Hammer of Time (The Reforged Trilogy) Read Online Free PDF

had run Logan Centra through, killing a young cop and creating a bounty hunter in his stead. Six years since Logan had worked with a partner, been a part of the Prian police force. Since he left Jess, the woman he had every intention of marrying.
    With the exception of his marks – all of whom he had quickly turned over to the Alliance military or local police – Logan had been alone for six years. But now everything was so different… Logan raked his fingers through his hair. It was still damp from the shower. A drop of water tickled its way down the back of his neck.
    "I'm all set up. So, um… What exactly am I supposed to be looking for?" Gripper asked.
    Logan looked up into the Arboran's wide face. "Anything strange in the news. Probably violent. Xartasia means to use those Devourers for something and I don't think it's planting a garden. We only need to look back nine weeks."
    "Nine weeks? How come?"
    "That's how long ago Gavriel summoned the Devourers."
    "Oh," Gripper said unhappily. "Right."
    He set to work using the parameters Logan had given him, typing delicately with his huge claws and muttering to himself. Gripper shook the computer a few times as his mainstream link froze.
    "This is going to take a while. That's a lot of data," he said. "There's no search term for strange . Sorry."
    Gripper delivered his apology with a cringe. Like he was afraid of being shot for the delay. Logan's right hand crept down to the Talon-9 on his hip. Without his license, there were many places he could no longer carry the weapon. Logan's jaw clenched so hard that his teeth throbbed.
    "Fine," he said in a tight voice. "Just get the information. Download half of it to a datadex so I can look through it, too."
    Gripper cringed again, misunderstanding Logan's anger. He fumbled a datadex – nearly as claw-scarred as his computer – from a huge, oil-stained pocket and began sending information to it. A tiny indicator light flashed green as the datadex received Gripper's data.
    A waitress in a tight shirt and a very short skirt that showed off a great deal of slim, striped leg veered away from their table when she saw Logan and Gripper. Fine. Logan didn't want anything. Logan drummed impatient illonium fingertips on the table. The thick gray metal clanked loudly.
    The Mirrans built their walls to keep danger out but trapped other, more subtle dangers inside. Mir was a coreworld. Last night, outside Maeve's window on the Blue Phoenix, Logan had seen a sky as full of stars as sand on a beach. On shining silver Axis, they shone brilliantly even in the middle of the day, filling the heavens from horizon to horizon with twinkling silver points. But Hanjirrah's morning sky was a uniform and flatly unattractive yellowish green. The Mirran walls trapped pollutants inside, making the air thick and fetid. It seemed to cling to his skin and made Logan want another shower. Mir was far warmer than his native Prianus, and more stable, less prone to icy storms and tectonic upheaval. But Logan suddenly found that he missed the mountains and black skies of his homeworld with an aching intensity.
    Is this how Maeve… feels? he wondered. Xartasia?
    The waitress in the tiny skirt was whispering nervously to her manager, a Lyran with black and white patchwork fur. His eyes and then muzzle turned toward Logan. The wolfin man nodded shortly to his waitress and started across the patio, ears flat against his narrow skull. Logan stood as he approached, cybernetic hand clenched.
    "Is there a problem here?" he challenged.
    "I hope not," said the Lyran. "But your friend needs to leave."
    "Gripper?" Logan asked, surprised. The Prian was used to being the problem. He looked at the Arboran, who finally lifted his huge nose up out of his work. "Why?"
    "He's frightening my customers," the Lyran told Logan. "I don't know what he is and I don't care, but I want him gone."
    "Oh," said Gripper. His tone was that of a child all too accustomed to being reprimanded for