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Condición: New. Patsouras, George; Fischer, Jessica (ilustrador).

PAP. Condición: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000. Fisher, Jessica; Patsouras, George (ilustrador).

Paperback. Condición: New. Fisher, Jessica; Patsouras, George (ilustrador).

PAP. Condición: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000. Fisher, Jessica; Patsouras, George (ilustrador).

PAP. Condición: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000. Patsouras, George; Fischer, Jessica (ilustrador).

PAP. Condición: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000. Patsouras, George; Fischer, Jessica (ilustrador).

Paperback. Condición: New. Patsouras, George; Fischer, Jessica (ilustrador).

Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. The debut of a SPACE OPERA series with the world-building complexity of SUNEATER, the puzzle box mystery of HARROW, and a strong female narrator like Heinlein's FRIDAY.TAKE A JOB. FALL IN LOVE. TRY NOT TO BLOW UP SUNS.My name's Polla Ottrava. I'm a registered smuggler and hotshot hyperspace pilot with a navigational symbiote ("navvy") implanted in my arm. Its name is Second. With dear Second, I'm the best pilot I know (probably). Without, I'm just a farmgirl from a backwater planet who's moved back in with her folks. Between the lover I abandoned and the crime boss I cheated, I had no choice.In my twenty-eight years I've made a lot of bad calls, but that's relative, isn't it? I mean, I've never blown up a binary star with space magic. I've never harnessed a fleet of alien ships and used 'em to terrorize perfectly respectable arms dealers, either. I've also never unleashed a shapeshifting biophage, nor ended even one civilization.The woman who did all that was Ledas-stinking-Starfire. Ledas: the rebel Kamen-lord, spoiled Terran princeling, and failed revolutionary. A year ago, someone killed her. Now her widower's ravaging planets. I guess for revenge. Who cares? This isn't her stinking story.It's MINE.I'm Polla Ottrava. I've taken a job I wasn't allowed to refuse. My employers are war criminals who swear they're saving the galaxy. They say I'm the only one who can fly their bloodship. They say we're heroes. They say they'll pay me. They say a lot of crap.Only some of it's true.***IN HER OWN WORDS.I knew they were liars from the start, so why didn't I run? No high-minded reason. Sympathy for Lieutenant Navigator Sai? Of course. Sympathy. and attraction. But he'd made his bed, and I had no illusions about saving him from it.So why didn't I run? You've never asked, you cannot ask, but I imagine you asking all the same, you with your cold voice and your unrelenting, useless logic: "Why didn't you run? You owed them nothing. Even then, you knew they were liars, deserters, and thieves."I didn't think. That's it. That's the entire reason. I. Didn't. Think-- A pilot takes a job she's not allowed to refuse: fly a priceless ship for a desperate trio out to save the galaxy. She's knows they're liars--so is she. But if they're heroes saving the Milky, why does everyone in it want them dead? This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability. Fisher, Jessica; Patsouras, George (ilustrador).…

Paperback. Condición: New. Fisher, Jessica; Patsouras, George (ilustrador).

Paperback. Condición: New. Patsouras, George; Fischer, Jessica (ilustrador).

Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. The debut of a SPACE OPERA series with the world-building complexity of SUNEATER, the puzzle box mystery of HARROW, and a strong female narrator like Heinlein's FRIDAY.TAKE A JOB. FALL IN LOVE. TRY NOT TO BLOW UP SUNS.My name's Polla Ottrava. I'm a registered smuggler and hotshot hyperspace pilot with a navigational symbiote ("navvy") implanted in my arm. Its name is Second. With dear Second, I'm the best pilot I know (probably). Without, I'm just a farmgirl from a backwater planet who's moved back in with her folks. Between the lover I abandoned and the crime boss I cheated, I had no choice.In my twenty-eight years I've made a lot of bad calls, but that's relative, isn't it? I mean, I've never blown up a binary star with space magic. I've never harnessed a fleet of alien ships and used 'em to terrorize perfectly respectable arms dealers, either. I've also never unleashed a shapeshifting biophage, nor ended even one civilization.The woman who did all that was Ledas-stinking-Starfire. Ledas: the rebel Kamen-lord, spoiled Terran princeling, and failed revolutionary. A year ago, someone killed her. Now her widower's ravaging planets. I guess for revenge. Who cares? This isn't her stinking story.It's MINE.I'm Polla Ottrava. I've taken a job I wasn't allowed to refuse. My employers are war criminals who swear they're saving the galaxy. They say I'm the only one who can fly their bloodship. They say we're heroes. They say they'll pay me. They say a lot of crap.Only some of it's true.***IN HER OWN WORDS.I knew they were liars from the start, so why didn't I run? No high-minded reason. Sympathy for Lieutenant Navigator Sai? Of course. Sympathy. and attraction. But he'd made his bed, and I had no illusions about saving him from it.So why didn't I run? You've never asked, you cannot ask, but I imagine you asking all the same, you with your cold voice and your unrelenting, useless logic: "Why didn't you run? You owed them nothing. Even then, you knew they were liars, deserters, and thieves."I didn't think. That's it. That's the entire reason. I. Didn't. Think-- A pilot takes a job she's not allowed to refuse: fly a priceless ship for a desperate trio out to save the galaxy. She's knows they're liars--so is she. But if they're heroes saving the Milky, why does everyone in it want them dead? This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our Sydney, NSW warehouse or from our UK or US warehouse, depending on stock availability. Fisher, Jessica; Patsouras, George (ilustrador).…

Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. The debut of a SPACE OPERA series with the world-building complexity of SUNEATER, the puzzle box mystery of HARROW, and a strong female narrator like Heinlein's FRIDAY.TAKE A JOB. FALL IN LOVE. TRY NOT TO BLOW UP SUNS.My name's Polla Ottrava. I'm a registered smuggler and hotshot hyperspace pilot with a navigational symbiote ("navvy") implanted in my arm. Its name is Second. With dear Second, I'm the best pilot I know (probably). Without, I'm just a farmgirl from a backwater planet who's moved back in with her folks. Between the lover I abandoned and the crime boss I cheated, I had no choice.In my twenty-eight years I've made a lot of bad calls, but that's relative, isn't it? I mean, I've never blown up a binary star with space magic. I've never harnessed a fleet of alien ships and used 'em to terrorize perfectly respectable arms dealers, either. I've also never unleashed a shapeshifting biophage, nor ended even one civilization.The woman who did all that was Ledas-stinking-Starfire. Ledas: the rebel Kamen-lord, spoiled Terran princeling, and failed revolutionary. A year ago, someone killed her. Now her widower's ravaging planets. I guess for revenge. Who cares? This isn't her stinking story.It's MINE.I'm Polla Ottrava. I've taken a job I wasn't allowed to refuse. My employers are war criminals who swear they're saving the galaxy. They say I'm the only one who can fly their bloodship. They say we're heroes. They say they'll pay me. They say a lot of crap.Only some of it's true.***IN HER OWN WORDS.I knew they were liars from the start, so why didn't I run? No high-minded reason. Sympathy for Lieutenant Navigator Sai? Of course. Sympathy. and attraction. But he'd made his bed, and I had no illusions about saving him from it.So why didn't I run? You've never asked, you cannot ask, but I imagine you asking all the same, you with your cold voice and your unrelenting, useless logic: "Why didn't you run? You owed them nothing. Even then, you knew they were liars, deserters, and thieves."I didn't think. That's it. That's the entire reason. I. Didn't. Think-- A pilot takes a job she's not allowed to refuse: fly a priceless ship for a desperate trio out to save the galaxy. She's knows they're liars--so is she. But if they're heroes saving the Milky, why does everyone in it want them dead? This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. Fisher, Jessica; Patsouras, George (ilustrador).…

Taschenbuch. Condición: Neu. nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - The debut of a SPACE OPERA series with the world-building complexity of SUNEATER, the puzzle box mystery of HARROW, and a strong female narrator like Heinlein's FRIDAY.TAKE A JOB. FALL IN LOVE. TRY NOT TO BLOW UP SUNS.My name's Polla Ottrava. I'm a registered smuggler and hotshot hyperspace pilot with a navigational symbiote ('navvy') implanted in my arm. Its name is Second. With dear Second, I'm the best pilot I know (probably). Without, I'm just a farmgirl from a backwater planet who's moved back in with her folks. Between the lover I abandoned and the crime boss I cheated, I had no choice.In my twenty-eight years I've made a lot of bad calls, but that's relative, isn't it I mean, I've never blown up a binary star with space magic. I've never harnessed a fleet of alien ships and used 'em to terrorize perfectly respectable arms dealers, either. I've also never unleashed a shapeshifting biophage, nor ended even one civilization.The woman who did all that was Ledas-stinking-Starfire. Ledas: the rebel Kamen-lord, spoiled Terran princeling, and failed revolutionary. A year ago, someone killed her. Now her widower's ravaging planets. I guess for revenge. Who cares This isn't her stinking story.It's MINE.I'm Polla Ottrava. I've taken a job I wasn't allowed to refuse. My employers are war criminals who swear they're saving the galaxy. They say I'm the only one who can fly their bloodship. They say we're heroes. They say they'll pay me. They say a lot of crap.Only some of it's true.\*\*\*IN HER OWN WORDS.I knew they were liars from the start, so why didn't I run No high-minded reason. Sympathy for Lieutenant Navigator Sai Of course. Sympathy. and attraction. But he'd made his bed, and I had no illusions about saving him from it.So why didn't I run You've never asked, you cannot ask, but I imagine you asking all the same, you with your cold voice and your unrelenting, useless logic:'Why didn't you run You owed them nothing. Even then, you knew they were liars, deserters, and thieves.'I didn't think. That's it. That's the entire reason. I. Didn't. Think. Fisher, Jessica; Patsouras, George (ilustrador).…

Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. Fly a ship.Save the Milk.Try not to blow up suns.Registered Smuggler Polla's Ottrava's grown fond of her trio of desperate war criminals. She's even fallen in love.But everything in her life is still supernova-shaped. and that's not even funny, considering it's all Ledas Starfire's fault, the dead woman who CAUSED a supernova three years ago.Polla tries to keep light-years between herself and Starfire's reputation, but it's tough to do when she's flying the dead woman's ship, employed by the dead woman's twin, and on a mission to kill the dead woman's husband. That genocidal murderer's crap keeps blowing back, forcing Polla to relive the murderer's memories in the woman's ship. And every time she tries to do something good, people try and kill her!Fond as she is of her companions, she can't help but think it's their fault.A reckoning is coming, and Polla's about to find out there's only two people in the Milk who can truly understand what she's going through. One is Starfire's ex, the madman who's reshaping planets with a shapeshifting biophage--the man they're on a mission to kill. The other's a pregnant farmgirl, also named "Polla Ottrava." And, funny thing? Them sharing a name's no coincidence.Still, it sure feels good to be one of the good guys.Uh, they are the good guys. right? Haunted by a past that isn't hers, Polla learns to fly a bloodship to stop a madman. As her companion's lies unravel, there's only two people who can understand. One is the madman. The other is also named "Polla," which is no coincidence. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. Patsouras, George; Fischer, Jessica (ilustrador).…

Taschenbuch. Condición: Neu. nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - Fly a ship.Save the Milk.Try not to blow up suns.Registered Smuggler Polla's Ottrava's grown fond of her trio of desperate war criminals. She's even fallen in love.But everything in her life is still supernova-shaped. and that's not even funny, considering it's all Ledas Starfire's fault, the dead woman who CAUSED a supernova three years ago.Polla tries to keep light-years between herself and Starfire's reputation, but it's tough to do when she's flying the dead woman's ship, employed by the dead woman's twin, and on a mission to kill the dead woman's husband. That genocidal murderer's crap keeps blowing back, forcing Polla to relive the murderer's memories in the woman's ship. And every time she tries to do something good, people try and kill her!Fond as she is of her companions, she can't help but think it's their fault.A reckoning is coming, and Polla's about to find out there's only two people in the Milk who can truly understand what she's going through. One is Starfire's ex, the madman who's reshaping planets with a shapeshifting biophage--the man they're on a mission to kill. The other's a pregnant farmgirl, also named 'Polla Ottrava.' And, funny thing Them sharing a name's no coincidence.Still, it sure feels good to be one of the good guys.Uh, they are the good guys. right. Patsouras, George; Fischer, Jessica (ilustrador).…

Taschenbuch. Condición: Neu. Navvy Dreams | Tales From a Stinking, Star-Crossed Milky Way, Book One | Murray | Taschenbuch | Tales From a Stinking, Star-Crossed Milky Way | Englisch | 2026 | HMH Murray | EAN 9798990429802 | Verantwortliche Person für die EU: Libri GmbH, Europaallee 1, 36244 Bad Hersfeld, gpsr[at]libri[dot]de | Anbieter: preigu Print on Demand. Fisher, Jessica; Patsouras, George (ilustrador).…

Taschenbuch. Condición: Neu. Navvies' Flight | Tales From a Stinking, Star-Crossed Milky Way, Book Two | Hmh Murray | Taschenbuch | Tales From a Stinking, Star-Crossed Milky Way | Englisch | 2026 | HMH Murray | EAN 9798990429857 | Verantwortliche Person für die EU: Libri GmbH, Europaallee 1, 36244 Bad Hersfeld, gpsr[at]libri[dot]de | Anbieter: preigu Print on Demand. Patsouras, George; Fischer, Jessica (ilustrador).…