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The Philosophical Strangler
Table of Contents
Prologue.
PART I: THESIS
Chapter 2.
Chapter 3.
Chapter 4.
Chapter 5.
PART TWO: ANTITHESIS
Chapter 7.
Chapter 8.
Chapter 9.
Chapter 10.
Chapter 11.
Chapter 12.
Chapter 13.
Chapter 14.
Chapter 15.
Chapter 16.
Chapter 17.
Chapter 18.
Chapter 19.
Chapter 20.
Chapter 21.
PART III: SYNTHESIS
Chapter 23.
Chapter 24.
Chapter 25.
Chapter 26.
Chapter 27.
Chapter 28.
Chapter 29.
Chapter 30.
Chapter 31.
Chapter 32.
The Philosophical Strangler
Page 1
Eric Flint
This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any
resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.
Copyright (c) 2001 by Eric Flint
All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form.
A shorter version of "The Prologue" was published (c) 1993 as "Entropy and the Strangler" in
L. Ron
Hubbard Presents Writers of the Future, Volume IX.
A Baen Books Original
Baen Publishing Enterprises
P.O. Box 1403
Riverdale, NY 10471
www.baen.com
ISBN: 0-671-31986-8
Cover art by Stephen Hickman
Map by Richard Roach
First printing, May 2001
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Flint, Eric.
The philosophical strangler / by Eric Flint.
p. cm.
ISBN 0-671-31986-8
Page 2
1. Assassins—Fiction. I. Title
PS3556.L548 P48 2001
813'.54—dc21 00-066733
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New York, NY 10020
Production by Windhaven Press, Auburn, NH
Printed in the United States of America
To David and Fred and Richard;
To Joanie, who fed us beer and spaghetti;
To Steve, on his couch;
And to the memory of Jerry O'Connell
Baen Books by Eric Flint
Mother of Demons
1632
Rats, Bats, and Vats
(with Dave Freer)
The Philosophical Strangler
The Belisarius series, with David Drake:
Page 3
An Oblique Approach
In the Heart of Darkness
Destiny's Shield
Fortune's Stroke
The Tide of Victory
(forthcoming)
The Federation of the Hub series,
by James H. Schmitz, edited by Eric Flint:
Telzey Amberdon
T'nT: Telzey & Trigger
Trigger & Friends
The Hub: Dangerous Territory
Prologue.
Entropy, and the Strangler
Page 4
"To the contrary," demurred Greyboar, toying with his mug,
"the secret lies entirely in the fingerwork."
But the bravo wouldn't have it. " 'Tis rather in the main force!" he bellowed, and fell upon the strangler.
The table splintered, the mugs went flying in a cloud of ale froth.
Needless to say, I scrambled aside. Like being a chipmunk caught between two bull moose, don't you
know? Besides, there's no profit in this sort of thing.
Safe at a distance, I stuck my head between two cheering onlookers and saw that my client was in his
assailant's grasp. The lout's great biceps, triceps, deltoids, pectoids and whatnot bulged and rippled as he
worked at Greyboar's throat. Couldn't find it, of course.
They're a low lot, these tavern rowdies, not given to temperate debate.
Stupid, to boot. What I mean is, the outcome was never in doubt. "Professional fingerwork," as
Greyboar calls it, is simply beyond the ken of hurlyburlies who lounge about the alehouses, until they
encounter it firsthand.
For this particular clown, personal experience had now arrived. Casually, Greyboar sank his hands into
his opponent's belly, kneading and squeezing. It must be like eating ten cucumbers at once. An
astonished grimace came over the goon's face.
"Fouled our breeches, have we?" chuckled the chokester. A good lad, Greyboar, but his humor runs in a
low vein.
Page 5
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The Philosophical Strangler
Table of Contents
Prologue.
PART I: THESIS
Chapter 2.
Chapter 3.
Chapter 4.
Chapter 5.
PART TWO: ANTITHESIS
Chapter 7.
Chapter 8.
Chapter 9.
Chapter 10.
Chapter 11.
Chapter 12.
Chapter 13.
Chapter 14.
Chapter 15.
Chapter 16.
Chapter 17.
Chapter 18.
Chapter 19.
Chapter 20.
Chapter 21.
PART III: SYNTHESIS
Chapter 23.
Chapter 24.
Chapter 25.
Chapter 26.
Chapter 27.
Chapter 28.
Chapter 29.
Chapter 30.
Chapter 31.
Chapter 32.
The Philosophical Strangler
Page 1
Eric Flint
This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any
resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.
Copyright (c) 2001 by Eric Flint
All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form.
A shorter version of "The Prologue" was published (c) 1993 as "Entropy and the Strangler" in
L. Ron
Hubbard Presents Writers of the Future, Volume IX.
A Baen Books Original
Baen Publishing Enterprises
P.O. Box 1403
Riverdale, NY 10471
www.baen.com
ISBN: 0-671-31986-8
Cover art by Stephen Hickman
Map by Richard Roach
First printing, May 2001
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Flint, Eric.
The philosophical strangler / by Eric Flint.
p. cm.
ISBN 0-671-31986-8
Page 2
1. Assassins—Fiction. I. Title
PS3556.L548 P48 2001
813'.54—dc21 00-066733
Distributed by Simon & Schuster
1230 Avenue of the Americas
New York, NY 10020
Production by Windhaven Press, Auburn, NH
Printed in the United States of America
To David and Fred and Richard;
To Joanie, who fed us beer and spaghetti;
To Steve, on his couch;
And to the memory of Jerry O'Connell
Baen Books by Eric Flint
Mother of Demons
1632
Rats, Bats, and Vats
(with Dave Freer)
The Philosophical Strangler
The Belisarius series, with David Drake:
Page 3
An Oblique Approach
In the Heart of Darkness
Destiny's Shield
Fortune's Stroke
The Tide of Victory
(forthcoming)
The Federation of the Hub series,
by James H. Schmitz, edited by Eric Flint:
Telzey Amberdon
T'nT: Telzey & Trigger
Trigger & Friends
The Hub: Dangerous Territory
Prologue.
Entropy, and the Strangler
Page 4
"To the contrary," demurred Greyboar, toying with his mug,
"the secret lies entirely in the fingerwork."
But the bravo wouldn't have it. " 'Tis rather in the main force!" he bellowed, and fell upon the strangler.
The table splintered, the mugs went flying in a cloud of ale froth.
Needless to say, I scrambled aside. Like being a chipmunk caught between two bull moose, don't you
know? Besides, there's no profit in this sort of thing.
Safe at a distance, I stuck my head between two cheering onlookers and saw that my client was in his
assailant's grasp. The lout's great biceps, triceps, deltoids, pectoids and whatnot bulged and rippled as he
worked at Greyboar's throat. Couldn't find it, of course.
They're a low lot, these tavern rowdies, not given to temperate debate.
Stupid, to boot. What I mean is, the outcome was never in doubt. "Professional fingerwork," as
Greyboar calls it, is simply beyond the ken of hurlyburlies who lounge about the alehouses, until they
encounter it firsthand.
For this particular clown, personal experience had now arrived. Casually, Greyboar sank his hands into
his opponent's belly, kneading and squeezing. It must be like eating ten cucumbers at once. An
astonished grimace came over the goon's face.
"Fouled our breeches, have we?" chuckled the chokester. A good lad, Greyboar, but his humor runs in a
low vein.
Page 5
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