Barrayar (Vorkosigan Saga)
Lois McMaster Bujold
Language: English
Pages: 352
ISBN: 1476781117
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
THIRD ENTRY IN A BELOVED SERIES. The Vorkosigan Saga spans over a dozen novels and has won multiple awards and sold 1.8 million copies.
Sick of combat and betrayal, Cordelia Vorkosigan is ready to settle down to a quiet life. But when the Emperor dies, her husband Aral becomes guardian of the infant heir to the imperial throne of Barrayar and the target of high-tech assassins in a dynastic civil war. But neither Aral nor Cordelia can guess the part that their cell-damaged unborn will play in Barrayar's bloody legacy. Winner of the Hugo Award.
About Lois McMaster Bujold:
“. . . all the virtues we have come to expect from Bujold, including more and more prose that sings.”—The Chicago Sun Times
“Bujold continues to prove what marvels genius can create out of basic space operatics.”—Library Journal
“Bujold is not just a master of plot, she is a master of emotion.”—SF Site
“Bujold is one of the best writers of SF adventure to come along in years.”—Locus Magazine
The Vorkosigan Series in Story-based Chronological Order
Falling Free
Shards of Honor
Barrayar
The Warrior's Apprentice
The Vor Game
Cetaganda
Ethan of Athos
Borders of Infinity
Brothers in Arms
Mirror Dance
Memory
Komarr
A Civil Campaign
Diplomatic Immunity
Captain Vorpatril's Alliance
CryoBurn
Omnibus Editions
MILES, MYSTERY & MAYHEM
contains Cetaganda, Ethan of Athos
YOUNG MILES
contains The Warrior's Apprentice + stories
CORDELIA’S HONOR
contains Shards of Honor, Barayarr
MILES, MUTANTS & MICROBES
contains Falling Free, Diplomatic Immunity
MILES IN LOVE
contains Komarr, A Civil Campaign
MILES ERRANT
contains Brothers in Arms, Mirror Dance
The Saint Goes West (Simon Templar 'The Saint', Book 23)
The Physician (Cole Family Trilogy, Book 1)
The Blue Sword (Damar, Book 2)
"Want to talk about it?" She grimaced uncertainly, and moved away from the bed to a settee in the far corner of the room. Cordelia sat beside her. "Tonight," she said lowly, "was the first time I was ever in a real fight." "You did well. You found your position, you reacted—" "No." Droushnakovi made a bitter hand-chopping gesture. "I didn't." "Oh? It looked good to me." "I ran around behind the building—stunned the two security men waiting at the back door. They never saw me. I got to my.
With. "A pony," she put in, giving Piotr the support that he did not yet recognize how badly he was going to need. "A gentle pony. A gentle short pony." Piotr pursed his lips, and gave her a challenging look. "Perhaps you can work up to a horse," he said to Miles. "Earn it, by learning well." "Can I start now?" "You have to get your arm set first," said Cordelia firmly. "I don't have to wait till it heals, do I?" "It will teach you not to run around breaking things!" Piotr regarded Cordelia.
Droushnakovi returned to the ring with a slight smile on her face, eyes narrowed and glittering. She followed a feint with a lightning kick to her opponent's jaw, a punch to his belly, and a low body blow to his knees that brought him down with a boom on the matting. He did not get up. There was a slightly shocked silence. "You're right," said Vorkosigan. "She was pulling her punches." Cordelia smiled smugly, and settled herself more comfortably. "Thought so." The next round to come up for.
Ill, I was thinking, I had better look to my own defense. Nothing appeared to be happening, and no one told me anything." "If Serg had become emperor, how could a mere count have protected you?" asked Cordelia. "He would have had to become ... more. Vidal had ambition, if it were properly encouraged—and patriotism, God knows if Serg had lived he might have destroyed Barrayar—Vidal might have saved us all. But Ezar promised I'd have nothing to fear, and Ezar delivered. Serg died before Ezar and.
Suppose it had been one of the duty guards, or my father. How would you have explained it then? You know what they think of Betans. They'd jump on it, and the rumors would never be stopped. Next thing I knew, it would be coming back at me as political chaff. Every enemy I have out there is just waiting for a weak spot to pounce on. They'd love one like that." "How the devil did we get onto your damned politics? I'm talking about a friend. I doubt you could have come up with a more wounding.