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    Misfits: Adventures in the Liaden Universe®, #15
    Misfits: Adventures in the Liaden Universe®, #15
    Misfits: Adventures in the Liaden Universe®, #15
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    Misfits: Adventures in the Liaden Universe®, #15

    By Sharon Lee and Steve Miller

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    Before Miri Robertson met Val Con yos'Phelium she was an acclaimed mercenary soldier. Before she was an acclaimed mercenary soldier with the Gyrfalks, she was "Redhead," a young recruit in Lizardi's Lunatics. On Klamath it was Miri's job to carry Lizardi's Lunatics' special meteorological and comm equipment. That was her duty.

    Meanwhile, there was a weatherman, a Liaden, known as Ichliad Brunner. A weatherman's job is to observe and predict, and having someone on the surface of a strange and war-torn world could bring special insight to the process of weather, while he watched from an orbiting space station. That was his duty.

    Then the war took a turn no one expected, and duty took on special meanings for both of them, meanings they'd carry for the rest of their lives -- if they survived!



    ". . .I loved the action, the conflict of cultures, the characters, the romance. But best of all, and what makes each story enduringly special to me, is the strong sense of honor that impels the actions of the main characters and is often the basis of the conflicts among them. The Liaden world is an admirable world. Bravo!" -- Mary Balogh, author of The Secret Pearl


    ". . .the authors' craftsmanship is top-notch, recalling the work of Elizabeth Moon and Lois McMaster Bujold. . ." -- Publishers Weekly

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPinbeam Books
    Release dateJul 31, 2016
    ISBN9781935224181
    Misfits: Adventures in the Liaden Universe®, #15
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    Sharon Lee

    Sharon Lee has worked with children of various ages and backgrounds, including a preschool, a local city youth bureau, and both junior and senior high youth groups. She has a bachelor’s degree in sociology and also in psychology. Sharon cares about people and wildlife. She has been an advocate in the fight against human trafficking and a help to stray and feral animals in need.

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    • 4/5
      This short story gives some backstory for Miri Robertson (a major character in some of the other Liaden novels) from the viewpoint of a weatherman orbiting Klamath during a pivotal event, and then some closure (or Balance if you will) for the weatherman. Like the other chapbooks it's interesting for a reader of the series and may or may not stand alone for a newcomer.

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    Misfits - Sharon Lee

    MISFITS

    Day 55, Standard Year 1393

    Solcintra, Liad

    It was a pellucid, temperate morning. The humidity levels were just a point lower than the theoretical perfect comfort zone; the sky was an arcing blue-green bowl marred by neither cloud nor threat of rain. It was, in fact, a fine day for gardening.

    As were so many days on Liad.

    The gardener was early at his work, having risen betimes from restless, unsettling dreams, and knowing from long experience that laboring in the clan's inner gardens was a potent cure for restlessness. Granted, the work no longer exhausted him to the point of dreamlessness, for which he had only himself to thank. Nine standards gone, the inner gardens had been a jungle of neglect and ill-considered plantings. Now...he flattered himself that it was an oasis, a place of peace and beauty to soothe the spirit and calm the emotions.

    To create such a place, that was certainly valuable, he thought as he turned from the portable weather station he had mounted on the garden wall—certainly such a place was of value to the clan.

    As he was not, nor ever had been.

    An embarrassment to the clan—oh, yes. Many times over; the transgression which had made him gardener under what Terrans so quaintly styled house arrest, merely the last in the series of embarrassments that had begun with his birth and naming.

    That he was also the instrument of the clan's continued financial comfort—well, that was an embarrassment, too.

    He took up his hoe and walked to the bottom of the garden, where the pesselberries wanted his attention. A small flock of foraging redbirds flew as far as the garden wall, complaints loud and urgent. One, braver than the rest, held position until the gardener was nearly upon him, and then joined his crew. Within moments their song was back to the constant low twitter he'd become accustomed to.

    It was hardly his fault that Clan Lysta had once been on the verge of financial ruin, or that a mad Terran had wanted a ship. Not any ship, but a good ship, a Liaden-built ship, with up-to-date cans and mount points and drives, and—Korval's ships then as now being pre-bought a dozen or more years in advance—his only choice was to buy from Cochel lo'Vanna, whose clan refused to sell to any but a member of a registered clan.

