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Summary

No Shield From The Dead by Gordon R. Dickson - No conceivable force could penetrate Terri's shield. Yet he was defenseless. 
It was a nice little party, but a bit obvious. Terri Mac saw through it before he had taken half a dozen steps into the apartment. A light flush staining his high cheek-bones. "This is ridiculous," he said. 
The light chatter ceased. Cocktail glasses were set down on various handy tables and ledges; and all faces in the room turned toward a man in his late fifties who sat propped up invalid-wise on pillows in a chair in a corner of the room. 
"The Comptroller is perspicacious," said the old man, agreeably, waving one hand in a casual manner. "On your way, children." 
And the people present smiled and nodded. Quite as if it were an ordinary leave-taking, they pushed past Terri Mac and filed out the door. Even the blonde, Terri had picked up at the embassy ball and who had brought him here, strolled off casually, but in a decidedly less drunken fashion than she had exhibited earlier in the evening. 
"Sit down," said the old man. Terri Mac did so, gazing searchingly at the skinny frame and white eyebrows in an unsuccessful effort to connect him with something in memory. "This is ridiculous," he repeated.

Duration: 19 minutes (00:19:10)
Publishing date: 2023-10-02; Unabridged; Copyright Year: — Copyright Statment: —

• Science Fiction & Fantasy
• Young Readers
• Contemporary Fiction