Not asleep yet. Here's one more paragraph of teaser; names changed to avoid spoilers. :-)
Sarita ran. She had started out walking, her steps slow but steady. Walking away from the exploded ship that had been her marriage. It hadn't been spaceworthy in a long time, leaking air, on the verge of decompression. But she had held on, slapping patches up as fast as she could, holding the ship together with wire and prayers and sheer, dogged determination -- no one could ever accuse her of lacking willpower. She had committed to this marriage, and she had been determined to see it through. Until Roshan had come home stinking of another woman, and blown a hole right through the heart of it.
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Demimonde
