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Feeling troubled, Von sought out the Novice Dorm where he expected a jolly reception since he was always in demand as a storyteller. Instead, he was greeted by the sight of six-year-old Chester staring, perplexed, at a knot of girls … Continue reading
Section 12: Di Mon Visits Eva Eva pulled Von close, and then eased off, crinkling her nose. “Vanilla again,” she said disapprovingly. “Is Liege H’Us giving you Demoran perfume?” “It is just the way I smell, all right?” he told … Continue reading
Chapter 2: Day in a Courtesan’s Life Von shot upright out of a perfect landing and dropped his dancer’s sword, crying, “Eva!” His den mother was bent over, rubbing the heel of her hand into a leg cramp. “It’s nothing,” … Continue reading
When the data stream from Ranar’s mission box finally came on the visuals were murky. Echo location schematics sketched a large room full of bolted-down furniture. English translation capacity had survived in an idiot-savant function of the box, but the … Continue reading
Thomas hailed Ann on the radio as soon as they stabilized in normal space. “Are we sane?” he asked. “I am,” she told him curtly. “How’s your passenger, Ranar?” “Out cold!” Thomas sounded merry about it. “Our boy genius doesn’t … Continue reading
Ann’s rel-ship was a blunt-nosed exploration vessel known as a scout, with a built-in cocoon affectionately known to pilots as the slug, a device that distributed G forces under acceleration and boasted built-in life support. She had to take her … Continue reading