Lucy Hawking

PrologueC minus seven minutes and thirty seconds,' said arobotic voice. 'Orhiter access arm retracted.'George gulped and shifted his bottom in the Commander's seat on the space shuttle. This, finally, was it. There was no getting off the spaceship now. In just a few short minutes - minutes that...

Prologue It was the final insult. Not only had the mineral water contained too much calcium, the stretch limo l)een too short, the hotel suite an unacceptable colour, the entourage too small, the country too poor and dusty and the mosques too loud. Now the world's most beautiful woman, a...