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Oh no. She took that literally. "Relax, Melek, relax," Suleiman said, unable to help a guilty laugh or two. "Gan's a good guy. He wouldn't do that. Not to you, at least." And at this assurance she did become less stiff and fragile-looking. "Dogan does seem nice, from what I have heard of him."...

Suleiman had worked up a little sweat. His friend, Turgut, had given him a hell of a run in that last round. Damn. But what did he expect? Turgut was a powerhouse, and he stood a whole head taller than Suleiman himself. Maybe he ought to have went for a jog instead of a run, so to speak. Save...

THE WAR COLLEGE LIBRARY How did it all go so wrong? Suleiman lay with his back bent on the edge of a table that had toppled over onto its side during the scuffle, half standing and half in the halted process of falling over to the ground. He lay there dazed, staring up at the ceiling, but not...