For Love of Mother-Not (Adventures of Pip & Flinx, Book 1)

For Love of Mother-Not (Adventures of Pip & Flinx, Book 1)

Alan Dean Foster

Language: English

Pages: 186

ISBN: 0345346890

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

He was just a freckle-faced, redheaded kid with green eyes and a strangely campelling stare when Mather Mastiff first saw him an the auctioneer's block. One hundred credits and he was hers.For years the old woman was his only family. She loved him, fed him, taught him everything she knew -- even let him keep the deadly flying snake he called Pip.Then Mother Mastiff mysteriously disappeared and Flinx took Pip to tail her kidnappers. Across the forests and swamps of the winged world called Moth, their only weapons were Pip's venom . . . and Flinx's unusual Talents.

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have plenty of time to cope with any maturing Talent and make certain it is safely contained, for the child’s benefit as well as our own, of course.” “Of course,” Haithness agreed calmly. “I am curious to know how you propose to accomplish that. You know how volatile a Talent can become if stressed.” “Yes, the girl gave us an impressive demonstration of that, didn’t she?” Nyassa-lee’s fingers brought forth fresh information from the console. Another call sounded from across the room. “Brora

and revealed paths between the trees. Now he was able to accelerate, and soon the mudder was skipping along over the moist earth. Too fast, perhaps, for night-driving, but Flinx wanted to make up time on his quarry. And he was a little drunk with success. It wouldn’t have been that easy in Drallar, he told himself. Out here, where there wasn’t much to steal, he had succeeded because thieves were scarce. The underside of the mudder was coated with a special hydrophobic polyresin that allowed it

for. Admiration, too, and something more. Something he had not expected from her: a great wave of concern for him, and to a lesser extent, of pity. Flinx had become more adept at sorting out and identifying the emotions he received, and there was no mistaking those he was feeling now. That kiss, then, had not only carried no true love with it—it held even less than that. She felt sorry for him. He tried to reject the feelings, not only from disappointment but out of embarrassment. This was

catastrophe had overtaken the boy in infancy? - “How big was this family?” she asked. “We’ll call it your family for now. How many other boys and girls were there?” “I don’t remember exactly. Lots.” “Can you count?” “Oh, sure,” he said proudly. “Two, three, four, five, and lots more than that.” Sounded like more than just a family, though an extended family could not be ruled out, she knew. “Do ye remember what happened to them, and to you? Ye were all happy, and ye had lots of friends, and

regarding him as she would any other laboratory subject, “it explains so much.” Around them, the sounds of the encampment being destroyed continued to dominate everyone else’s attention. Brora regained his composure. “It may, it may, but the boy may not even be aware that—” Flinx strained to understand their mumblings, but there was too much noise behind him. “Where did you come from?” he shouted toward the skimmer. His new-found maturity quickly deserted him; suddenly, he was only a furious,

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