famous navy pilot and marry a princess."
"Really?" Sofia's smile broadened.
"Really!" John insisted. "Although she was only six a the time, she thought I was a prince and told me I really needed to get a horse." (loc 262)
"You never harmed me and I was never frightened by what you did. Ever since father made you head of the Praetorians I have always felt safe with you around, knowing no one could harm me, as they would have to go through you-my own white knight, with his magical sword." Sofia explained wistfully, with a hint of sadness. (loc 377)
"For the moment let's just concentrate on getting you to Eden Prime safely. We can worry about what happens next after we arrive."
"You won't leave me?" Sofia asked in a small voice.
"Not unless you wish me to." John replied truthfully, but inside a little piece of his heart died. Upon her arrival Sofia would be crowned Empress and Jon would continue to serve her, just as he had her father, but never again would he hold her in his arms. (loc 604)
"So what was all that about, in front of the clerk?" She asked sleepily.
"Hmm" Jon responded, distracted by her smell.
"Me strong warrior... you weak female," Sofia replied, with a giggle. (loc 1235)
Suddenly her mind cleared and she stared into the dark brown eyes of a face she did not recognise. Not the misty grey eyes of the person that filled her thoughts and dreams. (loc 1273-1274)
Even many years later, when thinking back on their first shared kiss, he wasn't sure how long they stood there so entwined-perhaps seconds, perhaps centuries, perhaps forever. (loc 3177)
"This time I do not plan to let you out of my sight for a single instant. You seem to be a magnet for trouble whenever I am not around."
"Me?" Sofia replied with a laugh. "What about you? All I asked for is a dinner and some dancing, and you start a brawl in the middle of the club. Anyway, if you plan on waching me all the time, where are you going to sleep?" she asked playfully.
"With you," Jon shot back, with a heated gaze. "I'm not letting you out of my sight for a moment."
The tight knot of fear and worry that had settled in Sofia's stomach when she agreed they change course to Memphis abruptly vanished. Suddenly she was looking forward to this excursion. (loc 4935)
This time, however, instead of the disapproval she was used to seeing, his expression turned to a warm smile and he nodded his approval, with a simple "I like it." Sofia decided she liked this reaction almost as much and decided in the future she would just have to alternate, to keep him guessing. (loc 5005)
"No!" she insisted firmy. "I am not going to leave you." She would not accept that future for herself. Better to stay here and die together with the man she had fallen in love with, than accept that future. "If you want me to go, then you have to come with me. Otherwise I am going to stay here, together with you," she insisted. (loc 5138)
Jon had no idea of how Sofia knew about events taking place at Terra Nova. In another time and place he might have been outraged at her impulsive intrusion back into his life. However, this was not the time or the place to look such a gift horse in the mouth. He would deal with Sofia another day, probably by pushing her against a bulkhead, professing his thanks and then kissing her senseless... assuming he lived through today." (loc 5408)
"Anyway, he was very grateful you survived the destruction of your ship. He said he would have been mortified if he killed anyone with such a great posterior," Paul added glibly frantically trying to nurse the engines into life.
"He said what?" Miranda exlaimed in disbelief, completely forgetting about the approching threat and turning her full attention to Paul.
"Uh..." Paul said, frantically trying to change the topic of conversation. "I probably shouldn't have mentioned that, should I?" (loc 3334)
"Let's get to the part you were discussing my ass." Miranda insisted, venomously. (loc 3334)
"Don't worry," Paul added reassuringly. "I am sure they will not be billing us for the damage." (loc 3362)
John stared at his father intently. This was entirely is fault, as he had planned to make detailed introductions before now.
"Not a word son, not a word." His father exclaimed, wagging his finger at his eldest son before heading towards the bedrooms to prepare the guest room.
"So what am I meant to do?" Jon asked the empty room rhetorically. (loc 2568)
"While I did sleep with her, once, just once, I'm not sleeping with her if you know what I mean?"
"No," his father replied just staring at him, perplexed.
"Look dad, we are both adults here, let me put this simply. I am not having sex with her!" Jon exclaimed loudly. (loc 2659)
"Now don't get your knickers in a twist, son," Ryan replied and added with an evil grin. "And come to think of it, you stay away from your Princess's knickers."
Jon just rolled his eyes and replied, "She's not my Princess, dad."
"Could have fooled me, the way you two were drooling over each other earlier."
"I don't know what you're talking about," John replied, desperately trying to change the topic. (loc 2728)
"Now don't forget, I want you both home by midnight, and no necking in the cab," his father warned him seriously, which was rather spoilt by the grin that was threatening to split his face in half.
"You are having far too much fun with this," Jon warned his father.
"His father gave the accusation careful consideration before he replied, "Yep." (loc 2968)
Unfortunately the rest of the crew did not share Jon's lack of self-worth. Paul knew with absolute certainty not one member of the crew was going to leave if Jon insisted on remaining behind to face the fleet alone. (loc 4665)
The station's kids had been in awe of the Marine Sergeant, ever since Lieutenant Castle's daughter had recounted the story of how he had wasted the monster that was hiding in her bedroom wardrobe. (loc 4747)
Even the children present, while they did not understand the seriousness of the situation, agreed they were all better staying on the station with their parents. If the imposing marine sergeant promised them they would be safe, who were they to doubt him? After all, they had all heard what Gunny had done to the monster that was hiding in Lieutenant Castle's daughters wardrobe. Any bad people trying to get onto their station were going to be in big trouble! (loc 5312)
As his senior command staff filed out of the conference room, Jon's thoughts turned back to Sofia. It had been at least eight hours since he had last thought about her. Jon idly wondered if he was going to spend the rest of his life thinking about her. (loc 2293)
"Please don't leave me," Jon cried desperately. "I have been so alone without you." Admitting it to himself at the same time as saying the words aloud.
Twirling back, closer, Sofia touched her hand delicately to his chest, in the same fashion she did on the Imperial Star, she explained in a soft voice. "You have never been alone, Jon. I have always been with you, in here," she said laying her hand over his heart.
[...] "I'm sorry," Jon said aloud. "I never wanted to hurt you, I love you..." Admitting it to himself, for the first time. (loc 4111)