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Oath of Swords

By: David Weber

Excerpt: Chapter one he shouldn?t have taken the shortcut. Bahzell bahnakson realized that the instant he heard the sounds drifting down the inky-dark cross corridor. He?d had to keep to the back ways used only by the palace servants?and far more numerous slaves?if he wanted to visit brandark without the guard?s knowledge, for he was too visible to come and go openly without being seen. But he shouldn?t have risked the shortcut just to avoid the more treacherous passages of the old keep.

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Doc Sidhe

By: Aaron Allston

Excerpt: Down, but not out Harris came up off his jumping foot and brought the same leg up before him in extension?a flying side kick straight out of tournament demonstrations. The huge man felt like jell-o, but he still fell over backwards. Harris hit the ground hard, too, but scrambled up instantly. ?Gaby??

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The Lion of Farside

By: John Dalmas

Excerpt: Part 1: to waken the lion 1: Varia none of my family knew where Aunt Varia really came from. Evansville, we figured?that?s what she?d let on. Uncle will had met her at Salem, at the Washington county fair, and it was love at first sight, he told me once. For him, anyway. ?and at second sight and third,? laughing when he said it. He claimed she was the best wife a man ever had.

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Sympathy for the Devil

By: Holly Lisle

Excerpt: A damned hard way to die Dayne flopped onto the couch, grabbed the remote, and flipped through the tv channels. There was nothing but news on. ?what the hell?? she saw something football-like flash onto the screen. The duke blue devils and the UNC Tarheels were on the field, and the tarheel quarterback threw a beautiful long bomb down the field?and some huge guy in an obscene bright-red devil suit, with a pitchfork, no less, appeared out of nowhere and speared t...

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Redliners

By: David Drake

Excerpt: Prologue when I entered category 4 of the unity civil service thirty-seven years ago, I gave up my former name and life to become a servant dedicated to all mankind. There are those who say I ceased to be human when as part of the process a computer was embedded in my central nervous system.

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Far Edge of Darkness

By: Linda Evans

Excerpt: Chapter one Sibyl Johnson didn't own a rifle. She wouldn't have known how to shoot one, if she had. And Tony Bartlett had vanished, apparently right off the edge of the world.

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The Tank Lords

By: David Drake

Excerpt: Under the hammer ?think you?re going to like killing, boy?? Asked the old man on double crutches. Rob jenne turned from the streams of moving cargo to his unnoticed companion in the shade of the starship?s hull. His own eyes were pale gray, suited like his dead-white skin to burlage, whose ruddy sun could raise a blush but not a tan. When they adjusted, they took in the clerical collar which completed the other?s costume. The smooth, black synthetic contrasted o...

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Mother of Demons

By: Eric Flint

Excerpt: Chapter 1 as a young warrior, nukurren had heard the demons come. She still remembered the enormous sound that ripped through the sky above shakutulubac, capital of the ansha prevalate. She herself had seen nothing. The sound had awakened her from an exhausted sleep, and by the time she raced out of the barracks there was nothing to be seen but a huge red splotch on the eastern horizon. The strange mark on the sky was terrifying. The mother-of-pearl was always a...

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Wizard's Biz

By: Rick Cook

Excerpt: The thingamajig that does the job with a roar, four trolls charged into the clearing. They were huge and foul-smelling, clad in skins and leather and rags. One brandished a rusty two-handed sword in one hand and others carried clubs.

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An Oblique Approach

By: David Drake and Eric Flint

Excerpt: Prologue that night, Belisarius was resting in the villa which he had purchased upon receiving command of the army at Daras. He was not there often, for he was a general who believed in staying with his troops. He had purchased the villa for the benefit of his wife antonina, whom he had married two years before, that she might have a comfortable residence in the safety of Aleppo, yet still not be far from the Persian border where the general took his post.

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Fiddler Fair

By: Mercedes Lackey

Excerpt: How I spent my summer vacation and every other free minute for five straight years after any number of requests to put all our short stories together in one place, the idea began to take on some mer I t. When larry and I looked into the idea we discovered that we had a lot of other short fiction; about ten years? worth.

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The War Gods Own

By: David Weber

Excerpt: Prologue slate-gray seawater blew back in explosions of white as the twin- masted schooner sliced through the swell. The eastern sky ahead of her was brushed with rose and gold, a dawn that offered beauty to the eye if no warmth to cold-pinched fingers and noses, and ice glittered on her stays. The low, sleek vessel?s flag?green, badged with a golden seagull?and black hull proclaimed her marfang island registry. Not that any flags were needed. A prudent seaman w...

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In the Heart of Darkness

By: Eric Flint and David Drake

Excerpt: Prologue when the lavish dinner was finished, and the servants sent away, the spymaster broke the bad news. ?Belisarius is alive,? he said curtly.

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Slayer

By: Karen Koehler

Excerpt: Preface note from the librarian: as a general rule, we only put titles up in the library which have been published by Baen books. The principal reason for this is simply to avoid complications regarding rights with other publishers.

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The Tyrant

By: Eric Flint and David Drake

Excerpt: Part I: the triumvir chapter 1 when verice demansk had been six years old, his grandfather had taken him one day on a tour of the statuary in the gardens of the family's estate. The tour had finished in front of the statue of the all-father.

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The Shadow of the Lion

By: Mercedes Lackey, Eric Flint, and Dave Freer

Excerpt: Mainz the yellow lantern-lights of mainz's dockside inns reached out across the dark Rhine. Standing on the prow of the riverboat, Erik Hakkonsen stared at them, thinking of little more than food and a bed. He'd left his home in Iceland three weeks earlier, to answer the emperor's summons. They'd had a stormy crossing. Then the late spring thaw had ensured that the roads of the holy roman empire were fetlock deep in glutinous mud. And, finally, the river had bee...

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Forward the Mage

By: Eric Flint and Richard Roach

Excerpt: Chapter one pushing a cave isn't a job for amateurs. But then, neither is hunting gods. Especially in their own stomping grounds. Predictably, I was doing a lousy job of both.

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Odyssey

By: Keith Laumer

Excerpt: Preface discerning people have always read Keith Laumer for a lot of reasons, and I am delighted that baen books is making his works available to be read yet again.

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The Warslayer

By: Rosemary Edghill

Excerpt: Mother of all warmothers she was back where they'd started?the top of the mountain Grey Arlinn. The fairy princess castle, the lawn, all the silly-bugger trappings were gone. In the center of the open space stood a huge slab of smooth black stone. Ivradan was manacled, spreadeagled as though he were waiting for a vulture to come and tear out his liver. He'd dropped Gordon and the little blue stuffed elephant was a blot of bright color at the foot of the stone.

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The Lighter Side

By: Keith Laumer

Excerpt: In the queue the old man fell just as Farn Hestler's power wheel was passing his place in line, on his way back from the comfort station. Hestler, braking, stared down at the twisted face, a mask of soft, pale leather in which the mouth writhed as if trying to tear itself free of the dying body. Then he jumped from the wheel, bent over the victim. Quick as he was, a lean woman with fingers like gnarled roots was before him, clutching at the old man's fleshless shoulders.

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