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106 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 14, 2011
”Your people kill each other in the streets?” Unthinkable. How could this be allowed?
“Sometimes. Most Kinsmen are so enhanced, the fights rarely last for longer than thirty seconds. Don’t worry. They almost never injure bystanders. It would be very rude.”
“Rude?” This whole planet was insane.
“Of course. Will all of the targeting implants and inborn abilities, they are so fast, you would have to actively work to get in their way. Killing a civilian would be sloppy and the height of bad manners.”
”Someone’s smitten,” Renata said.
Claire glanced at her. “Is it that obvious?”
“Yes. Very.” Renata paused. “Claire, you do know what psychers do, don’t you?”
She needed to give a general answer, “Provide security?”
“If they catch hackers on the bionet, they kill them.” Renata leaned closer. “Venturo’s death count is in dozens. You can’t keep doing that sort of work and not be affected.”
"Yours is a strange culture," Claire said. "Beautiful, vibrant, passionate, but also savage."
Meli stretched. "It's the planet. Resistance is futile, Claire. It will claim you as its own sooner or later."
She could tell [Venturo]. He wouldn't betray her. She could.
"I feel at ease with you," he said. "Your mind is so calm. Every day I deal with people whose minds are a source of constant noise. When we work together, I can finally relax."
She almost screamed in frustration. ... That's what she was, an employee. She shouldn't have deluded herself.
A tall blond man stood with his back to her. He turned at their approach and Claire almost stumbled.
He had a strong, masculine face, with a square clean-shaven jaw. On Uley, blond people had a washed out, sickly look, their skin too white, their hair verging on transparent. His skin was flawless bronze, his hair a pale , almost white gold. His broad shoulders strained the fabric of his tailored light-grey summer doublet, the outlined of muscle on his chest and arms plainly visible under the thin fabric. Everything about him, from the way he turned , graceful and perfectly balanced, to the way he held himself now, communicated health, strength and power. He was sun-kissed, golden and overwhelming.
-page 21
In her mind Lienne smiled. "Are you sure you're hiring her because you're buying her hard luck story and not because she looks at you as if you're made of gold?"
They knew. They both realized her reaction to him. It must've been so apparent, a blind man could've seen it. How embarrassing.
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