Extraits

Edge souffla tout en faisant doucement pivoter le vaisseau, l’alignant avec l’entrée d’un trou sombre et caverneux sur la lune. La surface en verre vert réfléchit les lumières du vaisseau.

— Oui, j’en suis capable, finit-il par répondre après avoir traversé une section extrêmement étroite.

— Je crois que je vais avoir besoin d’une culotte propre, marmonna Andy dans le communicateur.

Le rire étouffé de Gail résonna sur le pont.

— T’es pas la seule, ma sœur, rétorqua-t-elle.

Swallowing the bile that rose in her throat, she focused on her mission. This was not just about her. If it had been, she would have been tempted to help the Waxian with killing the Trivator. At least, she reasoned, I would be the more merciful killer. It might still come to that if he doesn’t know how to fly a spaceship, she thought. “Goddess, give me death,” he murmured. Lina froze when she heard his barely audible mumble. A surprising rage swept through her unlike anything she had ever felt before—well, almost anything. She was reserving that little dose of overwhelming rage for Colbert Allen. Still, the words were like kerosene on an open flame to her. She totally ignored the fact that she had thought about killing him less than a second before. “Like hell. You can’t die now that I’ve found you, Trivator. I need you alive,” Lina hissed out.