The Sea Witch

The Sea Witch

Stephen Coonts

Language: English

Pages: 256

ISBN: 0765332310

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

The Sea Witch

Stephen Coonts

Language: English

Pages: 256

ISBN: 0765332310

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Stephen Coonts weaves three unforgettable tales of men and women at war, with the sort of dramatic military action and undercover technology for which he is known. Included in this collection are:

The Sea Witch…

When young Dauntless dive-bomber pilot is sacked for reckless behavior, he's reassigned to a Black Cat squadron as the co-pilot of a giant Catalina seaplane, The Sea Witch. He's thrown into a whole new world, where a Catalina carries five tons of bombs, a half-dozen machine guns, and a crew that walks a fine line between valor and a death wish.

A daring night bombing mission against Rabaul forces the crew of The Sea Witch to band together as never before. Each man will soon find out what he's made of..and not everyone will make it back alive.

The 17th Day…

Seventeen days…the average life expectancy of a British Aviator during WWI.

Last three weeks, and you were practically a veteran.

Paul Hyde dropped out of college to join the Royal Flying Corps, looking for a grand adventure. And grand it was, or so he assured himself when planes were crashing all around him.

Today is his seventeeth day. Will be he be able to beat the odds?

Al Jihad…

Charles Dean is retired from the military, determined to be done with that part of his life. But when Julie Girard, the daughter of his old commander, seeks him out, he can't say no to a simple lunch.

What she has in mind isn't quite so simple.

She wants Dean to help her kill the terrorists who murdered her parents. She offers him three million dollars and the chance to avenge his commander's death.

But all is not as it seems, and before long Dean and Girard must use all their skills just to stay alive...

This novella collection gathers these three evocative tales from New York Times bestselling author Stephen Coontsinto one cohesive volume. Here is Coonts doing what he does best--writing about men and women at war.

The Ape Man's Brother

Analog Science Fiction and Fact (January/February 2013)

Breakfast at Tiffany's

Grimoire of the Lamb (Prequel to The Iron Druid Chronicles)

The Pathseeker (The Contemporary Art of the Novella)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

wings. One by one the lights disappeared—I think our gunners got two of them—and, mercifully, we exited the flak. The port engine was missing, I was standing on the rudder trying to keep the nose straight, and Modahl was bleeding to death. He coughed black blood up his throat. Thank God he was off the controls! Blood ran down his chest. He reached for me, then went limp. Three hundred feet, slowing … at least we were out of the flak. The gyro was smashed, the compass frozen: The glass was

Pottinger, Hoffman, and I went exploring. Fortunately, my head wasn’t bleeding, and the headache was just that, a headache. We had solid land—okay, sand—under our feet, and we had a chance. Not much of one, but a chance. I was still wearing a pistol, and all of us had knives. We were also hungry enough to eat a shoe. We worked our way east along the beach, taking our time. As we walked we discussed the situation. Hoffman was for going out to the plane and trying to salvage a survival kit;

lived through that, the seventeenth day was history. He had beaten the odds. Tomorrow he could worry about tomorrow. Filthy Huns. This next little go was going to be bad. The S.E.’s were going to be ducks in the shooting gallery. He would live or he wouldn’t. That was the truth of it. He remembered his family, his parents and his sister. As he puffed on the cigarette he recalled how they looked, what they said the last time he saw them. His hands were still trembling. *   *   * Nigel Cook

retorted. Of course there was no reason that I should have heard of the place—I was grasping at straws. I didn’t like anything about this tale. She was holding her purse loosely by the strap, so I grabbed it out of her hand. Her eyes narrowed; she thought about slapping me—actually shifted her weight to do it—then decided against it. There was a small, round, poured-concrete picnic table there beside the Burger King for mothers to sit at while watching their kids play on the gym equipment, so I

copyright � 2003 by Stephen Coonts The 17th Day copyright � 1999 by Stephen Coonts Al-Jihad copyright � 2001 by Stephen Coonts All rights reserved. A Forge Book Published by Tom Doherty Associates, LLC 175 Fifth Avenue New York, NY 10010 www.tor-forge.com Forge® is a registered trademark of Tom Doherty Associates, LLC. Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Coonts, Stephen, 1946– The sea witch / Stephen Coonts. — 1st ed. p. cm. “A Tom Doherty Associates book.” ISBN

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