Buffer Zone

Connie Suttle

ISBN 10: 1634780302 / ISBN 13: 9781634780308

Editore: Connie Suttle, 2018

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nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - A full moon hung over the Mississippi's dark waters, meaning this was the time for hunters to arrive and take whatever they could capture. A device would be clamped to the backs of our necks and we'd never be able to shift back to human again. It was how they justified their enslavement of us; that we were only animals instead of sentient humans.The Krelk had killed more than two-thirds of the human population, too, but they made the excuse that they'd thought them animal as well, until their High Council, wherever that was, decided otherwise.When I heard the first yelp, even underground, I couldn't breathe. Was that a shifter Few shifters could take on a Krelk and their weapons and either survive or avoid being stunned. That's how we were captured-frozen and only barely able to breathe while we were caged, tagged and hauled away from the buffer zone.Another yelp-followed quickly by a third. This was no shifter-the Krelk were the ones screaming. Terrified but still curious, I dipped into the watery entrance and slowly made my way out of my cave to peek at the river bank above my head.A dead Krelk dropped into the water nearby, making me jump and squeak in terror.'An otter ' Someone leaned down to look at me.Not a Krelk-I knew their scent. This-I'd never scented someone like this before. I scrabbled backward, afraid of this newcomer, too, even if he did appear humanoid.'Don't be afraid-I killed all of them.'I backed all the way into the water and scrambled to swim to my cave before he could grab me. Once there, I refused to come out.'I understand,' he said, loud enough that I could still hear him. 'Be safe. I'll patrol farther down, tonight.'I listened, my heart beating so rapidly I feared it would burst while his footsteps, light as they were, faded as he walked southward.He'd killed six Krelk, and I'd never heard one of their weapons fire. Who could do that Earth wasn't alone it its suffering. We were just another planet in a large group of suffering worlds, and help was either non-existent or difficult to come by.There'd be no Marines landing here to save us; that hope had died years ago. What we had was a handful of people with unusual talents, helping a few of us stay alive against impossible odds.--Clare Coquina.

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• Titolo: Buffer Zone
• Editore: Connie Suttle
• Data di pubblicazione: 2018
• Lingua: Inglese
• ISBN 10: 1634780302
• ISBN 13: 9781634780308
• Rilegatura: Taschenbuch
• Condizione: Neu
• Dimensioni: 229 L x 152 A x 15 P (millimetri) 229 millimetri di larghezza per 152 millimetri di altezza per 15 millimetri di profondità
• Peso: 393 grammi

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A full moon hung over the Mississippi's dark waters, meaning this was the time for hunters to arrive and take whatever they could capture. A device would be clamped to the backs of our necks and we'd never be able to shift back to human again. It was how they justified their enslavement of us; that we were only animals instead of sentient humans.The Krelk had killed more than two-thirds of the human population, too, but they made the excuse that they'd thought them animal as well, until their High Council, wherever that was, decided otherwise.When I heard the first yelp, even underground, I couldn't breathe. Was that a shifter? Few shifters could take on a Krelk and their weapons and either survive or avoid being stunned. That's how we were captured—frozen and only barely able to breathe while we were caged, tagged and hauled away from the buffer zone.Another yelp—followed quickly by a third. This was no shifter—the Krelk were the ones screaming. Terrified but still curious, I dipped into the watery entrance and slowly made my way out of my cave to peek at the river bank above my head.A dead Krelk dropped into the water nearby, making me jump and squeak in terror."An otter?" Someone leaned down to look at me.Not a Krelk—I knew their scent. This—I'd never scented someone like this before. I scrabbled backward, afraid of this newcomer, too, even if he did appear humanoid."Don't be afraid—I killed all of them."I backed all the way into the water and scrambled to swim to my cave before he could grab me. Once there, I refused to come out."I understand," he said, loud enough that I could still hear him. "Be safe. I'll patrol farther down, tonight."I listened, my heart beating so rapidly I feared it would burst while his footsteps, light as they were, faded as he walked southward.He'd killed six Krelk, and I'd never heard one of their weapons fire. Who could do that?Earth wasn't alone it its suffering. We were just another planet in a large group of suffering worlds, and help was either non-existent or difficult to come by.There'd be no Marines landing here to save us; that hope had died years ago. What we had was a handful of people with unusual talents, helping a few of us stay alive against impossible odds.--Clare Coquina

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Reinvention/Reincarnation. Those words describe Connie best. She has worked as a janitor, a waitress, a mower of lawns and house cleaner, a clerk, secretary, teacher, bookseller and (finally) an author. The last occupation is the best one, because she sees it as a labor of love and therefore no labor at all. Connie has lived in Oklahoma all her life, with brief forays into other states for visits. She and her husband have been married for more years than she prefers to tell and together they have one son. After earning an MFA in Film Production and Animation from the University of Oklahoma, Connie taught courses in those subjects for a few years before taking a job as a manager for Borders. When she left the company in 2007, she fully intended to find a desk job somewhere. She found the job. And the desk. At home, writing.