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I Needed Someone to Kill It
“You’re not thinking of trying to get past Herself, are you?” I ask Jim Throat. The big guy laughs. He’s strapping his sword on him like a knight, like you don’t see on the Outside anymore except in pictures and … Continue reading
Blast and Blazes
It wasn’t over. Dyan needed something to end the fight, permanently. She hit the locator switch on her bola holster—one of her bolas was destroyed, but the other should be in the spring. She raised herself to her hands and … Continue reading
Gee Yap!
“Down there.” Jak grabbed her by the back of her head and focused her attention. Dyan and her captors squatted behind a pair of shattered boulders, ankle-deep in their own fragmented offspring, and below them lay a red slope. The … Continue reading
What Would Be the Fun of That?
“You don’t expect me to just give in, do you?” she wheezed, between painful-sounding grunts. “Funny,” Jak said, his voice flat. “That’s just what you seem to expect from me.” “Kill me, then,” Cheela pushed him. “I’ve got a better … Continue reading
It’s Not as Fun as It Looks
Jak slammed the medikit against a boulder. With a hiss, it popped open. “Nobody’s going to die of infection,” he announced, coming up with a tube of topical antibiotic. Cheela closed her eyes and feigned sleep while Jak knelt to … Continue reading
Find Me a Big Rock
“Step away from the tree, Dyan,” Cheela said. She stood squarely downhill from Dyan, her feet planted apart and under her shoulders, her long coat pulled back behind her, her fingers flexing above her belt. “You too, Jaik.” “Jak,” he … Continue reading
Kill or Capture
“What I want to know,” Deek said, bumping into Dyan’s back and clattering to a halt, “is what kind of Mechanical I’ll be. I mean, I accept that I have to be specialized, but if I’m going to do just … Continue reading
My Sister
Not really about my sister.
Which Side?
“I don’t like this place,” Mike grumbled. The big guy shrugged deeper into his cracked leather jacket. Rain drummed gently on the skylight overhead. Water trickled down the cement walls of the room, prickly-cold from the weather. Jim paced the … Continue reading
Way, Way Too Late
Then the first of the dancers exploded. Adrian nearly dropped the Eye fumbling it back into his pocket, and was just in time to see several more explode behind the first. Ribbons and shreds of flesh erupted in all directions … Continue reading
