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Avg raiting: 2. Books: 13 books 0 series. What readers are saying What do you think? Write your own comment on this book! Write your own comment on this author! Book list 13 books. Sort books: Title Year Rating. Ride Proud, Rebel! Series: Unknown Year: Unknown Raiting: 2. The characters of Ride Proud, Rebel! Once you start reading, it is almost impossible to stop and you just continue reading till you are done with all books of the sequel including Ride Pround,Rebel" and "Rebel Spurs".

Show more. Shadows here were not gray or black; they were violet and purple. The crumbling adobe walls were laced by strings of crimson peppers, vivid in the torch and lantern light. It had been this way for days, red and yellow, violet-colors he had hardly been aware existed back in the cool green, silver, gray-brown of Kentucky. So this was Tubacca! The rider shifted his weight in the saddle and gazed about him with watchful interest. Back in '59 this had been a flourishing town, well on its way to prominence in the Southwest.

The mines in the hills behind producing wealth, the fact that it was a watering place on two cross-country routes-the one from Tucson down into Sonora of Old Mexico, the other into California-had all fed its growth. Unfortunately his life goes in a wrong way and he loses his money, respect and reputation.

Rupert does not know what to do with his aristocratic origin and his title. He persuades his younger brother and sister to come back to the old family estate called Pirate's Haven. There they plan to find the family treasure, an amazing sword and with its help to return their reputation and money.

The plot of the story will keep readers attentive and interested and will never bore them. Even here, on the black terrace before the forgotten mountain retreat of Asti, it was possible to smell the dank stench of burning Memphir, to imagine that the dawn wind bore upward from the pillaged city the faint tortured cries of those whom the barbarians of Klem hunted to their prolonged death.

Indeed it was time to leave-- Varta, last of the virgin Maidens of Asti, shivered. The scaled and wattled creature who crouched beside her thigh turned his reptilian head so that golden eyes met the aquamarine ones set slantingly at a faintly provocative angle in her smooth ivory face. Once, more than a thousand years before when the walls of Memphir were young, Asti had lived among men below. But in the richness and softness which was trading Memphir, empire of empires, Asti found no place.

So He and those who served Him had withdrawn to this mountain outcrop. And she, Varta, was the last, the very last to bow knee at Asti's shrine and raise her voice in the dawn hymn--for Lur, as were all his race, was mute. Even the loot of Memphir would not sate the shaggy headed warriors who had stormed her gates this day.

The stairway to Asti's Temple was plain enough to see and there would be those to essay the steep climb hoping to find a treasure which did not exist.

For Asti was an austere God, delighting in plain walls and bare altars. His last priest had lain in the grave niches these three years, there would be none to hold that gate against intruders. Varta passed between tall, uncarved pillars, Lur padding beside her, his spine mane erect, the talons on his forefeet clicking on the stone in steady rhythm. So they came into the innermost shrine of Asti and there Varta made graceful obeisance to the great cowled and robed figure which sat enthroned, its hidden eyes focused upon its own outstretched hand.

And above the flattened palm of that wide hand hung suspended in space the round orange-red sun ball which was twin to the sun that lighted Erb. Around the miniature sun swung in their orbits the four worlds of the system, each obeying the laws of space, even as did the planets they represented. She had spoken so seldom during the last lonely months.

Therefore, obeying the order given of old, I would depart from this, Thy house. Suffer me now to fulfill the Law--" Show more. Here readers will find an account of adventures of treasury hunters and space crafts, traveling.

The characters are very bright, well-drawn, and vivid. When reading the book, you will dive into the story and feel like you are in a spaceship yourself traveling from one planet to another, meeting aliens and their civilizations. The book is definitely recommended for readers who like adventures and actions.

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However, just as the first bottle arrived, so did a visitor. Steena came out of her corner, Bat curled around her shoulders stole-wise, his favorite mode of travel. That shook him out of his sulks. Because Steena never chose company when she could be alone. Cliff scowled and bit his lip. He was tough, tough as jet lining—you have to be granite inside and out to struggle up from Venaport to a ship command.

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