It
was too late. The person they had left behind in the corridors
was doomed. Even if she could stop the airlock doors in time,
they had no strength — no strength left and no air. They
could not go out and rescue their fallen comrade. Their only chance
to survive was to let the door close and let their partner die.
Half-sitting,
half-lying on the floor in Cago's arms, Hilbrane stared at the
airlock doors as they came together. Locked, and sealed. Now it
really was too late. She had no air with which to weep; she could
only stare in mute misery. Somebody was on the other side of that
door. Somebody had watched it close and seal, and seal their death
penalty with it.
Somebody..
"Matthews
may just have topped herself with the far-reaching space adventure
of COLONY FLEET... [The book] moves from fear to panic to numb
horror in a flawless display of building suspense that should
stand as an example to readers and writers of every category
of fiction."
—
Lisa DuMond, SF Site, MEviews.com
