Field of Dishonor (Honor Harrington #4)
David Weber
Language: English
Pages: 416
ISBN: 0743435745
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The People's Republic of Haven's sneak attack on the Kingdom of Manticore has failed. The Peeps are in disarray, their leaders fighting for power in bloody revolution, and the Royal Manticoran Navy stands victorious.
But Manticore has domestic problems of its own, and success can be more treacherous than defeat for Honor Harrington. Now, trapped at the core of a political crisis she never sought, betrayed by an old and vicious enemy she'd thought vanquished forever, she stands alone.
She must fight for justice on a battlefield she never trained for in a private war that offers just two choices: death…or a "victory" that can end only in dishonor and the loss of all she loves.
died into silence, and her eyes had seemed to leap out of the HD. They'd stared straight into his soul, and her voice had been just as cold, just as hard, as those liquid helium eyes. "I'm not taking any questions, ladies and gentlemen," she'd said, "but I do have a short statement." Someone had tried to shout another question, but even his own fellows had hushed him, and then she'd said it. "Denver Summervale killed someone I loved. What's happened here today won't bring Paul Tankersley
The young man's face was gray as he tried with one hand to staunch the blood spurting from his thigh, but his gun hand was still up, his pulser ready even as his eyes glazed. She felt herself beginning to tremble at last, but her mind was amazingly clear. She stripped her belt purse from under her tunic and looped the strap about his leg above the wound. It must have been another flying splinter, not a direct hit, her brain said dispassionately; he still had a leg, and he gasped as she jerked the
of Nike's captain and made their way to the lift. The passage was deserted, as it usually was in officer's country, but Honor noted the way Henke's eyes flitted about. Nike's entire wardroom had joined Honor in hosting a congratulatory dinner the night before, yet it was traditional for a ship's senior officers to "accidentally" bump into a departing exec and wish her well in her new post, as well, especially when she was leaving to assume command of a ship of her own. Only there wasn't a sign
gorgeous green-and-black dress uniforms, but the gallery bulkheads were lined with Navy officers and ratings, all stiffly at attention to form a black-and-gold double line to the side party waiting at the mouth of the boarding tube. Henke turned back to Honor, eyes bright. "You set me up!" she accused under cover of the anthem, and Honor shook her head. "Not me. It was the crew's idea. I just had Mac warn them you were on your way." Henke started to say something more, then swallowed
going on?" McKeon asked, and Ramirez smiled without humor. "Captain The Honorable Denver Summervale was once a Marine officer, Sir," he said. "He's also some sort of cousin of Duke Cromarty. Thirty-odd years ago, he was court-martialed and dismissed from the Queen's Service after he killed a brother officer in a duel." "In a duel?" McKeon looked back toward the bar, and Babcock made a grating sound of disgust. "If you can call it that, Captain," she said flatly. "The officer he killed