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.The.the reflex in me is triggered bythe.the scent of my woman when she is with desire and then we dance the two-backed dance.Yourflesh is smooth, the texture is wrong, I smelled your desire, but the smell is wrong.Do you understand? She sighed. Yes. Running her hands through her hair, she shook off some of the lingering dullnessfrom her too heavy sleep. I m starting to get hungry. Tiplyexne stepped from the shadow onto the brighter gloom of the path, relief flooding from him. Together they began walking back toward the settlement. How s the Director doing? He stalks about the camp like a bull weywuks, demanding honor over and over. Tipylexne snorted,mouth pulled into a contemptuous grimace. An empty man.Two fingerlings mocked him until Tatto, mybrother, cuffed them to obedience.He pretended not to notice. He s no fool. A man without honor. And so all the more dangerous. She felt his shoulders move as his almost soundless laugh whispered past her ear. You know theweheyq? The strangler vine that grows as you watch? I nearly fell in a patch of it a few days ago but your sonwarned me in time. She could feel Tipylexne s sudden burst of pride and smiled to herself as he went on. Inkatay sang a loop around his guest house and Tatto fed it some squirrels pretending loudly to paygreat honor to our guest.I don t think he ll go walking about in the dark. She laughed but shook her head, forgetting that the blackness under the trees combined with thecludair s less efficient eyes to make the gesture invisible. The armlings who guard him have very respectfully. Amusement rippled into his voice. Veryrespectfully exhibited a number of interesting trophies, boasting their delight in their skill as hunters.Therewas a tree cat s teeth and claws Old Grandaddy, that my father s father and his three brothers nettedlate on one hard winter.And the fire snake s skin with fangs intact that you saw hung as spirit guard tothe rafters of the longhouse. Aleytys chuckled. Gave me nightmares for a week. They might have exaggerated the dangers out under the trees a trifle. Once again she heard hisbreathy laughter. A common trait of newly blooded males. Good.But that s not what I meant. He reached out and touched her cheek, striving to read what he couldn t see. What is it? How far do you think you can trust that snake once he s out of the forest? Tipylexne was silent a moment.She could feel him trying to puzzle out exactly what she was saying. You think he won t keep his word? He sounded and felt increasingly unhappy. Only if it s to his advantage.You said ft yourself.He s an empty man.A promise he makes is goodonly as long as you can force him to honor it. I ll have to think about that. Ahead, the center fire cast feeble red gleams into the dark. The council meets tomorrow? Yes.Fire sister. It wouldn t be a good idea for me to be there. Qilasc was to talk with you about this, but. His shoulders moved past hers as he shrugged, thesilky hah- tickling her skin and rewakening a pale echo of her need.She moved a little to one side so hedidn t touch her. It would be a kindness if you would not be there, he said quickly. With my long nose out of cludair business. He made an apologetic choking sound in his throat. We are.we are very grateful for your help,fire sister. But I smell wrong and I disturb your peace. Would you have me lie? No. She sighed, then patted his arm lightly. Don t disturb yourself, my friend.I m not offended. They walked slowly into the clearing, talking quietly as they moved toward Tipylexne s family tree, acomfortable space separating the two bodies, conflict and embarrassment sunk under a quiet friendliness. Chapter XVIAleytys moaned in her sleep and rolled onto her stomach, snakes hissing and coiling around her withmottled scales glistening damply, great red triangular heads darting at her, retreating, darting again.Sheshuddered, her body hot and tight in the grip of the nightmare.A tree cat howled somewhere in the distance.The noise jerked her free from the disturbing images.She elbowed over onto her back and lay panting and shaking on the rush matting.She scrubbed her hands across her face, then sat up, gasping as her head throbbed with a dull heavypain.Her skin was sticky-slick with sweat, the tunic clinging to her body, twisted around her tight enoughto waken a rush of claustrophobia [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.The.the reflex in me is triggered bythe.the scent of my woman when she is with desire and then we dance the two-backed dance.Yourflesh is smooth, the texture is wrong, I smelled your desire, but the smell is wrong.Do you understand? She sighed. Yes. Running her hands through her hair, she shook off some of the lingering dullnessfrom her too heavy sleep. I m starting to get hungry. Tiplyexne stepped from the shadow onto the brighter gloom of the path, relief flooding from him. Together they began walking back toward the settlement. How s the Director doing? He stalks about the camp like a bull weywuks, demanding honor over and over. Tipylexne snorted,mouth pulled into a contemptuous grimace. An empty man.Two fingerlings mocked him until Tatto, mybrother, cuffed them to obedience.He pretended not to notice. He s no fool. A man without honor. And so all the more dangerous. She felt his shoulders move as his almost soundless laugh whispered past her ear. You know theweheyq? The strangler vine that grows as you watch? I nearly fell in a patch of it a few days ago but your sonwarned me in time. She could feel Tipylexne s sudden burst of pride and smiled to herself as he went on. Inkatay sang a loop around his guest house and Tatto fed it some squirrels pretending loudly to paygreat honor to our guest.I don t think he ll go walking about in the dark. She laughed but shook her head, forgetting that the blackness under the trees combined with thecludair s less efficient eyes to make the gesture invisible. The armlings who guard him have very respectfully. Amusement rippled into his voice. Veryrespectfully exhibited a number of interesting trophies, boasting their delight in their skill as hunters.Therewas a tree cat s teeth and claws Old Grandaddy, that my father s father and his three brothers nettedlate on one hard winter.And the fire snake s skin with fangs intact that you saw hung as spirit guard tothe rafters of the longhouse. Aleytys chuckled. Gave me nightmares for a week. They might have exaggerated the dangers out under the trees a trifle. Once again she heard hisbreathy laughter. A common trait of newly blooded males. Good.But that s not what I meant. He reached out and touched her cheek, striving to read what he couldn t see. What is it? How far do you think you can trust that snake once he s out of the forest? Tipylexne was silent a moment.She could feel him trying to puzzle out exactly what she was saying. You think he won t keep his word? He sounded and felt increasingly unhappy. Only if it s to his advantage.You said ft yourself.He s an empty man.A promise he makes is goodonly as long as you can force him to honor it. I ll have to think about that. Ahead, the center fire cast feeble red gleams into the dark. The council meets tomorrow? Yes.Fire sister. It wouldn t be a good idea for me to be there. Qilasc was to talk with you about this, but. His shoulders moved past hers as he shrugged, thesilky hah- tickling her skin and rewakening a pale echo of her need.She moved a little to one side so hedidn t touch her. It would be a kindness if you would not be there, he said quickly. With my long nose out of cludair business. He made an apologetic choking sound in his throat. We are.we are very grateful for your help,fire sister. But I smell wrong and I disturb your peace. Would you have me lie? No. She sighed, then patted his arm lightly. Don t disturb yourself, my friend.I m not offended. They walked slowly into the clearing, talking quietly as they moved toward Tipylexne s family tree, acomfortable space separating the two bodies, conflict and embarrassment sunk under a quiet friendliness. Chapter XVIAleytys moaned in her sleep and rolled onto her stomach, snakes hissing and coiling around her withmottled scales glistening damply, great red triangular heads darting at her, retreating, darting again.Sheshuddered, her body hot and tight in the grip of the nightmare.A tree cat howled somewhere in the distance.The noise jerked her free from the disturbing images.She elbowed over onto her back and lay panting and shaking on the rush matting.She scrubbed her hands across her face, then sat up, gasping as her head throbbed with a dull heavypain.Her skin was sticky-slick with sweat, the tunic clinging to her body, twisted around her tight enoughto waken a rush of claustrophobia [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]