Cosega Sphere (The Cosega Sequence, #4)

by Brandt Legg

alive,” Taz, a young operative, said to his superior, a man known only as Stellard. As a cool mist rose off the distant Potomac River, the two men quietly considered the implications. “You’re certain?” Stellard asked, eyeing Taz, whom he’d personally selected nearly seven years earlier to lead the search. Seven long years of few leads, countless dead ends, and zero proof that the pair of fugitives they sought, who had officially been declared dead by the US government, were anything but dead. Taz nodded. “Both of them, alive and well.” He traced a finger over the five gold rings on his right hand, imagining a fight. He often jabbed his fists in quick thrusts, as if he had to punch something, or someone. “Then the Eysen . . . it survived, too?” Stellard asked, briskly rubbing his icy hands together. His many layers of clothing offering inadequate protection on the brisk morning, though he was always cold anyway. “There’s no doubt,” Taz replied,

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