    The madman—one Thrugood Brunner—was not without resources. He set himself to become a member of a registered clan. He had—perhaps by chance, perhaps by reasoned searching—located Lysta, teetering on the edge of dissolution. He met with the desperate delm, an agreement was reached to publish a new Line; a contract was written, money changed hands—hey, presto! as some Terrans would have it—Lysta was saved. And Thrugood Brunner got his ship, which he soon boarded, never to return to planet or clanhouse.

    But the contract. The contract had established a trust, a certain percentage of which was to be paid into the clan's operating fund every Standard for precisely as long as Line Brunner flourished in the care of Clan Lysta. This to be proven by the existence, in each generation, of a child bearing the surname Brunner and a personal name from the original Brunner's family history, a list of those names being appended to the contract.

    The clan, no longer in debt, found the contract, but not the portion, to be—awkward. By the delm's word, the generational Brunners lived quietly retired, calling no attention to themselves, or to the clan which nurtured them.

    Until recently, that was.

    Ichliad! A glad, childish voice interrupted these ruminations.

    He looked up and smiled as Verena rushed down the path, trailed, as ever, by orange Charzi, tail high and whiskers a-quiver.

    Why are you all the way down here? the child asked, depositing herself with abandon on the brick walk. The cat came and stood on her knee, then wandered off, as it was wont to do, to explore what new smells might have developed over night. The birds quieted somewhat, but still muttered among the branches.

    The pesselberries must have their soil aerated, or they will not bear, he answered.

    That would be a good thing, surely? she asked. Verena was not fond of pesselberries.

    Not all of us share your distaste for fresh fruits, he commented, wielding his hoe with a will.

    Not all fresh fruits, she objected. Ichliad, let us make a pact! You may have all of my pesselberries, and I will have all of your kelchin fruit.

    He shook his head, a Terran habit he had not been able to break. You know quite well that kelchin fruit are nuts, he said. He gave her a glance. And so do I.

    She sighed, and squinted up at the sky. What will the weather be today?

    Clear and calm and placid, he answered, hoeing. The weather on Liad is always placid.

    Always?

    Excepting the occasional tempest along the coasts, yes. We are fortunate in the weather on our homeworld. Others are not nearly so tame.

    Charzi appeared out of the bushes then and Verena was obliged to express her admiration of his beauty and prowess for the next few minutes. Ichliad plied his hoe, the rhythm of the work lulling him into a state almost of sleep—and was roused by the child.

    Ichliad, she asked, will you go back to being a weatherman, when the delm is through punishing you?

    Go back to being a weatherman? he thought, and shook his head once more.

    Child, I have never stopped being a weatherman.

    And you're a good one, too! she said stoutly. You're never wrong about—

    Suddenly, unprecedented in this protected place—a down burst of hot, parched wind. The birds went silent. Beneath his feet, the ground shivered.

    Go! He threw down his hoe, grabbed the child under her arms and yanked her to her feet. Run! Into the house!

    Charzi! she objected and he pushed her, not gently, another blast of wind buffeting them, and a rumble building.

    I'll bring the cat! Go—now!

    She looked up into his face—and ran.

    * * *

    The news was everywhere, driving even his delm's treasured melant'i plays off the house screens. Clan Korval had struck against the homeworld, opening a hole in the center of Solcintra itself. Ichliad stayed a short time among his horrified kin, then escaped upstairs to his rooms, where his private screen told the same tale over.

    He listened with half an ear to the explanations, the recorded warnings, the speculations as he paced the length and breadth of his quarters, his fingers twisted together as he debated with himself.

    He was an authority—an expert. Unlike most of the meteorologists who studied and graphed the subtle, agreeable weather of the homeworld, he had seen, he had studied—he understood—what would happen next. The winds would carry debris and potentially deadly particles, raining them down on others, so distant from the catastrophe that they would not think of their danger.

    They must, he whispered, be warned.

    And by whom? The Scouts? Well, yes. But the Scouts were stretched thin, as

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