The Lost
The Lost is due to come off the presses tomorrow, so it will reach Fandemonium probably early next week! As soon as they have the book in hand they will ship to distributors and will open up online orders and ship to individuals -- probably the fastest way to get your books! I'll put the links up here as soon as they're live
( Read more... )
Radek was trying, Ronon thought, but it wasn’t getting him very far. With the target up very close, he was a fair shot for a beginner. At any distance, he’d be more of a danger to them than to the Wraith. He wasn’t shooting any better at a normal distance by the end of the practice session than he had at the beginning, and Ronon had expected at least some small improvement.
The standard-issue pistols kicked but not too badly, not compared to something like Sheppard’s .45, and Ronon had seen tiny women handle bigger weapons and still shoot accurately.
He’d watched the precision with which Radek worked with fragile things, his hands moving surely; he didn’t think he was one of those people who could never make hand and eye work together.
He considered that, and then took the pistol from Radek and drilled a hole neatly into the outer ring at what Sheppard’s people called nine o’clock. “Where did I hit?”
Radek glanced at the target, but didn’t answer. After a moment he smiled without humor, as if he’d been caught out at something.
“You can’t actually see the where the bullet hole is at that distance, can you?” Ronon said.
Reply
Leave a comment