Cryoburn (Vorkosigan Saga)

Cryoburn (Vorkosigan Saga)

Lois McMaster Bujold

Language: English

Pages: 448

ISBN: 1451637500

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


A New York Times hardcover bestseller, this is the long-awaited NEW installment in the hugely-popular, award-winning science fiction adventure series. Miles Vorkosigan, troubleshooter for the Barrayaran Galactic Empire, takes on the corrupt and dangerous ruling elite of a world where immortality is a commodity to be bought, sold and bartered for power.

Kibou-daini is a planet obsessed with cheating death. All well and good, so long as they kept to themselves.  But now the Kibou-daini are attempting to franchise out their Fountain of Youth wares to the rest of the galaxy and the Barrayar  Galactic Empire is none too pleased with the implications. 

Cue Miles Vorkosigan, malformed royal troublemaker—but also heir and savior of empire. On Kibou-daini, Miles unearths a war of generations as the oldsters in charge refuse to die and their descendants threaten outright patricide, matricide and maybe even genocide—the prize being a big fat slice of the immortality pie.  Bribery, corruption, conspiracy, kidnapping–something is rotten on Kibou-daini, and Miles is up to his neck in trouble and adventure once more.

About Cryoburn:
“Fans have been clamoring for Hugo winner Bujold to pen a new Vorkosigan Saga novel. . . her deft and absorbing writing easily corrals the complex plot.”—Publishers Weekly

About Lois McMaster Bujold’s Vorkosigan Saga:
“Bujold mixes quirky humor with action [and] superb character development…[E]normously satisfying.”—Publishers Weekly.

“One of sf’s outstanding talents . . . an outstanding series.”—Booklist

“. . . an intelligent, well-crafted and thoroughly satisfying blend of adventure, sociopolitical commentary, scientific experiments, and occasional perils . . . with that extra spicing of romance. . . .”—Locus

About Vorkosigan series entry Diplomatic Immunity:
“Bujold is adept at world-building and provides a witty, character-centered plot, full of exquisite grace notes. . . fans will be thoroughly gripped and likely to finish the book in a single sitting.”—Publishers Weekly

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Happenstance Found (The Books of Umber, Book 1)

Ramage at Trafalgar (Lord Ramage, Book 16)

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literalism, yet he found himself oddly reluctant to lie outright to this man. "It's more complicated than that." "Yah, it always is.' "Can you show me what I might be getting into? If I stayed here, that is?" The hairy eyebrows jerked up. "You've nothing to worry about with my work. Come on, and you'll see." Tenbury led through his shop, which seemed half-engineeering-half-medical. Dismantled freezer parts lay strewn across a workbench. "I keep a portion of the chambers usable by

said there were thousands of wolf spider species back on old Earth, but the Kibou terraformers, stingily, had only imported half a dozen or so for their new ecosystem. But with no comlink here, he couldn't look up his new pet's real scientific name. He hoped it would turn out to be something as sophisticated as the spider herself. "You could call her Spinner. Except you said she doesn't spin. Wolfie?" "Sounds like a boy's name," Jin objected. "It ought to be a lady's name, to fit her. Something

Kibou's closest nexus trading partner, by a shortish multi-jump route. Farther worlds didn't much come up till galactic history in high school, except for Earth. Jin had studied a lot about Earth on his own, because of the zoology. Now, if only some benefactor would come along and offer to take Jin to Earth . . .  Although come to think, Barrayar as Miles-san had described it might be almost as good, with its double biota. A sudden picture bloomed in Jin's mind of the odd little fellow living

stake in the future success of their operations. I expect the two sales teams didn't compare hit lists, nor realize that some wealthy old ladies are retired Komarran traders who can read a balance sheet to a gnat's eyebrow. "And one of those little old ladies looked at the two proposals before her and said, ‘This smells, but I don't see how,' so she took it to her beloved great-niece, who said, ‘You're right, Auntie, this smells, but I don't see how,' who took the problem in turn to her devoted

silent figure decently draped, to remove the useless tangle of technology from about her, tubes and electrodes and the strange cap. Miles smoothed the short black hair back over the ears. Its slickness rendered the middle-aged female face sophisticated yet skull-like, and Miles wondered how the children's mother had worn her hair. Weird little things like that could matter all out of proportion. A swift and useless tidying-up, this. Over, let it be over. Miles went to the door and held it wide.

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