The other marines had begun to fall back, firing as they went. Without radio, there was no way to coordinate the retreat. Bobbie found herself running toward the dome with the rest. The small and distant part of her mind that wasn’t panicking knew that the dome’s glass and metal would offer no protection against something that could tear an armored man in half and rip a nine-ton mech to pieces. That part of her mind recognized the futility in attempting to override her terror.
By the time she found the external door to the dome, there was only one other marine left with her. Gourab. Up close, she could see his face through the armored glass of his helmet. He was screaming something at her she couldn’t hear. She started to lean forward to touch helmets with him when he shoved her backward onto the ice. He was hammering on the door controls with one metal fist, trying to smash his way in in his mindless panic, when the creature caught him and peeled the helmet off his suit. Gourab stood for one moment, face in vacuum, eyes blinking and mouth open in a soundless scream; then the creature tore off his head as easily as it had his helmet.
It turned and looked at Bobbie, still flat on her back.
Up close, she could see that it had bright blue eyes. A glowing, electric blue. They were beautiful. She raised her gun and held down the trigger for half a second before she realized she’d run out of ammo long before. The creature looked at her gun with what she would have sworn was curiosity, then looked into her eyes and cocked its head to one side.
This is it,she thought. This is how I go out, and I’m not going to know what did it, or why.Dying she could handle. Dying without any answers seemed terribly cruel.
The creature took one step toward her, then stopped and shuddered. A new pair of limbs burst out of its midsection and writhed in the air like tentacles. Its head, already grotesque, seemed to swell up. The blue eyes flashed as bright as the lights in the domes.
And then it exploded in a ball of fire that hurled her away across the ice and slammed her into a low ridge hard enough for the impact-absorbing gel in her suit to go rigid, freezing her in place.
She lay on her back, fading toward unconsciousness. The night sky above her began to flash with light. The ships in orbit, shooting.
Cease fire,she thought, pressing the thought out into the blackness. They were retreating. Cease fire.Her radio was still out. She couldn’t tell anyone that the UN marines hadn’t been attacking.
Or that something else had.
Contents
Leviathan Wakes by James S.A. Corey
Dedication
Extras
Meet the Author
Interview
A Preview of Caliban’s War
Prologue: Julie
Chapter One: Holden
Chapter Two: Miller
Chapter Three: Holden
Chapter Four: Miller
Chapter Five: Holden
Chapter Six: Miller
Chapter Seven: Holden
Chapter Eight: Miller
Chapter Nine: Holden
Chapter Ten: Miller
Chapter Eleven: Holden
Chapter Twelve: Miller
Chapter Thirteen: Holden
Chapter Fourteen: Miller
Chapter Fifteen: Holden
Chapter Sixteen: Miller
Chapter Seventeen: Holden
Chapter Eighteen: Miller
Chapter Nineteen: Holden
Chapter Twenty: Miller
Chapter Twenty-One: Holden
Chapter Twenty-Two: Miller
Chapter Twenty-Three: Holden
Chapter Twenty-Four: Miller
Chapter Twenty-Five: Holden
Chapter Twenty-Six: Miller
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Holden
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Miller
Chapter Twenty-Nine: Holden
Chapter Thirty: Miller
Chapter Thirty-One: Holden
Chapter Thirty-Two: Miller
Chapter Thirty-Three: Holden
Chapter Thirty-Four: Miller
Chapter Thirty-Five: Holden
Chapter Thirty-Six: Miller
Chapter Thirty-Seven: Holden
Chapter Thirty-Eight: Miller
Chapter Thirty-Nine: Holden
Chapter Forty: Miller
Chapter Forty-One: Holden
Chapter Forty-Two: Miller
Chapter Forty-Three: Holden
Chapter Forty-Four: Miller
Chapter Forty-Five: Holden
Chapter Forty-Six: Miller
Chapter Forty-Seven: Holden
Chapter Forty-Eight: Miller
Chapter Forty-Nine: Holden
Chapter Fifty: Miller
Chapter Fifty-One: Holden
Chapter Fifty-Two: Miller
Chapter Fifty-Three: Holden
Chapter Fifty-Four: Miller
Chapter Fifty-Five: Holden
Epilogue: Fred
Acknowledgments
Books by James S. A. Corey
Copyright
Acknowledgments
Like most children, this book took a village. I would like to express my deep gratitude to my agents, Shawna and Danny, and to my editors DongWon and Darren. Also instrumental in the early formation of the book were Melinda, Emily, Terry, Ian, George, Steve, Walter, and Victor, of the New Mexico Critical Mass writers group, and also Carrie, who read an early draft. An additional thanks goes to Ian, who helped with some of the math, and who is responsible for none of the mistakes I made understanding it. I also owe an enormous debt to Tom, Sake Mike, Non-Sake Mike, Porter, Scott, Raja, Jeff, Mark, Dan, and Joe. Thanks, guys, for doing the beta testing. And finally, a special thanks to the Futuramawriters and Bender Bending Rodriguez for babysitting the kid while I wrote.