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464 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published March 1, 1992
Fairy-tale palace with great big horror-movie teeth. Glad we're invited. I'd hate to crash this party.
Tisianne had always preferred comfort over principle. Until that last wild gesture, Zabb corrected himself. He had plucked small memories of Earth from her mind, and most were either sad or terrifying. No, fifty years in the mud had taught Tis to suffer.
She spoke English. Jay knew it was unconscious. Knew it would drive her crazy if she knew.
'Are you a good lover?'
'The best.'
'All men say that,' Tis said dismissively. 'I even said it.'
Their souls rubbed sandpaper raw against each other.
'Will you capture him?'
They stared at each other. Softly Zabb said, 'I renew my offer.'
'I repeat my refusal. And offer this as surety - give me what I want, and I will leave. Never return. Please, Zabb, let me go home.'
He touched her cheek with a forefinger. 'I promise I will capture him for you.'
Roxalana just looked at them for a long, long time. Then she stood and said, 'Sometime I hate us because nothing and no one is precious to us.'
'The House, vindi,' Zabb said softly. There is always the House.'
'Demons take the House! It's made up of individuals, but we always forget that. Well, kill him if you must.' And she walked to the far wall.
They were almost back to Takis before Mark spoke. 'Today, for the first time in all the years I've known you, you really felt like a Takisian to me.'