Book One of Angel’s Luck
"Desperate Measures was actually the first novel I wrote. Like many of my novels, it was triggered by the intersection of two or more ideas. The first of these was a long-time fascination with the old mystery-thriller plot wherein some hard luck types steal something that has already been stolen by bad guys. The other idea came to me when I was sitting almost comatose from my first viewing of Star Wars. One interesting thought pierced my state of boredom: ‘How do these guys afford these spaceships of theirs?’
"Thus it was born: the space captain who was behind in the payments on his spaceship. With an intergalactic repo man breathing down his neck, he is forced to resrort to… well, desperate measures, and he hooks up with a crew of mercenaries in the hopes of making a score big enough to pay off his ship."
“A hell of a lot of fun… Faust has a better idea of what makes a good story than most… witty slapstick, humor without bringing in jokes and puns, and enough characterization so the story doesn’t degenerate into one gag after another.”
“An elaborate, high-tech version of a standard heist… the tale is brightened by Faust’s wit, evinced in small but welcome doses.”
“You could almost call this Good Old Boy science fiction… Faust does well with caper/space opera.”
ABOUT THIS EXCERPT:
“The chapters in the Angel’s Luck series all vary wildly in length, from a published dozen pages to one sentence. The following is an entire chapter, a brief scene between two minor characters. It’s my favorite in the book because of the brevity, and because of the volumes of unsaid things that are hidden between the lines.”
Excerpted from Desperate Measures by Joe Clifford Faust
Copyright (c) 1989 by Joe Clifford Faust
Reprinted by permission of the author; no part of this excerpt may be reproduced without permission in writing from the author.
Sullivan drove too fast. He couldn’t dodge the potholes and craters on the decaying road, and each time their vehicle hit one it shuddered.
“What’s wrong?” asked Dawn.
“We’re behind. Did you have to take both of them?”
“I had no choice. I was with the first one when his partner showed up and wanted a share.”
He stared blankly at the road and knuckled the wheel.
“You’re jealous, aren’t you?”
Sullivan didn’t answer.
“I told you it was part of this job.”
He remained silent.
She stared at him, open mouthed. “You’re in love with me, aren’t you?”
He winced as the vehicle hit another crater.
“Oh,” she said, “I am so sorry.”