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The Toad King:

A Soldier’s Story


Ward Best

Smashwords Edition

Copyright (C) 2011

All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or used in any form or by any means - graphic, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying or information storage and retrieval systems - without the express written consent of the author. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Except for the aliens, for whom I have release forms on file.

Originally published by The Nafziger Collection, Inc.

PO Box 1522, West Chester, OH 45069-1522

I want to thank Ken Morgan and Vince Jorgensen for their assistance in the writing of this book.

And my wife . . . I need not say more.


Major John Elliott ran like a hunted man. His lungs stung as he sucked at the cold winter air. He stumbled over a root, caught his balance, and ran on. After a few more yards, John stopped and looked back down the trail. It was hard to see. The boughs of dormant trees filtered most of the full moon, marking the new fallen snow with a crisscross of dark shadows. There was no sign of his pursuers, but even so, he could feel their presence. He ran on.

John was confused and had no idea why anyone would be after him. He was just a supply officer, right? Nothing extraordinary, nothing special, or nothing secret. Secret? He sucked at the cold night air. It had to be the interrogation vault under the warehouse of spare parts that John had managed. He was not supposed to know about it. He had found it by accident. The as-built drawings never should have been sent to him. He had been debriefed for hours and in the end had been sworn to silence.

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