Publisher's Synopsis
The Callisto-bound Leo neededa cook. What it got was a piping-voicedJonah who jinxed it straight into Chaos.We picked up our new cook on Phobos. Not Phoebus or Phoebe; I mean Phobos, Mars' inner moon. Our regular victual mangler came down with acute indigestion-tasted some of his own cooking, no doubt-when we were just one blast of a jet-tube out of Sand City spaceport. But since we were rocketing under sealed orders, we couldn't turn back.
