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Tales Of The Screaming Eagle
The Legend Of Kilroy
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ISBN-10: 1-77115-181-1
Genre: Science Fiction/Fiction/Adventure
eBook Length: 235 Pages
Published: June 2014

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The Screaming Eagle is a hardscrabble bar at the edge of human colonization. Veterans are welcome, but others can come too if they want. This includes a lost grad student from Earth.

The kid's had a rough time out on the raged frontier; he barely survived a raider attack before stumbling into the bar with a gut full of guilt. Now it's up to the old spacers of the Screaming Eagle to help get the poor kid back on his feet. They better do it quick too, or the guy might not survive what just walked in the door.

Author Raymond O. West had this to say about Tales of The Screaming Eagle:

"While The Screaming Eagle is clearly Sci-Fi, its characters are so thoroughly developed, story line so compelling, dialogue so natural, that it excites all tastes and preferences. Future tales give witness to humanity continuing, while retrospectives speak to the strengths that brought us to great accomplishment. Callahan blends the two so believably that it makes you happy to be a member of the human race, and longing to be part of his story."

Tales Of The Screaming Eagle (Excerpt)


Planet Tarkan, Paradise City, 13 APR 2377

Sender - Jan Pulaski

084715-987465894-q234-9 GST

Receiver - Shaniqua Gordon

12-58u-876 25-24b-043 GSE

My Dearest Shaniqua, I am so sorry

I have made a terrible mistake and will be returning to Earth soon. I am at the starport now but flights off of Tarkan are spotty. Whenever a ship becomes available I will take it, whenever it comes.

My first mistake was leaving the planet's capitol. Paradise City wasn't exotic enough for me. The culture here is like any other spaceport town, so I went out into the deep desert to do my field research. There are tribes of people out there called Wasters, that sounded fascinating to study. I accompanied a mining expedition to go out and meet them. That was a bad idea.

Shaniqua, I don't know how or where to begin. I only got back to Paradise City yesterday evening. I am just so tired. I was attacked. I mean we, the ore-crawler crew and I were attacked. The Wasters have a sub-group of bandit raiders, and there is an almost constant state of war between them and the rest of the colonists. The fighting was not in any of the news blogs. It seems that the violence has been going on for so long that the locals don't pay much attention to it anymore.

In the wastelands however, it is a very different story. As you know, I am no soldier. The only reason I am alive is because a man gave his life for me. Oh God, Shaniqua, I don't even know where he was from, or if there is any family that I should contact to tell how their son died.

As soon as I can get my thoughts together, I will send a tran-sat burst, with my resignation, to your father. He has been kind to me these past few years and taught me a lot. But my knowledge of anthropology is woefully inadequate for the frontier. I thought I was smart. I thought I knew what to do. I was wrong.

I killed a human being, and I never wanted to do that. Again, I am so sorry.

Please forgive me.

I love you, Jan