Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Dead World (In Love and War, Book 5) by Cora Buhlert

Release date: February 26, 2017
Subgenre:  Space opera, science fiction romance

About Dead World


Once, Anjali Patel and Mikhail Grikov were soldiers on opposing sides of an intergalactic war. They met, fell in love and decided to go on the run together.

Now Anjali and Mikhail are trying to eke out a living on the independent worlds of the galactic rim, while attempting to stay under the radar of those pursuing them.

When they are hired to retrieve a weapons prototype from an abandoned planet, it seems like a routine job. But it quickly turns out that the planet is not as empty as they had thought. And soon, Anjali and Mikhail find themselves caught in a deadly chase across a radioactive wasteland.

This is a novella of 27500 words or approx. 95 print pages in the "In Love and War" series, but may be read as a standalone. 


Outside, the paved ground was covered in a layer of whiteish dust. It looked a little like snow and so utterly undisturbed that Anjali felt almost bad about stepping onto the ground to upset it with the bulky boots of her bulky suit.
But they had places to go and things to do, and so, after a deep breath of filtered air, Anjali stepped off the ramp and onto the surface of Shashenok.
They crossed the square, cautious at first, keeping an eye on the dosimeter readings displayed inside their helmets and always scanning their surroundings for potential dangers. For though intellectually they both knew that the town and the whole planet were deserted and the only real threat the radiation all around, instincts and habits honed by years of war died hard. Besides, something about this place made Anjali actively uneasy and it wasn’t just the radiation or the decay.
From afar, the square had seemed smooth and even, which was part of the reason why Mikhail had chosen it as a landing place. But close-up, Anjali realised that it was not smooth at all. Some paving stones had sunken, others were cracked. In some places, grass and even small tress had broken through, as nature had its way.
The buildings lining the sides of the square stood still and silent. From inside the ship, they’d seemed like identical grey boxes. Up close, they still looked like boxes, but they were far from identical. Some had rows of columns like the Hall of the Imperial Senate on Gloriosa. A few had fronts of stained glass, now missing the occasional pane. Other buildings were decorated with murals, long faded but still recognisable. The style was different than the murals found on Rajipuri, more angular and tending towards the abstract at times, and the subjects seemed to be drawn from daily life — images of workers, soldiers, politicians — rather than from myth and legend like on Rajipuri. Nonetheless, the images were attractive and quite against her will, Anjali found herself wondering what the city had looked like before it was abandoned.
Several of the buildings — Anjali suspected they had been shops once upon a time - were topped by neon signs now long gone dark. The letters were large and blocky. Superficially, they looked like Standard script, but upon closer examination, Anjali found that she could not make out a single word, because some letters looked wrong, like interlopers from a different language.
“What’s up with those signs?” she asked via the suit com, her voice sounding almost sacrilegiously loud to her own ears, “I can’t read any of them.”
“I can,” Mikhail replied softly. Those were, Anjali realised, the first words he’d spoken since they’d left the ship. “It’s called Cyrillic, an ancient script from Old Earth. The language of Jagellowsk used the same script. Those were the letters I learned to read and write.”
Instinctively, Anjali reached for his hand.
Mikhail had once told her that he’d only learned to speak what the Republicans insisted on calling Standard in the camp for orphans where he grew up, because the guards would beat him for speaking in his own language, the language of lost Jagellowsk.
“So these people of this world spoke the same language as your people?”
Mikhail shook his head. “Not exactly the same. There are subtle differences. But both languages are close enough that I can understand the words and they both use the same script.”

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About Cora Buhlert:

Cora Buhlert was born and bred in North Germany, where she still lives today – after time spent in London, Singapore, Rotterdam and Mississippi. Cora holds an MA degree in English from the University of Bremen and is currently working towards her PhD. 
Cora has been writing, since she was a teenager, and has published stories, articles and poetry in various international magazines. She is the author of the Silencer series of pulp style thrillers, the Shattered Empire space opera series, the In Love and War science fiction romance series, the Helen Shepherd Mysteries and plenty of standalone stories in multiple genres. When Cora is not writing, she works as a translator and teacher.


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