The badgers worked into the handles seemed to chase each other as the light played across the hand-forged metal. ” He took his time tying off a knot and snipped it with the pair of scissors she’d given him as a wedding present. “What?” She reversed course, slowly edging back into cat position, or as much of it as she could manage with the rods in her spine. “Thanks.” He picked up the embroidery hoop and ran a finger over it looking for damage. Five days into their honeymoon, and it still didn’t seem real. Which, to be fair, she did with everyone she met and not only Tesla’s joyfrien-fianc- spouse. Presented with a formal command from Tesla, Gimlet reacted with her service-dog training and pushed back from the embroidery hoop, but she still stared at Shal as if he existed solely to pet her. “Questionable is being kind.” He lifted Gimlet’s paw only to have her roll over onto her back. “Be fair, watching the Moon recede was not a bad view. As they’d said at the training center, “She’s a dog, not a robot.” She wouldn’t hurt the embroidery, but when she was off-duty she was still a Westie. “And last night was the Orbit Transfer Party.” Shal was trying to ease the embroidery hoop out from under Gimlet, but she seemed to generate her own tiny canine gravity field sometimes. She had her Deep Brain Pain Suppressor dialed all the way down because doing her exercises with the DBPS on was an invitation for more pain later. Her spine had its own set of rules about what “normal” looked like. Or, rather, feeling for anything unacceptably out of alignment. “But karaoke is tonight.” Tesla returned to cow position, feeling for anything out of alignment. “What’s that?” He scratched her ears, grinning. She sighed and pushed closer, stumpy tail wagging. “I’m going to need that hoop back, little girl.” She flopped with her nose on Shal’s embroidery hoop and stared up at him with adoration. Her dog abandoned Tesla and took a running leap onto the couch. Gimlet disagreed and swiped her tongue across Tesla’s nose.įrom the couch, Shal lowered the blackwork he was stitching into the sleeve of a T-shirt. Wiggling with delight, the Westie planted tiny dog kisses along Tesla’s cheek. As soon as her head was in reach, she got a faceful of little white dog. “You.” Tesla lowered her head, arching her back as far as she could into cat position.
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Shal was compact, with warm brown skin beneath distressingly glossy curls. On the couch, her joyfrie-fianc- spouse watched her over the edge of his embroidery hoop. The simulated clouds changed shape and position in subtle response to an artificial wind. The ceiling had a digital sky shading to an Earth sunset. Smiling, she lowered her back into the cow position, feeling for twinges as she raised her head. She put her hands on the floor, and her new wedding ring caught her eye with the gleam of platinum-iridium-just like the historic kilogram standard, because her spouse knew she was a nerd. Tesla used the reprieve to return to stretching. It curved in the air, leaving the small white dog staring in baffled confusion for a moment before she found it and pounced with enormous ferocity. “Gimlet, fetch.” She threw a chew toy for her Westie, and the little dog charged in the direction the plush sloth had started to go. The Terran-level ring was big enough that even the Coriolis effect was really only noticeable when throwing things. Or more likely it was the hum of the air conditioning. Kneeling on the floor of their suite, Tesla Crane could just feel the vibrations of the centrifugal ring as it rotated around the interplanetary cruise ship Lindgren.
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Please enjoy this free excerpt of The Spare Man by Mary Robinette Kowal, on sale. Armed with banter, martinis and her small service dog, Tesla is determined to solve the crime so that the newlyweds can get back to canoodling-and keep the real killer from striking again. Then someone is murdered and the festering chowderheads who run security have the audacity to arrest her spouse. She’s traveling incognito and is reveling in her anonymity. Tesla Crane, a brilliant inventor and an heiress, is on her honeymoon on an interplanetary space liner, cruising between the Moon and Mars. Hugo, Locus, and Nebula-Award winner Mary Robinette Kowal blends her no-nonsense approach to life in space with her talent for creating glittering high-society in this stylish SF mystery, The Spare Man.
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